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I didn’t want that either, but it was an afterthought for me. I assumed he wasn’t the type to go and pick up guys to bring home to play with us. It didn’t fit him in the least. I’d had my share of threesomes and even one orgy, and for me, one guy that cared about me was all I needed in my life.
Well, and kink. I definitely wanted the kink.
So, with that in mind, I set my mind on that evening alone, on pleasing him with my arousal and discomfort. He took great pleasure from that, it seemed, and I saw an extra kick in his step as we walked to the theater from the parking lot.
It was like any normal theater, and Noah paid for us to see a movie that I’d heard about before I left Harvey, but even though I was curious about it, I liked the actors, I knew I wouldn’t be watching all that closely.
Noah and I sat in the back row, and thankfully, not many people were in our theater Maybe ten people were scattered around in the chairs, the movie being an older one that had been out for months.
I wondered if Noah had planned that or got lucky, but regardless, he was cheerful as hell as we sat, and I sat much gentler than I had in the truck.
The room wasn’t bright, though the lights were still on, and no one was paying any attention to us, but I still felt on display. That was another thing I wondered. If Noah had planned it that way.
Maybe he wanted me to be seen or at least, have that threat looming, that any minute, I’d be caught doing something dirty. I’d fucked in the middle of clubs before, both leather and just plain old gay clubs, but this was different. This felt dirty, felt like it was going to elevate our arousal.
As soon as I was comfortable, Noah went to get us drinks and popcorn. We’d just eaten, so I didn’t want popcorn, but I didn’t argue, as I guessed there were alternative reasons for it.
As I sat alone, looking over the other patrons, I was glad to see none of them cared to look back at me. There were mostly couples, as the movie was a rom-com, but a was small group that seemed to be three couples on a triple date. No one was underage, which made me happy. If we were caught, maybe we wouldn’t scar anyone.
I tried to be as still as possible, but it helped little, being that thing was very heavy and it was hard to ignore. The plusher seats than had been in the restaurant didn’t make it better. In fact, it seemed to make it worse. Either that, or I was just much more aware of it.
When he came back with the refreshments, I smiled shyly at him, knowing I was turning bright red. He laughed as he sat, the cups in the holders on the arms of the chairs, and I watched him looking around like I did minutes before.
He handed me his phone, which was open to the Notes app. On it was a checklist of things and he leaned over to whisper, “Check off all you’re comfortable with, and I need your safeword on top of that.”
As he said it, he set the popcorn on my lap, and I smiled brightly as I whispered back to him, “You’re not going to believe this, but I swear it’s true.”
“What’s that?”
“My old safeword was… popcorn.”
He barked a laugh that had everyone peering over their shoulders at us, and he gave them a little wave. “Sorry, folks, won’t happen again.”
I was laughing while covering my mouth, but he leaned in and said, “You’re lying.”
“I swear. My first time playing, I went home with a Dom and on his coffee table was a bag of Orville Redenbacher’s. It just… felt right, and I used it every time after.”
“Well, I’ll be dipped in shit. That’s just not gonna work here, boy. Give me another.”
I thought on it briefly, then said, “I’ll stick to the old standard, red.”
“Good enough. Now read before I gotta put away my phone.”
The list had little boxes next to them for me to check off, and as I read through them, I felt my temperature soar.
If these were things he was listing, they were things he liked, and every one of them were things I liked too or had always wanted to try. And, the thing was, I knew those were things he’d listed just for that night alone.
Extreme fucking with toys, tight bondage, humiliation, name calling, slut shaming, whipping with a belt, public play (with boundaries). The rest of the list was even better. Hair pulling, face slapping. As I poked the phone to check off every one of them, Noah watched me, then commented quietly, “Fucking slut.”
“Thanks,” I said happily.
“I knew you were mine. You’re mine now, whore, and I’m going to treat you really well sometimes, and like a dirty, filthy whore at other times. That okay with you?”
I handed him back the phone and leaned over to whisper in his ear, “I want to be a filthy whore for you, Daddy,” then nipped his earlobe with my teeth.
“Jesus H Christ,” he whispered, then adjusted his suddenly hard cock. “You’re gonna make me come in my pants like a damn kid.”
“I’ll clean it all up with my tongue.”
