Page 56 of Bound By Words

“Sunshine,” I scolded, gently lifting her foot from my leg before she could trail it any higher and see how hard I’d been for her over the past several days. I had a feeling if even one of her petite little toes made contact, I’d likely maul her, which wouldn’t do either of us any good—even if it’d feel fucking amazing to sink my cock into her tight little pussy.

“What?” she asked, a mask of innocence on her features, but I could see the naughty glint in her eyes as she looked at me. “It’s only fair for you to show me yours if you intend to look at mine.”

“You’ll see it when you’ve got yours completed.” I already had a copy on the counter inside the trailer, knowing I’d need to give it to her once she was done.

“You’re no fun,” she pouted, narrowing her eyes at me. “I want to see what you like.”

“And you will once you’re done. I don’t want my list to influence you, so we’ll exchange them when you’re ready.”

“Fine,” she sighed, shaking her head at me as she looked back to the tablet in her lap. “I guess I’ll have to discuss these things with you later.”

I shifted against the couch, tilting my head to see what she was reading. I’d told her she could ask questions, but she hadn’t. Just reading and taking notes in a little purple notebook she kept next to her, but her checklist was still blank. Whatever information she’d researched so far hadn’t yet led her to fill it out. Not that I’d look at it until she was ready, but it made me wonder every time I saw the papers on the corner of the coffee table, pen perched on top, the lines and checkboxes still blank.

“You can ask me whatever you need to,” I clarified, still unable to see what she’d been staring at on her tablet for the last few moments. “Have you even looked at the checklist again?”

“Yes, I’ve looked at it,” she nodded, not looking up from her reading.

“Is there a reason you haven’t started filling it out?” I asked, knowing it’d continue to drive me insane if I didn’t. I was dying to see her responses, but I knew it was hers to share when she wanted. She was taking her assignment a lot more seriously than I’d anticipated. Since most of my previous partners weren’t novices in the kink community, they’d had their checklist ready to share with me within the first few days of getting it.

“I already know what I’m going to fill out for, probably…” she hummed, looking up at the ceiling and biting the corner of her lip while I waited impatiently. “Seventy to eighty percent of it, but there are still some things I’m looking into.”

“Such as?”

She smiled, sitting up straighter and looking at me with a mischievous glint in her dark eyes. “What about this one?” she tapped on her tablet screen, briefly turning it toward me. “CNC. What does that stand for?”

Fuck. If I weren’t already sitting here with a perpetual hard-on, I would have been rock solid instantly. As it was, I was just left uncomfortably shifting my hips as my cock tried to break out the fly of my jeans. “Consensual Non-Consent.”

“Yeah, I read inside the parentheses,” she laughed, clearly enjoying my reaction to her. “What does that really mean?”

Taking a deep breath, I mulled over my answer. “It means you consent to a sexual encounter that simulates non-consensual contact. It’s like giving your partner blanket consent to do whatever they want to you as long as they don’t violate your established limits. It can be for a single scene or ongoing, depending upon what has been negotiated.”

“Like a rape fantasy?” she asked, and I glanced at her face, unable to interpret her neutral expression.

“Not really,” I shook my head. This whole subject was one that different groups couldn’t seem to agree on. Some people thought consensual rape play was part of CNC, but others often disagreed. “CNC is a little more complicated than that. I personally have never trusted someone enough to consider something like blanket consent. Rape play is more fantasy role play. It involves a lot of boundary-setting and isn’t quite as spontaneous as other types of role play. It skirts a fine line with consent and involves enormous trust.”

She nodded, seemingly satisfied with my answer, even though it covered only part of the subject. “Have you…?”

“Dabbled in rape play. Yes.” I nodded, enjoying the way she shifted against her cushion. Maybe she wasn’t as unaffected by my presence as she’d seemed.

“As the top or the bottom?”

I knew she was digging because she wanted a genuine answer, but I wouldn’t go into details about my past experiences with it because they’d been with other people. They weren’t relevant to our budding dynamic. “Technically, both. But not in the way you’re probably thinking.”

“You’re not going to give me any details, are you?”

“No,” I smiled, shaking my head. She was a nosy little thing. “Play between consenting partners is confidential in a dynamic. And every situation is unique. Play with a previous partner wouldn’t necessarily apply to you…or anyone else. Your limits will be different. What turns you on may not work for someone else. That’s why you always plan out scenes ahead of time.”

Kelly was quiet for a moment, looking thoughtfully back at her tablet. I continued sifting through my emails on my phone while she kept reading, but I knew she’d have more questions now that she’d started to ask them.

“Doesn’t all that planning make it boring?”

Setting my phone down on the table, I turned, pulling her feet into my lap and rubbing the center of one of her arches with my thumbs. She moaned in response, making me throb, but I tried to focus on answering her question. “No. It makes it possible for both partners to have set expectations. You won’t know what will happen exactly when in a scene unless that’s what you ask for, but they act as guidelines, so you know what’s allowed.”

She frowned, nodding a little. “Isn’t that what safe words are for? So you know what’s not allowed.”

Ah, rookie mistake, thinking that the safe word was something you wanted to use. “The last thing I want to happen in a scene is for my submissive to be pushed to the point she feels she needs to use her safe word.”

“Why?”

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