Page 17 of Nix and Tell

It’s true, I do know that, but I also know that I need to tone it down whilst we negotiate.

Her sofa is smaller than mine, so we’re sat a little closer together when we move there. The light is as unflattering as it can get, and that’s kind of perfect. I don’t want her going all melty over me right now. I need her to focus.

“So Chlo, tell me what it is that you like.”

She sends me a pleading look, but I shake my head sternly even as a part of me wants to shout for joy. Whatever our friendship is outside of the bedroom, this dynamic promises to be just delightful.

“Okay, well, I’m usually a top, but not really a toppy top.”

“A toppy top?” I’m teasing her gently, to help her relax.

It works; she rolls her eyes at me and shifts until she’s more comfortable on the couch. “I’m a service top. I like to wear a strap, give all the pleasure, do rigging play as well. But I don’t want to be in charge.”

“Well that suits me just fine.”

“It does?” She sounds surprised, as if she’s had a lifetime of people telling her that she’s doing subbing wrong.

“I mean, oh no! How will I cope with you showering me with time and attention and pleasure? That soundshorrendous.”

Her laugh then is so loud that it surprises us both. “And rope? You’d be okay with rope play?”

“Chlo, I’d be more than just ‘okay’ with rope play.” I meet her eyes, and their dark green feels so lush and full of promise. “Why don’t we do an opt in for tonight?”

She nods.

“Rope play?”

“Yes.”

“Kissing?”

“Yes.”

“Caressing?”

“Yes.”

“Cunnilingus?”

“Yes.” That comes out as a moan, which is nice to note.

“Giving or receiving?”

“Yes.”

Now it’s my turn to laugh. “And penetration?”

“I have a strap that I think you might like?”

Oh the precious thing. “That sounds pretty much perfect. Orgasms?”

“Given and received please.”

“Of course, and anything else you’d like to ask for, for tonight?”

“I liked it when you bit me.” Chlo’s voice is so quiet, so shy, that I have to lean forward to hear her. “And I’d quite like it if you used your nails on my back.”

I glance down at my very short nails. “They’re cut back because, well, you know. I’d have to dig them in.”

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