Page 170 of On a Fault Line

“Then I placed them into the pocket of my pants for safekeeping.”

I wiggle my butt onto his crotch. “Hmm…okay.”

I guess that’s alright. At least they aren’t hanging from the rafters for everyone to see that I sometimes wear white cotton panties with cute designs on them.

“You keep pressing that fine ass of yours into my cock, then you’ll have the best access to find yourself impaled on it.”

I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, caging it between my teeth.

“I’m glad you are back with us, little fawn.”

I turn to Yuri’s voice, recalling the obsession with woodland creatures some men seem to have here. He takes a seat on an adjacent chair to our couch, propping the ankle of one of his legs onto his opposite knee.

“Thank you,” I say, not really knowing how to respond. There’s something about him that makes me shy.

Leaning back into the cushions, Yuri examines me, which only causes me to stir. “Did you have a nice little nap?”

I nod but accompany the movement with a verbal response. “Yes. But what happened to me and why can’t I remember any of it?”

“I think you just blacked out from the pleasure,” Collins says, a bit smugly.

I press my face into his chest. “That’s embarrassing.”

“It’s delightful,” Yuri corrects, “isn’t it? To completely submit to someone the desires of your soul?”

“Well, when you wrap it up like that”—I look up at Collins—“I guess it is pretty special.”

Collins kisses me on my forehead, lazily massaging my back with his hand. It feels really good to be in a public setting and not have to hide all of our feelings for one another.

Daphne joins the group, along with Michael.

“Good seeing you, little dove,” Michael says, while Daphne takes her place at his feet. “You can speak, pet.”

“You look so pretty in your dress,” she says, from the floor.

I smile, although she can’t see when her eyes are cast downward. “Thanks.”

Looking at Collins, I try to gauge his reaction if I were to ask some questions.

“Go on, Princess,” he encourages. “Michael and Yuri are very open.”

“I just wanted to understand the dynamics of the relationships you both seem to enjoy.”

Yuri clears his throat but appears to be unfazed by my asking. “I find your curiosity absolutely enchanting, little fawn. You never need to feel shy about asking questions.”

There has to be some deep respect Collins has for Yuri, because the jealousy I see with every other man who crosses my path isn’t there between the two of them.

“The first step to understanding different dynamics is to detox the mind of how society and fictional entertainment often portray it. There are a wide variety of behaviors that could occur depending on where a couple falls on the dominance-submission spectrum. It also depends on whether or not they are looking for an open or closed arrangement, or if they are looking for a situation or twenty-four-seven power exchange.”

“What do you prefer?” I ask, feeling a bit bold.

Yuri smiles. I bet he stops hearts with that smile too. It’s all warm and yet holds so much power. “I much prefer closed partnerships with the twenty-four-seven power to be controlled entirely by me—in all ways.”

“All ways?”

His demeanor is so gentle that I don’t feel weird for my question. “I want to know where my submissive is at all times. I want her to ask for permission to use the bathroom. I want her to only wear what I provide her to wear. I want to take care of her in all ways, including financially and by providing her nourishing foods.”

“So she doesn’t get any say?”

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