Page 24 of Serpent Darling
RebelsWearLeather:
I wish I could help with that.
Sadie bit her lip and responded quickly as Karen returned to the other room.
BookwormBarbie:
You might be able to help with something else.
RebelsWearLeather:
Sexting again? ;)
Sadie laughed out loud and then cleared her throat to cover it when her mother shot her a dark look.
BookwormBarbie:
That was great, but I'm in the middle of something right now. And hopefully, seeing someone. I wasactually going to ask if you could answer some questions about BDSM.
RebelsWearLeather:
Seeing someone, huh? That was fast. Is it who you've been pining for?
Sadie hastily typed a response, understanding how quick it seemed to the stranger, and wanted to backtrack. Because, well, they weren't seeing each other, were they?
BookwormBarbie:
Yeah. Well, I guess I jumped the gun. We're not seeing each other … yet, but I want to.
RebelsWearLeather:
So, what's the problem?
BookwormBarbie:
He's in this whole lifestyle, and I'm worried I will mess up being his submissive.
There was a long pause. Sadie started to fidget nervously and pluck at a piece of tape stuck on her desk. The task caused her to barely notice Karen slipping out of the office, and as she glanced at the clock, she realized it was almost time to go home. Karen was probably running one last errand. Whatever the case, Sadie sat back in her chair to give her attention fully to her conversation with her internet James Dean to better understand her real-life leather-wearing bad boy.
RebelsWearLeather:
Gotcha. Hence the question about BDSM.
RebelsWearLeather:
Well, what would you like to know? I'm here to help in any way that I can.
BookwormBarbie:
How do I know what to do?
RebelsWearLeather:
He will tell you.
BookwormBarbie:
But what if I don't want to do it, or I don't listen?
