Page 40 of Forfeits

The hinge squeaked again as he lowered the bar.

I moved a few feet to a different piece of kink furniture.

“This looks like an intriguing contraption,” I said.

It seemed like it was built for a person to be strapped in on their front, with cut-outs that exposed their face and genitals, then maneuvered into whatever position was desired.

“That’s a Berkley Horse!” Aidan squealed, with such delight that I gave a start.

“A what now?”

“This is incredible. I’ve never seen one in real life.”

“Huh,” I said.

“Your face goes here,” Aiden said, giving me a wink, “and your other bits can be got to, and someone can paddle your ass while you’re played with. It’s ingenious.”

I immediately pictured myself in the contraption with Aiden in control of my bits and my backside.

“Ingenious,” I whispered, staring at the device as my pants got tighter. The submissive side of my personality was still here.

Aiden watched me, the sound of my breathing loud in the space.

“You like that idea,” he said finally. “I can tell.”

I forced myself to meet his gaze, but I couldn’t speak. My body was an inferno all of a sudden, as if a dragon had been sleeping and now it had awakened.

“Yes,” I admitted. “But…”

“You don’t want to do it right now.”

I didn’t answer, because the truth was I wasn’t sure. Part of me did want to do it now—and we could. We had the room for an hour. But it was diving into the deep end when we’d only planned to check the place out and discuss it.

“Or do you?” Aiden asked, coming close to me and lifting the hair by my ear. He kissed my neck and placed his hand around my throat, forcing my chin up as I gasped a breath of air.

“Yes,” I said.

We breathed in tandem, his excitement as tangible as my own.

“How many men have you dommed?” I asked, curiosity overpowering my mouth filter.

He stared at me for a long moment. “Is this an interview question?”

I huffed. It was supposed to be a laugh but sounded more like a gasp.

“No. I’m curious.”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Quite a few, but that was years ago. I haven’t dommed anyone in a long time.”

“How come?”

He smiled, shrugged. “I got bored of doing it just for kicks.”

“Oh. But…do you want to dominate me?”

“Maybe. Do you want me to dominate you?”

I let out a long, quavering sigh. “Yes.”

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