Page 9 of For Life
“Um, thanks,” I felt Maxx rub his hot face against my lower back like he was hiding embarrassment. His facial hair was a barely there stubble that abraided my sensitive skin pleasantly. Yeah, I could stay bent over on my sore knees a little longer.
Eventually, I was back to myself and needed to stretch out. I moved experimentally and Maxx immediately unwrapped from my body, but kept a hand on my back.
Sitting up, I met his dark eyes and stretched my legs out.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” he replied with a shy smile. “There’s water here and a blanket they said was yours.”
“I appreciate that, thank you for staying with me.”
Maxx nodded but didn’t say any more, handing me the water which I guzzled down. Next he gave me a packet of wet wipes to clean off my dirty hands and crusty cum. Maxx did the same with his pants and hands. Nearby, there was a mattress with a curtain of chains pulled to the side. Cielo and their Daddies, Q and A were on it. They weren’t playing, just cuddling, chatting, and watching us. I was grateful they stayed, since I would bet Maxx had never given aftercare before.
“How are you feeling?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Maxx looked at me funny and scratched his head. His hair was black and short on the sides, longer on the top, and looked like silk. I may have been momentarily distracted. “I’m great, that was intense but I want to learn more.”
“I could teach you,” I blurted, which earned me a few blinks and a long pause. “I was taught how to top and bottom in kink by Cielo, so I learned both sides. And learning by example is the best way to do it.”
Maxx had started nodding along but suddenly stopped. “Wait, you mean like I bottom to see how it feels first?”
“Well…” I wasn’t expecting that reaction. Normally newbie Dom-types had to be forced to try bottoming for anything. Not the ones I’d play with though. It was a great idea actually. “The best Doms and Tops always try things out first themselves. I can show you how to negotiate and begin a scene.”
“Now? If you are feeling better after everything, I mean?”
It was my turn to blink and stare. The eagerness to start was cute, though topping right after such an enthusiastic scene probably wasn’t advised. But, one of the best ways to come out of subspace with Cielo had been transitioning to topping. It could be for both of us.
“Okay, we can do just the beginnings of a scene now,” I agreed. “Let you get a feel for it. Are you comfortable being naked here?”
Maxx immediately slid off the box and began removing his pants. A giggle escaped me as I saw Cielo begin to rise in concern. They probably thought Maxx talked me into bottoming for sex while I was still in subspace.
“Wait, just negotiating right now,” I called out and held up a hand meant for both Maxx and my friends. Lowering my voice, I wrapped the blanket around me, “Negotiation happens before clothes come off. We will talk, and I will make it clear when the scene starts. Understand?”
“Yes,” Maxx nodded. Police were trained to obey orders, I supposed. “Should I call you Sir or Ma’am or something else?”
“That’s a good question,” I smiled encouragingly, “right now Ant is fine, and never Ma’am, but I don’t have a preferred title in general except maybe Mx.”
“Mx Ant, got it,” Maxx said seriously. “And I know the green for good, yellow for pause to check in, and red to stop safe words.”
“I would hope so, Officer, I don’t want a ticket.” Finally, Maxx realized we could be playful and grinned at my teasing. “I’ve learned that negotiations do not need to be dry and restating the same script. That’s a mood killer. They can be fluid and dynamic, based on who is involved and what the goal is. For instance, an important question is whether the bottom wants it to be sexual.”
“Yes,” Maxx said abruptly then squinted his eyes closed when he realized I wasn’t asking him a question. “I mean, if you were asking me that, in the future that is, I might want a scene with you to be sexual.”
“Good to know,” I smirked at how he regained composure and gripped at his still open pants. He had a mostly hairless chest, but a thick happy trail leading from his belly button down to what looked like no underwear. I licked my lips, imagining the possibilities. “Good to know for the future. Ahem, but this will not be sexual tonight. It seems you will be fine with nudity, and possible sexual touch. Your intention and goal in the scene is clear, to learn more about negotiating and learning more while bottoming. What about impact, scratching, biting, being on your knees, and playing with your mouth?”
Maxx considered my words carefully, seeming to weigh them each in his head before speaking. A very positive sign that I would get honest answers. Quick answers weren’t ones I acted on, and I was grateful Cielo hadn’t either.
“Being on my knees is fine as long as it’s not too long, like over five minutes. Scratching I like so long as no marks are visible in a tank top, but I think I had my quota on biting during your scene,” Maxx teased and pointed to his knee that I had apparently bitten. I was not ashamed and could only giggle at his fake indignation.
“We can keep it to only a few minutes. And the rest?”
“Hitting, like spanking or with implements, I don’t think I’m into, or at least not ready to try. Hands on me, I like,” Maxx paused again, popping his knuckles and looking like he was thinking of his hands on me. “What do you mean by playing with my mouth?”
He sounded more intrigued than wary, and I had an idea in mind, but the trick of negotiations was to get permission for everything without always telling them what was coming.
“I might rub your lips or touch your tongue with my fingers, is that alright with you?”
Maxx seemed to stifle a moan as he answered in the affirmative. “Y-yes.”