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“Figurines.” I correct, holding a finger up.

“You’re different behind closed doors… so assertive.” She gulps.

“Let’s eat before it gets cold.” I walk to the kitchen.

“I told you; I’m not hung…” She gasps, walking into the kitchen. “Woah. You cook too?”

“Yes.” I turn to her. “I love to cook, something I learned from my grandmother, who ran a bed-and-breakfast when I was a kid. Sit, I’ll make you a plate.”

“Oh wow. Is she the reason for your cheery disposition?” She looks at the plate I set down in front of her.

“No, it’s because of my dad. Dig in.” I motion with my hand before taking a seat.

“I can’t believe you cooked all this. I burn water,” she says widening her eyes.

“Nothing to it. Garlic shrimp, green beans, and roasted potatoes. I helped my grandmother with much more complicated meals,” I say before taking a bite.

“This is fantastic.” She covers her mouth and looks at me with wide eyes.

“Glad you like it. My grandmother would say we are all talented in our own way.” I take another bite.

“So, you’re like your dad?” She takes a drink.

“Not hardly.” I shake my head. “My dad was a jerk. I swear he hated my mom, me, my sister, his job in the factory… life. There was never peace in the house, and I got the brunt of his anger. When I was twelve, he died from lung cancer, and we finally got peace. That’s when I decided I didn’t want to be anything like him. I choose happiness, not to let things stress me, choose to find the beauty in everything, and do only things that make me happy.” I take a drink.

“Wow,” she gulps, playing with the food on her plate. “So…behind closed doors…” She shifts uncomfortably in her seat.

“I’m a gentleman dominant.” I smile.

“Dominant? Are you one of those guys who gets off to beating women?” She sits back in her chair with a disgusted look on her face.

“Not hardly.” I shake my head. “I find pleasure in giving pleasure. A dom’s job is to be the safe place for his sub without judgment. A place where you’re free to explore every aspect of your sexuality. Now, if pain is what the sub is into, I don’t have a problem inflicting it. Just as I don’t have a problem handing out punishments when needed. As you learned earlier today. That reminds me.” I reach into my pocket. “These belong to you.” I set her panties next to her plate and wink.

“Thank you.” She blushes. “Tell me, how did you come to be a dom.”

“My first girlfriend was older and more experienced. She came with a bunch of kinks and preferred taking a submissive role in the bedroom. I learned I enjoyed taking the dominant role. Since her, I’ve done a lot of studying, and all my relationships have been that way since.”

“A bunch of kinks?” Her mouth opens while her right eye twitches.

“Things outside regular intercourse. I’m sure you have some.” I smile.

“Ha! No.” She snorts, shifting in her seat.

“Nothing you’ve fantasized about?” I ask, watching her closely.

“No. Sex has always been very… normal.” She blushes.

“You’re telling me, mister fancy car is plain vanilla?” I slap my leg and laugh. “I knew it!”

“And you?” She leans into me.

“I have a breeding kink.” I exhale.

“What is that?” She smirks.

“Sex without protection. Filling you deep with my cum. The thought of getting you pregnant is such a turn on. Plus, I enjoy the connection we’d share without a condom. Everything except the baby.” I laugh.

“Oh.” She clears her throat. “So, this dom thing? Is it something you do all the time?” She narrows her eyes.

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