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The dark brown and golden hues pull me in and refuse to allow me to look anywhere else. Refuse to give up their hold on me, and this moment.
Naomi smiles, shadows flickering over her beautiful dark skin. “We’d love to start off by figuring out which areas of play you’d like to start with, set limits, and then allow you to try something out tonight, if you’re willing. We can work with you on an ongoing basis to make sure your voice is heard and your limits and expectations are being met.”
I agree, and the four of us sit on the oversized bed together.
My brain still refuses to comprehend this is where I am.
But I lean into the unknown and allow it to consume me, realizing how badly I want this. How much it excites me. The possibility. The danger. The ecstasy I’ve seen radiating off other people in this club.
Naomi and Christopher go through lists of different fetishes and kinks and sexual acts. Their lists are much more detailed than the original questionnaire that Remi and I filled out together. Things I’ve never heard of—not shocking, I suppose—are thrown out at me: role playing, nylon fetishes, exhibitionism, breath play, piss play, edge play, cuckolding, and temperature play.
I have a strong feeling this isn’t even close to the half of it, and perhaps these are the most popular acts happening in the club…? I’m not completely sure, but some of the things I’m hearing sound like hard nos to me. Some of them, though…
Both Naomi and Christopher give me the rundown on some of the different kinks and fetishes they’ve brought up, giving me insight as to what exactly happens or what the parties are looking for when seeking out these different acts of play. I feel a bit more on their level once they’ve explained more about each of the different areas they’ve suggested.
“Does anything that we’ve gone over sound intriguing, Giana?” Dante questions, and I nod, feeling equal parts excited and anxious.
All three sets of eyes are on me as I try to decide where to begin.
What sounds least threatening but also the most compelling?
“I think…” I start, nodding and attempting to reassure myself that yes, this is what I want, “I think I want to learn more about the temperature play first.” I look at the three of them. “Breath play sounds intriguing, too. But maybe ease into things for tonight.”
Dante smirks at me, something knowing and dark in his expression.
It only serves to turn me on more.
My core knots, twisting as desire floods through me, and I can tell Dante somehow senses my eagerness as he runs his tongue along his bottom lip—it’s as if he’s beckoning me.Daringme.
He stands from the bed, and the rest of us follow. I trail behind him to a flat table-looking bed thing. It sits low to the ground and looks like a massage bed, and he motions for me to climb onto it.
“We need to talk about limits, safe words, and safe gestures,” Christopher says as I get onto the table. “Temperature play can be absolutely captivating, but it’s also something we need to understand prior to allowing you to play.”
Christopher’s voice is giddy and light, such a stark contrast to Dante’s. It feels like he really wants me to feel safe, and I appreciate that from him.
“What’s your limit?” Naomi asks as Christopher disappears from the room. “Would you like to stick to cold or hot? Perhaps a mixture of both? Do you have a preference of what you’d like to try?” she asks, then continues, “The heat will be controlled by you and your partner—in this case, Dante.”
I don’t miss the subtle twitch Dante has. As if her hinting that I may have a different partner strikes a nerve. Maybe I’m just dreaming…but he did react.
I think about Naomi’s questions. Heat sounds more enticing than cold.
“Can we start with heat and alternate if we want?” I ask, and she nods with a smile just as Christopher comes back in carrying what looks like supplies.
Dante interjects, “Of course we can, kitten. I need to know your safe word and safe gesture. These are two of the most important things prior to play.”
Why does everything this man says sound sexier than anything I’ve ever heard? He literally makes anything and everything sound so damn compelling.
I have no idea what a proper safe word or safe gesture is, and I really wish I would stop showing everything on my face, because now even Naomi can apparently read me.
“It can be hard to decide on words and gestures, especially being new to the whole aspect of this world. If I may,” she offers, as Dante strokes my covered thigh, “use something simple. Tell your partner ‘green’ if you feel safe. It means you’re okay and you feel comfortable. You can use ‘yellow’ if you’re still okay, but you’re edging closer to your limits. ‘Red’ is if you need to stop immediately.”
Dante helps to lower me onto the table as Naomi backs away.
“Does that make sense?” he asks, and I nod.
“Words, kitten.” He chuckles. “I need words, especially right now.”
“Yes, Dante.” I wiggle on the bed until I’m comfortable. “Yes, I understand.”
