Page 58 of Right Next Door
“You can always ask me a question,” she responded calmly. How long, she wondered curiously, would she need to field those types of questions? How many permissions did he need? She wasn’t bothered by it. If anything, she found it kind of cute. She was just curious how long it would last. How deep it was going to go.
How much fun could she have withholding permission and teasing him?
He was so sexually repressed. This was going to be fun. He didn't even know how sexually repressed he was. She appreciated that he had other lovers, but the kind of relationships he described weren’t ones of closeness and intimacy. They were just heat and sex – quick and easy. The old in and out with no frippery or delight.
She couldn’t wait to show him more. She bet that furry, muscular body would look real nice all tied up, a blindfold over his eyes, ear plugs in, completely at her mercy. Sensory blind to everything but the touches she allowed.
Yes indeed, that sounded like a great deal of fun.
Tsok chewed the next bite she offered – once again, without touching her – before swallowing and continuing.
“I know I am doing this wrong. But I don’t want to keep making mistakes. If you would give me some guidance, I would like to improve my attempts at courting you.”
“No, you’re doing fine.”
“I offered you a bucket of arrows.”
“And I love them. I’m going to put a ribbon around them and display them as a bouquet in my entry hall.”
“Surely, you are joking.”
“I am surely not,” she grinned. “That’s the sweetest bouquet I’ve ever been offered. So stylish, and fits in well with my aesthetic. You’re doing great. Don’t change a thing.”
“It’s really hard to tell if you’re serious or not.”
“100% totally serious, absolutely no sarcasm, metaphor, or other methods of lie of omission, confession, or deliberate misunderstanding. No man has ever offered me a whole spit roast before, and, really, they were clearly doing things wrong because that completely worked. You smell delicious, by the way.”
She turned, taking a deep breath of his fur right there on his arm. Not even pretending to resist the urge to bury her face in it, like she had been wanting to do since she found out that she was living amongst a furry species. Professionals didn't give snuggles to their clients, which was a darn shame, because he was sosoft.
And he smelled like herbs, butter, and BBQ. And sure, that was temporary, but she was really enjoying the experience.
“I am confused,” Tsok admitted when she turned, laying her head against him instead.
“I know. But you’re still doing great.”
“I could do better with some instruction.”
“Yeah, but then you’d just be doing whatever I tell you. I’m rather liking seeing what you’re going to do for me like this.”
“Even if it’s wrong?”
“I told you, it’s not wrong, it’s just not right.”
“Those things are opposites, Misty. If it’s not one, it has to be the other.”
“Nonsense.” She smiled, taking another piece of meat. “It just means you’re being unconventional. I rather like it.”
Poor thing, he just looked more confused. It was adorable.
“Tell me, honored char,” she started. “What exactly did youdowith your other lovers?”
He frowned. “I feel as if that’s a bad topic of conversation.”
“Promise I won’t get jealous. Just tell me. I need to know what I’m working with here. You fucked, right?”
He made a face. “Yes.”
“Did you like it?”
