Page 21 of Temptation at Randy's

“Just…” Arlene cleared her throat. Her eyes met mine easily, though. “What are you comfortable with doing? And what’s… Where can I put my hands?”

If I wasn’t straddling her, I would squirm away—at least for a second. It was fine, though. It was just the general discomfort that came at the beginning of these talks—nothing to do with Arlene.

My gaze darted down. I hadn’t realized, but she’d kept her hands to herself. It was a small detail to focus on, but it lodged a knot up my throat.

“Just stay away from my chest and genitals,” I mumbled. I hated that I couldn’t use that surge of power I’d felt not that long ago to come across more confident.

“This okay then?”

I held my breath as her hands drifted upward. My eyes tracked each movement. One hand circled around my hip. Her other hand moved up my arm until it landed on my neck. My heartbeat sped up. This was all more intimate than anything I was used to.

A part of me screamed that I should recoil, that we weren’t comfortable with this, but… Oddly, I was. I wanted to be this intimate. I wanted to keep cataloging Arlene’s reactions, to keep teasing her and learning everything about her. And her body was a part of her.

“Yeah.” I bobbed my head up and down. “Um, did you want to eat the crepes first before we do anything else?”

“Oh.” Arlene’s pupils widened before she looked down. Her fingers pressed against my skin for a second, as if she wasn’t sure if they were still welcome there. It was probably a good thing. I didn’t know myself. “Yes, of course.”

There was something else there. Maybe I was out of my game with all the touch and closeness and vulnerability coursing through me. But my alarms pinged at her tone. I just didn’t know her well enough to tell what it was she wanted.

“What is it?”

If I wanted to say I was in control, and hovering over her, that also meant I needed to be able to take a step back and check in with her. Right? I might not be an expert in BDSM affairs, but that made sense to me.

“Can you…” Arlene licked her lips. I wondered if I should lean closer, if it would make things more challenging. Teasing her was fun. “Only if you’re comfortable, but I’ve kind of always had this fantasy of being fed?”

Oh.

Not exactly what I was expecting, though to be fair, I wasn’t expecting anything in particular.

“I can do that.”

It was cute. I couldn’t say I’d ever imagined myself feeding someone, or that it did anything for me, but how could I say no? She’d asked so adorably.

“Okay.” Her nostrils flared, her grip on me tightening for a second before she relaxed again against the back of the couch. “Good.”

“I thought praise was my job.”

It was a light tease. I was just curious to see how she’d react.

She frowned. “Your job?”

I leaned back and turned so I could grab the plate with her crepe and a fork. In hindsight, I should’ve said something about just getting one for the two of us. It was fine, though. I could reheat mine—I’d done it before.

“This feels like a Domm thing, doesn’t it?”

Arlene’s eyes widened for a second. She tried to sit up straighter while balancing me on top. I couldn’t say that I helped her much with that predicament. Turned out, making people squirm was fun.

“Is that—you’re okay with that?”

She swallowed as the words left her mouth. I felt bad that I found a certain kind of pleasure in it.

“Do I look like I’m not okay with it?”

“That’s not an answer.”

I supposed it wasn’t. Before I answered, though, I cut a piece of crepe with the fork and offered it to her. Arlene’s lips wrapped around the fork right away. It made me shiver. I didn’t hide it fast enough, either. This time, her hold on me tightened for a different reason.

“Claude…” She shivered, too, but for different reasons.

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