Page 31 of Ward Willing
Again, my pen hovers over the sentence. I mean… that’s innocent enough, right?
Without me realizing it, an image of Zoe laid out on top of my bed with a blindfold over her eyes and her bottom lip between her teeth as her back arches forms in my mind.
This was a bad idea.
I adjust myself in my seat and mark that one as a five as well, because I can’t deny that the notion of blindfolding her turns me the fuck on.
I need to get a grip.
The thought of spanking and punishing someone turns you on.
I mark that a three, which is apparently neutral territory, according to the quiz. Again, I’m not wholly opposed, but in the bedroom, I’m all about pleasure.
Not pain.
Not like Orion, anyway.
However, a bit of pain mixed with pleasure, or pleasure to follow up a bit of pain?
Perhaps.
I answer the rest of the questions, mostly staying neutral in areas I’m not familiar with, but answering with a five when it comes to pleasuring the other person. Any and all ways I can be in control in the bedroom appeal to me, especially if it has to do with commanding pleasure out of my partner.
I’ve always been this way—always taking care of others. It comes naturally.
One of the questions at the end sends a bunch of ideas running through my mind, and a flash of heat works through me when I finish reading it.
The idea of your partner completely surrendering to your physical gratification (such as inducing multiple orgasms or prolonging arousal) turns you on.
Yes. Hard five. I don’t even need to think about it.
I’m about to move onto the next question when I feel eyes on me. Flicking my eyes to Zoe, her gaze lands on my paper.
“Not surprising,” she murmurs, setting her pen down and leaning back. “You were all aboutmypleasure that night.”
I’m stunned silent.
It’s the first time she’s ever verbally acknowledged that night in any way. I’m too flabbergasted to say anything, instead glancing at her paper, too. The number 437 is circled twice.Her kink score.
“What?” I ask a moment later, covering my answers.
She laughs, but there’s something dark in her expression when she leans forward. Goosebumps erupt on my skin when her lips come to my ear, and I have to hope to god she doesn’t notice how my cock is pressing against the placket of my pants, begging to be let inside of her again.
“You should do research on pleasure Doms,” she murmurs. “I think you might be one.”
Before I can process her words, Orion claps his hands once. “Alright, time’s almost up. Tally those numbers, and I’ll share the results on the board,” he says, turning around with a marker in his hand.
I take a few steadying breaths, willing my body to cool down.I think you might be one.How the hell am I supposed to react to that? Closing my eyes for a few seconds, I will my brain to calm the fuck down as I adjust my erection in my pants.
A few seconds later, I open my eyes and add the numbers up, getting 281. I have no idea what it means, so I watch as Orion finishes with the results on the board.
0-100: Vanilla AKA General Public
100-200: Kinkier Than Some
200-300: Kinkier Than Most
300-400: Major League Kinkster
