Page 17 of Dark Bonds

My jaw dropped. I already knew she was hot as fuck in her club clothing, but tonight, she was radiant. She wore a tight charcoal gray dress that stopped just above the knees. It covered a surprising amount of skin, with just a peek-a-boo hole to show some cleavage. A wide light pink belt circled her waist and matched the leather heels she wore. Tendrils of her dark hair framed her face and her make-up was much more natural than I’d seen before. I shook my head at the sound of someone clearing their throat, realizing that I’d been standing there staring at her.

“Leah, you look absolutely stunning tonight,” I said, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

“Thank you. You look pretty damn handsome yourself.”

I smiled in response, placed my hand on the small of her back and led her to the rear portion of the restaurant. We needed to be able to speak freely if we were going to move forward.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I went ahead and prepared something for dinner. The white wine will pair nicely with it.”

“Sure, I’m happy with anything. This really is an amazing place, Jason. What made you think of this concept?”

“I got tired of either having to eat at home all the time or censor myself if I was out with anyone from the lifestyle. I knew that I wasn’t the only one feeling this way, but also knew that it would be impossible to keep the general public out of the restaurant. So, I split it into a mix between vanilla and BDSM-friendly.”

“You could probably franchise something like this if you wanted to.”

“I’ve been approached a couple of times, but the thought of having to travel to keep eyes on other locations just didn’t appeal to me.”

“I wouldn’t like it either. Not at all.”

The waiter brought out the fennel salad along with a bread basket filled with freshly baked Italian bread. Leah buttered a piece of it and took a bite, an absolutely pornographic moan tumbling from her lips.

“If you’re enjoying the bread that much, baby girl, it’s probably a good think I chose a table back here,” I chuckled.

“Normally, I would care, but holy shit, that bread is amazing.”

We chatted as we ate, pausing only for the table to be cleared and the entrees to be laid out in front of us. I smiled when her eyes widened. I could see I had impressed her.

“So, we’ve got steamed mussels in a white wine garlic sauce, saffron rice, and roasted asparagus.”

“Jason, this looks absolutely amazing,” she said, closing her eyes as her lips wrapped around one of the mussels.

I groaned inwardly and tried to subtly adjust myself as I flashed back to my cock being taken between those heavenly lips of hers. Her mouth was like paradise.

“I thought it would be a good idea for us to talk, Leah. I loved everything we did last night, but we need to set some limits if we’re going to play again moving forward.”

“Of course. I expected we would be talking about that tonight. Where would you like to start?”

“First, we need to figure out if we even want the same thing. I’m not looking for a romantic relationship, but I am looking for a play partner, a sub.”

“I feel the same way. Would we have other partners?”

“Generally speaking, no. You, Sasha, and I had some fun last night and I wouldn’t mind a repeat of it. If that’s something you’re interested in, I would be fine with the three of us playing. I wouldn’t want you with a man, nor would I be with another woman.”

“So, essentially, it would be like a normal relationship without the hearts and flowers?” she laughed.

“I suppose that sums it up nicely. We can negotiate the actual implements we use when we’re back in my room and you can see them. That way I can also tell you what they are and their function. I can promise you, some of them you’ll be unfamiliar with. For now, let’s just get the basics out of the way. Do you have any hard limits? If you can’t think of anything, don’t worry. We may stumble across things as time goes by.”

“Anything involving needles of any sort is a hard pass for me. I can handle the pain from impact play and a number of other things, but I’ve never been able to handle needles. Do you have any?”

“Yes, I absolutely do not have any interest in watersports or scat play.”

“Oh my god, I would be leaving right now if those were among your repertoire.”

“Well, no worries there. What about soft limits? Are there thinks you don’t think you’d like or want to try but aren’t sure of?”

“I feel like knife play is a soft limit, but I’m not 100% certain of that.”

“Of course. No one knows from the offset all of their likes and dislikes. People’s BDSM journeys are fluid. There might be something that you think you would love but after trying it, decide isn’t for you.”

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