Page 5 of Going Deep
“But the other stuff…” Ginger cleared her throat. “Um, I might be up for some of that.”
“Okay, question.”
Ginger braced herself. “What?”
“Are you just saying that because you have the hots for Michael?”
“No. I’ve actually been thinking about this for a while.”
“How long is a while?”
“Ever since I walked in on you and Simon,” Ginger confessed with a wince, remembering the day she’d accidentally discovered Lola giving Simon a blowjob while tied up. She’d misinterpreted the situation—badly—and Simon had paid the price.
Lola’s laughter rang out. “Simon’s going to love that.”
“I bet.”
“No, he will. And it might make him feel better about you tasering him. Like he sacrificed his body for a greater cause.”
Ginger shifted uncomfortably on the sofa. “It wasn’t a taser, it was a stun gun. And can we not talk about that, please?”
Lola’s eyes were dancing with laughter, but she nodded. “So, what do you plan to do with this revelation?”
“I was hoping you’d have some ideas,” Ginger admitted. “I’m out of my depth, here.”
Lola pursed her lips in thought. “I’ve got ideas. First, tell me what you’re looking for.”
“Orgasms?” Ginger ventured.
“Aren’t we all,” Lola drawled. “Beyond that?”
“I don’t know,” Ginger confessed. “I kind of got stuck on orgasms.”
“Hard to blame you,” Lola allowed. “Okay, first things first. What’s your experience in this area? You mentioned before having boyfriends who liked rough sex, and that you enjoyed that. Anything else?”
Ginger thought back. “I don’t think so. Well, one guy—Mark—he liked to order me around in bed. Stand here, do this, keep your hands there. That kind of thing.”
Lola nodded. “And giving him that control, how did that make you feel?”
“I liked it. It was…” Hot. Sexy. I came my brains out. “I liked it.”
Lola chuckled. “Okay, then we can say that letting someone else call the shots for sex is a definite yes. What about D/s outside the bedroom?”
“You mean like Anna and Grant?”
Lola nodded. “They’re one example.”
Ginger frowned. It seemed to work for her friends, Grant being in charge of certain aspects of their lives, but she’d be lying if she said she was entirely comfortable with the idea. “I don’t know.”
“A reasonable answer.”
“I was hoping I could go to the club with you sometime,” Ginger said. “You know, get a feel for what’s out there, what I might like.”
“You could,” Lola allowed, her brow furrowed in thought.
“I started to do some research online,” Ginger went on.
“Uh-oh.”
