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“Thanks,” Olin said, and then he smiled, showing off that small gap between his front teeth. Meegan’s heart fluttered a bit. “You don’t have any?”
“Nah. PTSD from one of my mom’s ex-boyfriends.” Olin’s smile dropped and one of his eyebrows shot up. “He didn’t hurt us,” she laughed. “He was a tattoo artist with no artistic talent to speak of and his name ‘BARRY’ was tattooed right on her chest where you could easily see it for years. Hideous. She finally got it covered up.”
“Oh okay.”
“Come cuddle me.”
“Okay,” he replied, his voice suddenly rough. Meegan tossed the remote on the bed before she found the light switch and plunged the room into near darkness. Olin followed her and they climbed under the sheets together. Giddy was the best way to describe how Meegan felt. She used to spend the night with Marcos and Daniel all the time, but this was different.
“I haven’t had a sleepover with a boy in a while.”
“Me neither,” Olin joked, moving closer and pulling her into his arms. Meegan closed her eyes and pressed her cheek against his warm chest. Her leg draped over his. The giddiness mellowed and was quickly replaced by something else. Something hotter and heavier settled deep in her belly. There was no harm in taking things slow. Still, they were miles and miles away from the friend zone. She wanted to kiss him some more and, now that their legs were intertwined, she was reminded of that bulge in the front of his boxer briefs.
“So, how do I start my BDSM education?” Olin asked. Meegan shivered as his fingers trailed down her back.
“Really, it encompasses so many things. You should probably start thinking about what you like?” she asked quietly. “Sexually.”
“I don’t think I’ve taken enough time to develop my sexual tastes, unfortunately. I’ve been working a lot.”
“Right.” The whole tech millionaire thing. “But you like… things?”
“Yes, I like things,” he chuckled.
“Tell me.”
“I like boobs. Breasts interest me.”
“Good, good. I mean you could do a very intense breast fetish thing. Definitely not unheard of.” Of course, Meegan’s brain picked that exact moment to picture what it would be like for Olin to come on her tits. Her hips moved involuntarily and she hoped Olin hadn’t noticed. He cleaned his throat and adjusted her thigh where it was draped over him.
“Tell me what you like beyond being loved on.”
Meegan pulled her leg off of him and sat up. She looked down at the outline of a masked Bruce Wayne on his chest. “I’m trying to think of the easiest way to explain it without it sounding limiting. There are a lot of ways to be a submissive, and a Dominant for that matter. For me, I get along best with Pleasure Doms who are experienced with impact play.”
“I understood the word ‘pleasure’.”
“Some Doms are into humiliation or service or punishment, which again depends on the individual. I like to be with someone who wants me to orgasm my brains out. There can be a denial or punishment element to it. Like, say I’m with someone who wants me to come at least three times before we move on to anything else and I can’t, or I playfully refuse.” She rolled her eyes. Olin might not have been able to see it in the dim light from the television, but she was sure he heard it in her voice. “The punishment is usually dick denial. I like to get fucked, but an ideal Dom will make me work for it by coming a lot. And I like being spanked, and paddled, and flogged. I love a good crop.”
“I have a lot to learn,” he said quietly. Meegan glanced down at the covers and caught the unmistakable ridge of Olin’s erection pressing up against the sheets.
“I can show you.”
With a slow drag of his palm down her back, he swallowed and then said, “What do we do first?”
She nodded toward his lap, her tongue wetting her lips. “First you have toshowme and then you can’t let me have it.”
“For how long?” Olin asked. He pulled his arm back and set about shucking off his boxers under the sheets. Meegan watched, her heartbeat pounding between her legs, as he tossed them on the floor.
“For as long as you can handle. A couple minutes. A few hours. A few weeks.”
“Weeks huh?” he said more to himself, slipping his hand back under the sheets. He stroked himself, nice and slow. Meegan really thought for a moment that she was doing too much. That she was pushing Olin into the deep end too quickly, but just because he was new to this, that didn’t make him any less of a man. A man with a raging hard on.
“You can come all you want. Wherever you want. I just don’t get to touch it, suck on it, or sit on it the way I want to,” she clarified.
“You never said what kind of rewards you get. Are there any? Beyond me fucking you?”
“Sometimes it’s material gifts. Like I said, I like to be spoiled. Sometimes, if I’ve been very good, I get multiple dicks at once as a little treat.”
“I see. It’s getting late. I should probably show it to you.”
