Page 20 of Pretty Please Me
Sam laughs as he leans back on the sofa arm, propping a pillow behind him to get more comfortable. “Just your standard expectations between both parties.”
“No, you don’t.” I jump on my knees and grab his hand. “You can’t just skim past the rule part. This is the most exciting thing I’ve ever heard, and you owe me after I shared my humiliation with you last night!”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “Fine, I’ll tell you, but you have to promise not to think differently of me.”
I hold out my pinky and grin. “I pinky promise I won’t.”
Sam rolls his eyes, then loops his pinky around mine. We pull away and kiss our hands to seal the deal.
“The first thing you need to know about the BDSM community is that there are a lot of different ways to be a dominant and a submissive. Personally, I’m what’s called a pleasure dom, and I get off by bringing pleasure to my subs…”
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“Let me get this straight… you get off on bringing pleasure to your partners? Not like hurting them or whatever?” Maggie stares at me with big doe eyes as she hangs on to my every word.
I scratch the scruff on my chin. This is going much deeper than I intended, but she’s soaking everything up like a sponge. I can practically see the wheels spinning in her mind, and fuck, if it doesn’t have me thinking about things I have no business thinking. “As I said, there are many different ways to practice kink, and everyone has their preferences of what turns them on. Personally, I’m not big into impact play, but I’d be happy to comply if that was something my partner wanted.”
Maggie lays back on the opposite end of the sofa to get more comfortable, and I pull her feet into my lap as I mindlessly begin massaging them. Empty to-go containers are strewn across the coffee table, and the TVs timed out and gone to the main menu screen. It’s nice having a low-key night in with good conversation and even better company. It’s the makings of a perfect night.
“So, what are some of your other rules?” She twirls a stay piece of hair, looking so comfortable and relaxed.
“Well, it depends on what my submissive needs from me.” I clear my throat and take a sip of water. “Everyone is different, and my goal is to help my sub grow as much as possible during our time together. For some, that means helping them to prioritize boundaries in their work life, and for others, it could be something as little as pushing them to stand up for themselves.” I shrug. “It all depends.”
“Do the women tell you what they need help with?”
“No, I like to get to know them first, and then, if I identify something I can help them with and they’re a good personality fit, I’ll agree to a one-month trial run. If everything goes smoothly, then we’ll both sign a one-year contract with the agreed-upon terms.”
“So, that’s what happened with the woman you were hiding from?”
I nod as I swap her feet and pull the other into my lap. “Yes. She was a little too needy for my taste, and I couldn’t give her the attention she needed. It’s a rare occurrence, and I probably didn’t handle it as well as I should have. It wasn’t one of my proudest moments.”
“Why the one-year contract? What if you met someone, and you both hit it off? Would you be open to extending it? Maybe getting married someday?”
I shake my head. “No. That’s a firm rule that I have no intention of changing. I have my reasons…” My voice trails off.
Maggie pulls her feet away and bolts upright, pushing her hair away from her face in a panic. “Oh my God, Sam, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”
I place my hand on her arm to calm her. “It’s fine, Maggie. It’s natural to be curious about these things. You haven’t done anything wrong,” I assure her.
She blows out an exasperated sigh and falls back on the couch, covering her eyes. “You probably think I’m so lame after everything I told you last night. God, I’m so embarrassed. I never would’ve told you if I knew you were so…” She gestures to all of me.
“So… what?” I quirk a brow.
“So… I don’t know… Experienced? Professional? Basically the complete opposite of me.”
I pull her foot back into my lap and continue my massage, and she seems to relax a little. “You should never be embarrassed about something like that. It doesn’t take much to know that you’ve been sleeping with the wrong men if you can even entertain the idea that you’re not good at sex.” I scoff at the absurdity. “Sometimes women just need to be able to completely trust their partners to feel pleasure. The right man would create an experience that allowed you to have a safe space, to feel protected and supported, so that you could let yourself go and be in your body rather than your head.”
I look up to see her mouth hanging open ever so slightly, forming an O. The shocked expression is mixed with intrigue and something that looks a lot like arousal.Don’t look at me like that right now, you beautiful goddess of a woman. I don’t think my will can stand it.
I bite my cheek and let out a long, controlled breath.
She shivers, then shakes her head. “Wow, well, I guess I just need to find someone so perfect and willing to take me on as a fixer-upper project. That shouldn’t be hard to do at all,” she mocks.
Despite the warning sirens blaring in my head, begging me to leave it alone, I can’t help myself. I move my hand from her foot to her calf as I massage the tight muscles, my body growing hungrier as she quietly whimpers from my touch. Fuck, that little noise is more erotic than anything I’ve ever heard.
I clear my throat. “Why are you so determined to find someone to help you? If you’re so crazy about this guy, why don’t you practice with him?” The words taste like vinegar in my mouth, but I can’t help but wonder.
