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“Is that what most interests you?” he asked. Two things got a lot of attention in their community: impact play and rope. Which meant there were many classes that focused on those two things. People who weren’t kinky assumed that’s all that kink was, restraining people and hitting them. There was so much more to it. Just because Gingersnap had a lot of experience with rope didn’t mean that was her primary kink.

She shrugged, keeping her eyes on the floor. “Five years isn’t a long time. Especially when I’ve only had one serious play partner.” Again, she seemed a bit embarrassed with her answers. “Rope bottoming is fun, but, I mean, I’d like to experience other stuff.” She looked up at him sheepishly.

He grinned. “Like?”

Her tongue peeked from between her lips and slid along the bottom one before disappearing again. “Part of me wants to say all of it,” she said with a hint of sparkle in her eye. “But I know that’s unbelievably unrealistic. Some stuff out there is way gross.”

He chuckled. “Even I have limits.”

To that, she laughed and settled back into her chair again. Her posture straightened, and she seemed to lose some of the tension she’d built in the beginning of the conversation.

Taking a deep breath, she turned her eye to Ane. “Some protocol stuff seems cool. I mean, when I see some friends going through it, it looks, I don’t know, safe.”

He nodded. “It can be,” he offered. “Especially, after emotionally deep scenes.”

When she met his gaze, her brows were lifted in what he assumed was surprise. He enjoyed the thought that he’d caught her off guard with understanding.

“Impact play and pain,” she whispered, as though these were dirty words.

He leaned toward her. “I’m sorry?” Feigning that he hadn’t heard her.

As she squirmed, her cheeks turned pink, and she swallowed hard. “Pain and impact play.”

He nodded and leaned back. “Doable.” She may not know it, but he guessed she enjoyed some humiliation play as well. Nothing too extreme, but he had a feeling she enjoyed that moment right there.

“This is a lot easier to do online than it is in person,” she blurted.

Laughing, he nodded. “How about this,” he said. “Why don’t we go with what are your limits? It’s always a lot easier to say what turns you off than what turns you on. Though, not nearly as fun.” He smirked. “For me.”

“Piss, shit, blood.” She rattled those off real quick. “Needles, kids, animals.”

“Okay, well, I agree on all those points.”

“Fire scares me,” she said as her gaze went past Ane.

Dash followed it and noted she watched a fire scene. “What about candle wax?” It did involve fire.

“I’ve never done it.”

“We’ll consider it a maybe.”

“Pictures of my face, or well of my pussy or ass. You know what, pictures or videos of any sort of sexual activity.”

He turned back toward her. “I have no desire to show off my work.”

When she smiled at him, he returned it. They seemed to have a lot in common, but they all started that way in the beginning. It always came down to the first play scene. When the first cane strike landed across her ass, and the pain hit, that would be the true test of whether they would be a match.Though hopeful, Dash tried to keep himself bound to reality.

Ane’s rope bottom had arrived, and she’d started her ties. Out of respect, he’d lowered his voice when speaking to Gingersnap. However, he’d also used it as an opportunity to scoot his chair closer to hers, and whisper directly into her ear. With the scene in full play, he rested his hand on her thigh, and she accepted the gesture.

“Do you shave or wax?” he asked.

“Shave.”

“Completely?”

“Landing strip,” she said as she turned toward his face to look into his eyes.

The mischief in hers had him biting his own lips. “Is anal one of your limits?” He pressed on with his questions, hoping to turn up the flirty pressure.

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