Page 29 of The Best Bad Decision

Atlee wasn’t one for needing a lot of odd rules to feel important.

“I’d rather find ways to remind you that you belong to me like the watch I mentioned and the cock ring.” I gave him another squeeze to remind him that he was still hard. “And if we have rules and routines, I’d prefer something like you coming over after work so I can use your mouth.”

Or his ass.

We’d focused our conversation on the limits for the evening but I needed to come back to that sooner rather than later.

The using his mouth comment had him looking up again, giving me wide eyes. “You…you mentioned that.”

He was trying to sound calm and relaxed but I liked him needy and confused better. “I’m always going to be clear about what I want but we’ll compromise based on both of our limits.”

“Like…” His brain had to be an interesting place for him to keep pushing the topic, but I waited while he shifted and finally realized I still had a hold of his dick. Even that didn’t deter him, though. “Like using my ass.”

Interesting.

“Yes.” I was pretty sure keeping him distracted would be a good idea, so I shifted to jerking him off through his pants. It got a faint rocking motion from him and I could see his gaze losing focus. “That’s something I’m making clear I’d enjoy, but we’re going to take your limits into consideration as well.”

He just blinked.

“If that’s something you won’t do…no matter what your reasoning…I’ll pick other ways to enjoy using you.” It wouldn’t be hard. He was sexy and adorably earnest when it came to wanting to please me.

However his other relationships had gone, Atlee wanted to please his partner more than most guys would. It was definitely an ingrained part of his submission even if he didn’t understand it. That was okay, though, because he just needed me to handle a few tiny things like that. “I’m going to love fucking your mouth and there are a lot of different ways I can have you use it to get myself off.”

I was going to be very helpful when it came to giving him what he needed.

Swallowing hard, he nodded slowly after a moment. “That’s very common.”

What was common?

“I’m not into anything out of the ordinary when it comes to the BDSM spectrum, but if there’s something you’re curious about, it takes a lot to shock or confuse me.” He seemed amazingly openminded considering his background, so all that calm might be hiding some interesting kinks. “Good communication and compromise are going to be the key to making sure both of us get what we need.”

His head bobbed again but it seemed more automatic than an actual opinion. “Good communication. Yes.”

Well, that was a good sign?

“Is there anything about using you anally that you think I need to know for good communication?” I could’ve started with specific questions but I was curious to see where his brain was at. “Is there anything about being displayed that you need to communicate to me?”

Giving him an out seemed like a good idea just in case the anal thing was a touchy subject for him. The way he hadn’t mentioned it at all stood out as odd but didn’t give me much to go on. Neither did his utterly confusing almost blank expression while he processed the questions.

So I waited.

He was giving my patience a workout.

“I probably need to tell you that I’ve never done either of those things?” His frown was thoughtful not emotional, but his answer definitely gave me a starting point. “I think…I think my past male partners made assumptions about things.”

Duh.

Wait.

Had none of his female parters wanted to explore that either?

Atlee glanced down at himself again. “I’m starting to think I was giving off the wrong impression when I tried to date men previously.”

Oh yeah.

“Media gives the impression that tall, dark and sexy means Dom. A lot of people also assume that Dom means top.” I shrugged and tried not to smile when he sighed. “Your more stoic nature also probably threw them off and kept them from looking deeper into what made you happy.”

It also seemed to keep him from looking into what made him happy but there were probably a lot of reasons why he hadn’t poked at that side of himself.