Page 35 of Promised Summer
“Mm-hmm.”
“I was thinking…maybe we could try anal today?” He punctured the question by squeezing my ass cheeks.
“Fuck, yes,” I breathed in reply. Aside from the quick hand jobs we snuck in during the rare times Karla wasn’t stuck to Ryan’s side, we hadn’t progressed further. We hadn’t discussed positions or our preferences, but if Ryan wanted my ass, I wasn’t going to say no.
“I…I want to make this good for you,” he said, voice shaky, probably with nerves.
I bent over and kissed him again. My cock rising at the taste of him and in anticipation of what was to come.
“You just being you already makes this perfect for me,” I whispered.
An adorably shy smile graced his lips, and I couldn’t help myself from taking another taste. The kiss turned heated. His hands stroked down my back, flames igniting under my skin from wherever he touched. They landed on my ass cheeks again.
“But still…you’ve done so much for me, so I want to do something for you, too. I’ve, uh, I’ve been doing research,” he murmured, still looking adorably shy.
“Is this your first time doing anal?” I asked. He’d told me he’d had some casual flings with guys before, and even if I had to press down the ugly flare of jealousy, I was happy he was able to explore that part of his sexuality. I just assumed those flings had included having butt sex, but seeing his reaction now, maybe I was wrong?
“What? No! I’ve done anal before…” he firmly stated. “It’s theotherthing I’m new at.”
“What are you talking about, Ryan?” I asked, thoroughly confused now.
He mumbled some words that I didn’t quite catch, then guided me off his lap and stood. “Here, I’ll show you,” he said over his shoulder, then padded to his duffel bag.
I flipped onto my back and propped myself up with pillows to watch hisveryfine naked form walk away. What was that saying,hate to see you go, but love to watch you leave? Oh, yeah. I completely agreed.
“I, um, had to getcreative, but what I read online said this could work. Don’t worry! I made sure to clean and disinfect it thoroughly before sneaking it over,” he said, sounding more sure of himself now.
“What are you—whoa! Why are you bringing that out?” I half-asked, half-shouted when I saw what he pulled from his bag. The item in question was a wooden spoon. A fucking wooden spoon. I probably had the exact same one in one of the drawers in my kitchen.
Ryan used one hand to grip the handle of the wooden spoon and lightly smacked the spoon end onto his open palm. I wasn’t proud of the squeak that came out of me at the sight.
“What are you, uh, planning to do with that?” I stammered out.
He tilted his head the same way Karla would. Even the cuteness of the action couldn’t quell my loudly pounding heart at watching him continue whacking the spoon onto his palm.
“I thought we could make do with this tonight, but I can order a proper whip if you want? I’ll have to use this place as the shipping address though, if that’s okay,” he replied, sounding entirely too earnest for this to be a joke.
“Why would I want a whip?” The question came out more of a squeak than anything else.
Ryan’s brows furrowed. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I get it wrong? Is being tied up more your thing? Or maybe heatplay? I’ve mostly researched spanking, but I can look into other things.”
“Wait, wait. Slow down, Ryan. Where is this all coming from?”
“I told you. I want to make it good for you. And while I don’t think inflicting pain is my thing, I’m willing to try it out. For you,” he replied, blue eyes a little worried but also firm, which made me believe he really meant it.
I held my forehead, still confused why he was suddenly bringing up spanking and being tied up and me liking pain? Where the hell did that come from?
A faint memory wiggled toward the front of my brain. It felt like something that had happened so long ago, long before Ryan and I had established these cozy nights together.
Ryker had confronted me at Hector’s, worried that seeing Ryan again would break my heart. I think I remember him saying something about me being a masochist, and…oh no.
“Wait, hold up!” I exclaimed, rubbing my suddenly throbbing head. “Why do you think I like pain?”
Ryan strode to the bed and placed the wooden spoon at the foot of it—far from me, thankfully. “It’s okay. You know I wouldn’t judge you for that. I might not be able to give you what you need, but I’ll try my best,” Ryan said soothingly and took my hand. I would have been touched if not for the absolute ridiculousness of the situation.
Fucking small towns and their rumor mills…
“Ryan, my dear Ryan,” I said and rubbed the back of his hand with mine. “I need you to be honest with me. Do you…do you think I’m a masochist?”
