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Warmth fills me. “You mean you’re bossy in bed?”
“Yeah, that about sums me up. And I have a bit of a praise kink.”
“A praise kink?”
“It’s also called affirmation play. Most people find it difficult to take compliments in everyday life. So it’s about being told you’re valued and valuable, and being praised for your skills, behavior, or body parts.”
“Do you like the girl to praise you? Or do you praise the girl?”
“I like doing the praising, although I’m not averse to a compliment or two.”
Wow, I can think of a billion compliments I could give this guy.
“So it turns you on to do this?” I ask, breathless.
He seems to find my fascination amusing. “Yeah. It makes me feel good. It’s not uncommon for men. Those who take it to the extreme are called Pleasure Doms.”
“Welcome to the Pleasure Dom?”
He laughs. “Yeah. They enjoy praising their partners and giving them as many intense orgasms as possible as a reward.”
A tingle runs down my spine. “A man who wants to give his girl multiple orgasms? I’d be happy with just one.”
He brushes his hand over his face. “Jesus. Don’t say that. I should have broken both of Cole’s legs.”
I give a short laugh, studying him curiously. “But when you say multiple… you really have the patience for that?”
“It doesn’t take hours, Belle. It can take some women longer than others, but apparently the average is fourteen minutes. In my experience, it doesn’t normally take that long.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. Anyway, I don’t care how long it takes. I’m rarely in a rush.”
I shake my head in bewilderment. “Are you a Pleasure Dom?”
“Nah. I’m not into the whole control thing that Doms need, where the Sub has to ask permission to come, and the Dom punishes by withholding orgasms. That’s never sounded like fun to me. Sex should be about pleasure. Not just quantity of orgasms, but quality. Drawing out pleasure can make them more intense. Anything that involves making the other person feel good, I’m into. I like giving pleasure. And I love women. I’m not ashamed to admit it.”
I stare at him with an open mouth. He’s so frank and unembarrassed—it’s such an eye opener for me. And he keeps talking about orgasms,plural. I didn’t know men like this really existed. I didn’t know about anything like this.
He opens his bottle of water and has a drink, puts the top back on, then smiles. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m not that unusual.”
It’s an easy thing for him to say, but I’ve listened to other girls talk, and I have my own experience to compare. “I think you are,” I whisper. “Not every woman is lucky enough to meet someone like you.”
“You need to have some one-night stands,” he jokes. “Try before you buy.”
“Oh my God, I couldn’t. I’d die a thousand deaths if I slept with someone I didn’t know. You obviously have, though.”
He just grins.
“How many one-night stands have you had?” I ask curiously.
“Guys don’t really put notches on their bedpost, you know.”
“Come on, give me a ballpark. Five? Ten? Twenty? Fifty? Oh my God, over a hundred?”
He rolls his eyes. “I don’t kiss and tell.”
“Who was the best you’ve ever had?”
