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The curve of Elias’ smile turns mildly suggestive. “You also mentioned spanking,” he says. “What about impact play?”
Ah. Right. The spanking thing. “I… look. I’m not a huge masochist or anything, but a bit of pain can be fun.” I swallow. “Very fun. I like to get roughed up. Though, uh… what exactly do you mean by impact play?” The term is a rather broad one.
“Any blunt instrument used to cause an impact on the body. Ranging from hands, such as in the case of spanking, to implements such as paddles, canes, riding crops, floggers, and potentially repurposed everyday objects such as rulers or belts.”
The list is enough to be a little overwhelming. It’s not that I haven’t thought about it alot, given I’ve known for years where my tastes lean, but I have never actually been in a relationship where anything of this depth was relevant. Elias clearly knows far more than I do.
I consider it for a moment. “None of those would be hard limits, but… take it slow and ease me in on any of the harder stuff like canes?”
“Yeah, canes can bite like a bitch,” Caelan comments idly.
The way he says it implies he’s very much speaking from experience. “When did you get caned?”
Caelan smirks. “Doll, we’ve done a lot. Caning is tame. And…” he jerks his thumb toward Elias, “… edgelord asshole over here has a bit of a discipline schtick sometimes.”
“I will keep that in mind.”
“There’s no need to be concerned about that. After all, I’m sure you will behave far better than Caelan for me, won’t you, dear?” Elias says, with a low purr that makes my stomach flip.
“Y-yes, Sir.”
Not that it’d be hard to achieve that. I can only imagine Caelan would be a total brat if he ever subbed at all.
“Ah, speaking of… you’re under no obligation to, if you prefer masochism alone, but is that the sort of dynamic that would interest you? One of dominance and submission?”
God,yes. I want both of them to dominate the hell out of me. There’s a needy whine in my voice as I answer, “Please.”
“You already seem to be inclined to call me Sir, it appears.” Elias looks rather pleased with this fact.
“Is that the title you’d prefer?” I ask. “Master is good too. I’d be happy to call you that.”
Elias chuckles, lust flashing in his eyes. “Caelan’s right. You really are rather adorable. It would be quite the sight, having you on your knees begging for your Master.”
Oh, dammit. I was supposed to be focusing and having a serious conversation, not getting turned on again from hearing Elias talk about things like that in his damnvoice, all low and deep and sensual. I bite my lip and press my thighs together.
Caelan snorts. “Now who’s the one getting off topic?”
Elias waves a dismissive hand but returns to whatever mental checklist he’s going through. Whatever else he may be, he’s certainly very thorough. And as frustrating as it is to just sit here and talk, it’s also reassuring, in a way, that he’s taking such care to get to know what my boundaries are, what I’d enjoy most. And this is for the ‘simpler’ kinks.
We cover all manner of things—blindfolds, gags, collars, sensory deprivation, temperature play, and verbal degradation, which is the only one I turn down. Dirty talk is fine, but I prefer it used for praise over any too-harsh humiliation. Then we move on to overstimulation, orgasm denial, and various potential sex toys. Being treated roughly, pinned down and manhandled… discussing that one makes me laugh since,yeah, I absolutely loved the play-fighting from earlier. Markings as well. Elias checks if I want to let them leave bruises, hickeys, and scratches on me, which I most definitely do. The idea of being all marked up by them thrills me to the core.
“And wounds that break the skin, shallow cuts, or such like?” Elias follows up with.
“What, like with knives?” Caelan butts in pointedly, notably perking up.
“Yes, yes. This is your territory.”
Caelan looks at me intently all of a sudden, and I squirm in my seat. “Yes. Please.”
I take a moment to lick my lips. I agreed to knife play last time, and it suddenly occurs to me that Elias needs to leave for his meeting at some point. It’ll be just Caelan and me for the night, and damn. I need to pay attention and talk about this thought seriously because there’s every chance it’s going to happen.
Okay, I can negotiate this.
“Hard limit is any serious bodily harm of the kind that might need actual medical treatment or whatever. I don’t like sharp objects that go deep. Needles are unsettling to me for that reason, and I wouldn’t want it with a knife either.”
“I gotcha, doll.”
Nodding, I continue, “You can cut me, make me bleed. I’d like that, as long as it’s shallow. The surface layers of skin are fine but not deep enough to scar permanently or anything. Um…” It’s hard to keep my thoughts straight when every part of me wants to go over to Caelan and beg him to pin me down and cut me up. “I’ll need to keep the marks covered, so nowhere that’ll be too difficult to hide. No face or hands.”
