Page 71 of Bound By Words

Her mouth opened, and I smiled, waiting for whatever little verbal barb she was about to throw at me. Surprisingly, she snapped her mouth shut, her jaw clenching as she gave me a jerky nod.

“No comment?” I smirked. It was easy to tell from her body language that she was holding in something.

She shook her head as her jaw flexed.

“Oh, come on, sunshine. Say it. I dare you.”

Her eyes flared wide as she arched one brow. “Fine,” she sighed, looking me straight in the eye. “Is this game called let’s continue to cockblock Kelly?”

Surprised laughter bubbled out of me as she smiled. I loved her sarcastic mouth. It’d likely get her into all kinds of trouble, but I still loved it.

“I’m sure you can restrain yourself a little longer.”

“I’d prefer it if you restrained me,” she quipped, joining me as I laughed loudly.

“All in good time.” We were just getting started. I had plenty of time to tie her up in knots like she’d already done to my heart.

Disappearing into Kelly’s bathroom, I changed quickly, donning a pair of tapered gray sweatpants and a black long-sleeved thermal Henley. In my hurry to pack my things in the trailer, I’d forgotten my boxers, but judging from how Kelly’s mouth dropped as I emerged from the bathroom, rubbing a towel over my damp hair, she didn’t have a problem with my attire.

“You look comfy,” she smiled as she lay sideways against her comforter, her head propped on her palm. “Nice sweats.”

“Nice sweater,” I smirked, motioning down with my finger as I stepped closer to the bed. “If you lean forward more, I can see your nipples. You cold?”

Holding in a laugh at how her eyes narrowed at my teasing tone, I watched as she reached up and cupped one breast, squeezing the swell. “They’re not that cold.”

“Am I interrupting? Should I leave you alone with those?” I chuckled, sitting on the bed beside her. She was starting to get a little feisty today.

“No, you should help me out of this wet sweater and into something warmer. Or maybe you could help me generate some body heat.”

“Hmmm. Wish I could, sunshine, but I’m afraid you’re on your own for now.”

The minx slowly drew one hand down her stomach, dipping it below the waistband of her leggings. “I can handle that. I really should take off these wet panties, too. Wouldn’t want to catch a chill.”

“You do that,” I nodded as I stood from the bed, not rising to the bait before heading for the door. “Join me in the living room once you’re done.”

Holding in a laugh, I left the bedroom, shaking my head as I heard her let out a little growl of frustration. She didn’t realize who she was playing with.

This kind of relationship was all new to her, and I could tell she was impatient to start. We’d all been the new person in the community at one time or another, eager to learn and jump right into things, but she wasn’t ready yet.

Being out in the woods, isolated from reality, made getting to know each other easier, but it didn’t even come close to giving her a real introduction to kink. I’d found out quickly through attending munches, instructional classes, and play parties that this lifestyle was nothing like you’d ever experience anywhere else. It was sometimes intense and intimidating, but it was all about exploring what you wanted. No one did kink like anyone else. Even if you moved in the same circles within the community, you didn’t necessarily play the same way.

Emory and I were experienced riggers, but he hadn’t submitted to Talia in years. I couldn’t go a few months without switching. I’d tried to be solely a Dom, but it didn’t feel right for me. And I’d tried to sub without switching, but I struggled to tamp down my need for long-term control.

We had friends who practiced the lifestyle 24/7. We had friends who were polyamorous. It was all different, and even when I’d tried to play with multiple partners simultaneously when I was younger, each dynamic set-up was vastly different.

Kelly had no clue what it was truly like. There wasn’t any way for me to show her while we were here, but I hoped getting her to open herself to it and relax would help. Remembering the startled look her brother had worn when we took him to his first Dom showcase made me wonder how she’d react to something like that. My email was constantly filled with invitations to one gathering or another. I rarely attended more than one per month, but the option was always there.

While Kelly changed, I rushed to create a more calm setting for this exchange to happen. The fire was finally putting out some heat, and with the howling outside as the storm beat down on the house, it felt like we were the only people in the world. It wasn’t the ideal situation, but being stuck inside made it easier to get things started without distractions.

Right now, she was the only person in my world who mattered. It was hard to pinpoint why I needed this to go well with her, but I could sense that she was important. It’d never been this easy for me to form an attachment to someone. I’d dated a lot over the last twenty years, both in and out of the scene, but I’d never found myself wanting to divulge all my secrets to someone as I did with her.

Her checklist was sitting on the corner of the coffee table as I rearranged the furniture, but I wouldn’t let myself look at it. That was her list to share with me whenever and however she wanted. It’d been a true test to wait until she was ready, but when she’d called out earlier that it was done, I’d felt a tremendous sense of relief. She’d done her research and filled it out without my influence, which was the first important step in this process.

That didn’t mean I wouldn’t start moving her along, though. It was time to quit avoiding the elephants in the room. She needed to hurry her cute butt and get changed already.

KELLY

Connecticut

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