Page 11 of Going Deep
“Sorry,” Simon said, rubbing at the sore spot on his chest again. “I have my own balls to worry about.”
“I bet.” Michael eyed his friend. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Do you have any concerns about me playing with Ginger?”
Simon shrugged. “You’re a safe player, a considerate one. I’ve never known you to ignore a submissive’s limits or safeword, and you don’t skimp on the aftercare. And you’re good with the new subbies-newbies.”
Michael’s lips twitched at Simon’s quick correction. “Am I?”
“Sure. Most of them fall a little in love with you, but you manage to slither out of that without too much drama.”
Michael wasn’t sure how he felt about the word slither. “They don’t fall in love with me.”
“Sure, they do. Most of them get over it pretty quickly,” Simon continued, “because it’s actually the kink they fall in love with, not you.”
Michael narrowed his eyes. “Lucky for them.”
“You know it’s true.”
He did. New submissives were like kids in a candy store, wanting everything all at once and heedless of the coming tummy ache. It was his job as a Dom to guide and direct, not only to make sure their experiences were positive, but happened when the submissive was ready, and in a way that not only satisfied but helped build their confidence.
And to step away when they no longer needed him.
“Ginger probably won’t be any different, especially if she’s as eager as Lola thinks.”
The thought brought an unexpected stab of discomfort. “Right.”
“When it’s time, just ease her away the way you always do, and you’ll be fine,” Simon said, and clapped a hand on his back as Lola’s returning footsteps echoed down the hall. “And just in case, maybe wear a cup.”
CHAPTER TWO
Two weeks later on a Friday night, Ginger was sitting in the back of Simon’s car, vacillating between being so anxious she wanted to throw up and so excited she wanted to scream. “I can’t believe I’m finally doing this.”
Next to her, still gloriously tanned from her honeymoon, Anna smiled. “Excited?”
“Are you kidding?” Ginger realized she was twisting her fingers together and forced them apart. “I’m coming out of my panties, here.”
“You wore panties?” Simon asked from the driver’s seat.
She grinned at his reflection in the rearview mirror. “It’s a figure of speech."
On her other side in the back seat, Lola laughed. “You went commando?”
Ginger shrugged. “It seemed like the thing to do.”
Lola laughed again. “Oh, it’s definitely the thing to do.”
“I thought you’d be more nervous,” Anna chimed in.
“I am nervous,” Ginger admitted, one hand pressed to the butterflies in her belly. “But it’s good nervous, and I’m not allowed to play tonight, anyway.”
She paused to frown. “Why is that again?”
“Baby steps,” Lola reminded her. “Plus, your paperwork isn’t complete.’
“I filled out the list,” Ginger protested. “What else is there?”
