Page 30 of Ward Willing
“Freely Given, Reversible, Informed, Enthusiastic, and Specific,” she says, sitting up straight.
How the fuck does she know this stuff?
“Good. Everything in kink, unless agreed to beforehand, must be consensual. I’ll be breaking you all into pairs. If you don’t want to share your results, like I said, that’s fine.”
I glance down at the NDA as anxiety swirls in my gut. I thought Orion would be lecturing about whips and chains. I hadno ideahe’d be doing learner-led teaching. If I’d known, I might’ve skipped the class entirely.
“You two,” Orion says, pointing to Zoe and me.
“Ri,” I growl, the warning in my voice evident.
“You don’t have to share your results,” Orion says, smirking. “Have fun, brother.”
The two of us are already sitting next to each other, but Zoe scoots a couple of inches closer. Her leg brushes against mine, but when I look up, she’s concentrating on her quiz.
Herkinkquiz.
Fuck.
My.
Life.
I glance down and sign the NDA without reading it. As I turn the page to start the quiz, my face heats.
Like I said, it’s not like I don’tknowabout kinks and BDSM. I do. I’ve never really been into it, personally. To each their own, I suppose. But Zoe isrightnext to me. Somehow, this seems illicit, given our history.
In a way, I know what she likes, and that makes this whole experience that much more uncomfortable.
When my eyes scan the top of the quiz, I have to take a slow, steadying breath.
Apparently, we have to mark which things we’re interested in and score them with the numbers one through five. Five is agree, one is disagree, and two through four are on the fence one way or another. After we total up our points, it gives us akinkscore.
Wonderful.
I start the quiz, not letting my eyes rove over to Zoe’s answers, even though I’m so fucking curious.
As my brain processes the words before me, I have to take another steadying breath when I imagine what Zoe’s answers are.
You’d be open to utilizing toys in the bedroom.
That’s easy. I’m definitely not opposed to the idea. I mark it as a five.
The thought of other people watching you have sex turns you on.
Nope. I mark it as a one.
The thought of giving your partner five orgasms turns you on.
I pause, my pen hovering over that line before I read it again, thinking of how Zoe’s thigh shook on my shoulder that night in Catalina—like I was wringing those orgasms out of her. Howhardher perfect cunt gripped me…
Fuck.
NowI’mreally fucking hard.
Definitely a five.
You’d be open to blindfolding your partner.
