AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The rest of the page? Varying degrees of ‘oh shit, I didn’t know that was a turn on.’
Especially the section labeled in big silver letters: Pain and Impact Play.
Spanking is up at the top, and I can still feel Corvin’s large, warm handprint spread across my ass. Even the gentle caress of the balm.
Various instruments that I assume fall under the ‘impact’ category are listed, and since I’m not familiar with floggers or paddles or anything like that at all, I put them as a low maybe.
The last few options are what make my dick throb.
Biting
Bruises
Large bruises on my thighs and waist. Various shades of blue, red, and purple. I can’t look in the mirror. Can’t stand to see anything below my surgery scars. My body doesn’t feel like my own. It was hijacked. Robbed.
It’s a secret, horrible part of me that only recognizes myself when I’m in pieces. When someone else is taking from me. It goes beyond hickeys that fade in a few days.
I like scars and bruises that take weeks to fade. Ones that are replaced before the old ones even heal.
Would Corvin be willing to give that to me? Is it too far? He said whatever I need.
Below are a couple of options regarding ‘Sensory Play’. Nothing that sounds particularly exciting. Sensory deprivation sounds like a good way for me to get lost in my head, which is the opposite of what I want. Things like wax play and ice sound tame and boring. They aren’t hard ‘no’s but they aren’t an area of interest either.
I’m sure it’s fine if I make some notes in the margins.
Some of the things we already talked about. Oral, penetration, toys. He didn’t ask if I was willing to touch him, but given I’m open to taking his cock in my mouth and possibly hole, I think my hand is a reasonable option.
Recording anything is a hard pass.
The last section catches the bulk of my attention.
Power Exchange.
Corvin already orders me around, and while it isn’t my favorite thing, when he’s threatening me with his hand, it’s oddly erotic. Whether I choose to listen or not is irrelevant. He’s made it perfectly clear he’s more than happy to punish me.
Collars and pet play aren’t my thing, but there’s a lot of rough play listed that I didn’t realize was on the table. Do I want him to choke me? Slap me?
He said my orgasms belong to him, but is that up for discussion? Was that just a heat of the moment, in the scene type of comment? Do I want him to mean it?
“You’d probably have fun going to a real kink scene. As opposed to an amateur, baby Dom.”
I slam my hand down on the paper and shove at Valco’s face where I can feel his breath on my shoulder.
“I’ve never even thought about doing half of this shit. Mind your own business.”
“You brought your business into my house. Entertain me.”
With a roll of my eyes, I fold the paper up and stuff it in the front of my school bag. My fingers brushing my phone makes the screen light up, showing a litany of missed text messages: a couple from Atlas and one or two from Corvin.
I look at the previews of Atty’s texts and smile at a meme of a rude customer and a retail worker. To see the others I’d have to open our chat thread, and I’m not there yet.
