Page 1 of Twisted Bonds
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Ryan
Kissing Bain was not on my to-do list today, but here I am, doing just that, and it feels nice kissing him. I thought it would be weird because he's my stepfather, but it's not. It's not Beau, but it's still nice, and my lady bits stir as he kisses me back, but he only does so briefly.
"I don't think you understand what I'm saying, Ryan." Bain pulls away from me and holds me at arm's length. "You have my protection always. I'm not asking for anything in return."
"I understand you perfectly, Bain. Now, I'd appreciate it if you would consider my perspective… You have something that I want, and I have something that I know you need. So, why not help each other out?" I tell my stepfather.
"What do you mean?" His brows knit together as his hands still grip my arms.
"I need the pain of the whip when things get to be too much." I pause for a little effect. "You, Bain, need someone to dominate to help with your frustrations. Am I right?"
"Where are you going with this, Ryan?"
I tilt my head. "Please, you aren't daft, but if you think I need to say it out loud, then fine. I agree to be your submissive as long as you agree to use the whip on me anytime I ask."
"Ryan, you don't know what you're asking," Bain says, shaking his head. "I don't just use implements and toys on them; I fuck my submissives."
"Do you keep it strictly Dom/sub, or do you allow feelings into it?" I lift my brow.
"I never fall for my submissives."
"Perfect, because I don't want any kind of commitment except for one that's going to get me whipped and fucked," I tell him with a straight face.
"You're fucking serious!"
"Of course I am."
We stare at each other for a bit. I'm anxious to hear what his answer will be. I'm just as nervous about him saying no as I am about him saying yes. After all, Bain is my stepfather, and I once thought, my father-in-law.
"I don't kiss my submissives on the mouth," he says as he stares at my lips.
"You kissed my mother on the mouth," I argue.
"Not until we decided that we would marry for your benefit."
"Okay…no kissing on the mouth," I agree.
"We sleep separately," he states another condition, making me smile.
"Agreed," I say.
"You will fill out a limits list just like all the others. You will call me Sir during our scenes, and once your limits are filled out, I will do as I want within those limits. You will tell me what safe word you want to use; that will be the only way I will stop what I want from you at that time. You should know that I am a very demanding Dominant inside that playroom. Once you use your safe word, all play will stop, and the session will end."
Just listening to Bain explain the rules,hisrules, has me squeezing my thighs together. I bite my lip but release it immediately when he looks at my mouth. The last thing I want him to know is that I'm turned on by him, and we haven't even started. He may change his mind.
"What safe word would you like, Ryan?"
"Can I just use "red," or is that too boring for you?" I ask.
"'Red' is fine. Now, I'm going to ask you a question, and I want an honest answer," Bain says, and I nod. "Are you wet right now, Ryan?"
"What do you mean?" My heart races.
"Did this discussion just make you wet?" he asks more clearly, not that he really needed to.
I swallow hard. "Yes…"
