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CHAPTER 15

Kayley

We napped for maybe fifteen minutes before I sat up and stretched. “I wonder what classes or demos are on the schedule for today?”

Vic sleepily smiled up at me. “Feeling adventurous?”

“Yeah, actually, I am.” I gently poked him in the side. “I want to learn new things while we’re here. And that’ll help me be better-educated when we have our conversation.”

The hint of a scowl furrowed his brow. “We can have the conversation without you trying things you aren’t sure of.”

“Listen to the words coming out of my mouth, Sir ,” I teased. “This is an unexpected but prime opportunity for me to take a deep dive into these… things.” I closed my eyes, took a deep, pine-filled breath, and slowly let it out. “I know we won’t be doing everything possible,” I added. “But how do I know what I’ll like if I don’t try things?”

He rolled onto his side, propped on his elbow. “Do you want to start with the ‘fuck-no’ hard limits?”

I already had a few of those. “I’m not a Little. Not something I want to explore. I don’t want anything extreme, like cutting or really hard impact play. I don’t mind some ouchie but I don’t get off on ouchie.”

“That’s very reasonable,” he said. “I’m more a mental and sexual sadist than I am a physical one.” A slow, evil smile curved his lips. “On the tamer side of the scale.”

“And I’ll never be okay with us playing with other people.”

His smile fled. “There might be times one or both of us need to work with someone teaching a technique. Do you include that?”

“No. I mean play for fun. And I prefer it’s only you touching my… bits.”

He nodded. “Understood and agreed.”

I thought for a moment. “I did like watching the rope play.”

He sat up. “You don’t need to freak out when you see them, baby. Just pretend they’re strangers.”

“I mean, they are strangers to me,” I said. “It’s just a mental hangup I need to work through.” I had a thought and looked around. “Are they watching us right now?” I reached for my shirt.

“Probably, but discreetly,” he said. “From a distance and only to make sure we’re alone. They’re not perving on us, if that’s your worry.”

I pulled my shirt on. “It wasn’t until you phrased it like that .” I reached for my panties and shorts.

He caught my chin and made me look him in the eyes. “They’re kinky, too,” he said. “They come here as guests. So it’s not like they’re strangers to BDSM. They have as much to lose as we do by being outed. Meaning even if this wasn’t their literal job—to keep secrets—they’d still have every reason to keep their mouths shut.” He released my chin and booped me on the nose with his finger.

“That’s easier said than internalized.” I didn’t want to stand up to pull my shorts on so I started working them up my legs.

“I legally and ethically cannot tell you any of the shit I’ve personally witnessed during my time on the job,” he said. “But let it suffice to say that what we’re doing here? This is tame . This is like comparing Hello Kitty to Harley Quinn.”

I worked my panties and shorts up over my ass and hips and leaned back to zip and button them. “Yeah, well, based on what I’ve seen so far, it wouldn’t surprise me to see someone walking around here dressed like Hello Dominatrix.”

He blinked before roaring with laughter.

We soon headed back to the main lodge, stopping to pick up sandwiches, fries, and drinks from the cafe to eat in our room. Then I wanted a shower before doing anything else. He joined me, and this one was fun and teasing, but not too sexy because, frankly, I’d just eaten more in the past six hours than I think I did in the past six days, and I hadn’t… well, cleared my pipes, shall we say.

And farting during sex might be a fetish for some people, but it damned sure wasn’t for me.

Instead, dressed in one of Vic’s T-shirts and with a towel wrapped around my damp hair, I pointed at the armoire. “Let’s do part B and go through that.”

“We can do that.” He pulled on a pair of shorts and walked over to the armoire, opening it.

I stared at the contents. “So what kind of toybag do you have at home?” I asked.

He sat next to me on the bed. “Not even the bare minimum,” he said. “I think I still have the coil of rope I bought a few years before I met you, when I meant to learn how to tie and never did.”

“Why not?”

“Well, sweetheart, it was sort of pointless to acquire implements when I was too busy to have a successful long-term D/s relationship. It’d suck to buy a bunch of stuff I could never use. I can always use my hand and a belt.”

I looked at him. “Won’t they revoke your Dom card over that?”

He snickered. “There’s probably a few who would get pissy and stomp their feet and demand I be ‘more Domly’, yes, but they can go fuck themselves.”

I pointed at the armoire and my finger circled to indicate… everything. “I guess we need cuffs and a collar for me?” I wasn’t sure so I phrased it like a question.

“Would you like to wear some?” he asked.

“Isn’t that supposed to be your decision?”

He probably didn’t mean for me to hear his soft grumble I suspected indicated I was slightly irritating him for overthinking things, but he likely wasn’t going to outright say that to me.

“My decision, right now,” he said, “is for us to go over things. To negotiate. And even after negotiating, anything we decide can change. You can decide ‘fuck-yeses’ you have right now are ‘fuck-nos’ and vice-versa. At any time.

“So if what you mean is, ‘Will you make me wear them?’ then the answer is no. I will never ‘make’ you do something I don’t know if you are willing, or at least open, to doing. Now, if you tell me you want us to have a scene where I ‘make’ you do things that are already within our negotiated limits, sure. We can do that. But I absolutely do not get off on trying to force you to do something you don’t want to do.”

I studied him for a moment. “Earlier, you said you were a bit of a sexual sadist.”

He nodded. “Sure, if that’s something you’ll either enjoy, or want to do because of whatever you get out of it. I will mostly get off on the reactions I elicit from you. And of course we might have a scene, for example, where we’ve agreed to try nipple clamps. Say I put them on you and tighten them down, and you whine and cry and squirm and hate it, but you don’t safeword. I will absolutely get off on that.”

I fought the urge to squirm against the bed because that did sound kinda hot.

“But,” he continued, “if I put them on you and you said, ‘Oh, wait, fuck no, get these off me right now,’ off they come. Immediately.”

“What about a safe word?” I asked. Isn’t that what we’re supposed to use?”

He smirked. “Yes, but I would consider that a safe word phrase because I have common sense and a strong sense of self-preservation. And there might be times where we play and negotiate that I absolutely won’t stop unless you say ‘red,’ so that I can have fun listening to you creatively swear up a storm while you get to thrash around and fight until you hit your limit.”

“How do you tell the difference?”

His smirk faded. “I will always err on the side of caution, especially in the beginning while we’re just starting out. Which brings me to another important point—I never want you to do something only because you think that’s what I want you to do. I can admire a needle play scene without wanting to do it to you. So please never freak out watching me enjoy watching something that is a hard limit for you. Does that make sense?”

I relaxed. “Yeah. And thank you.” I pointed at the armoire. “Let’s do this.”

He stood and walked over to it. “So you want to try a collar and cuffs?”

“Yeah.”

He looked at the three sets of leather cuffs and collars in there and selected a set. Soft, black leather. He held them up to me. “I think these will do. For now.”

“For now?”

“Well, these are functional. If you decide you do like wearing them, then I’d want to buy you a different set that I pick out for you. A custom set.”

A little alien flutter—a pleasant one—rippled through me. “I wouldn’t… mind that.”

His smirk widened and he brought them over to me to examine. He buckled the collar around my neck and when he slipped his finger through the D-ring on the front, gently tugging, something inside me pleasantly rolled and made my clit throb.

“Like that?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” I said.

He returned to the armoire. “What about this?”

I looked up and nearly choked at the fist-sized butt plug in his hand. “I’m willing to experiment, but that’s going to be a really hard and firm fuck no .”

He grinned, confirming my suspicion he was just fucking with me, and put it back, pulling out another one. “How about this?” That one wasn’t much wider than Vic’s thumb.

I breathed a sigh of relief. “I would be willing to experiment with that one,” I said. “I can’t promise you anal will become a fave, but I won’t know if I like it if I don’t try it.”

He pointed it at me. “Excellent mindset.”

I cracked up as he waggled the butt plug at me and, once again, I knew he was doing this on purpose. I loved that he defaulted to humor with me, knowing me, neutralizing the preconceived mental and emotional stress I’d built up over this.

No matter what we eventually decided to do, he was a man of his word and wouldn’t pressure me about it.

“I think I would prefer to experiment with that in private,” I added. “In case of…. you know. Accidents. I get that they’re totally equipped to clean if there are issues, but that’s a me thing.”

He nodded and brought it over to the bed. “That’s fair. See? We’re negotiating. Give and take. It’s not difficult to use our words.”

I wasn’t so naive that I thought it wasn’t far more complex than that, but I loved Vic for not being an asshole and for being willing to take this slow.

Excruciatingly slow.

“We might need to speed this up from glacial to tortoise,” I joked.

“Huh?”

I indicated the armoire again. “Negotiations. We only have a couple of weeks here.”

He arched an eyebrow. “This is how I want to do it. Are you objecting to how your Sir is handling this negotiation with you?”

His voice dropped in pitch, too, and something about it plucked sweet, sexy strings deep inside me, a resonating tone of pleasure and need I belatedly realized he was deliberately invoking.

And from his evil smile I knew he enjoyed the reaction he elicited from me.

I shook my head. “No, Sir. Not objecting.”

“Good girl.”

My clit pulsed and I wondered how long it took to use operant conditioning to train someone to get horny just from talking to them in a certain tone of voice.

He showed me a few paddles and riding crops and other implements from the armoire, and I agreed to a couple of the less malevolent-looking ones.

He added them to the growing pile on the bed and returned to the armoire. “How about these?” He held something up.

“What are they?”

“Nipple clamps. These look like the least mean ones they have.”

I winced. “Let’s try those in the room first. I reserve the right to say no.”

He brought them over for me to examine.

“You have the right to say no to anything,” he said. “Not trying to beat that dead horse, but?—”

“Yeah, yeah.” I turned the clear plastic bag over in my hands as I examined the nipple clamps.

I didn’t want to think about whether or not my brother had sets of these to use on Jordan and Elliot.

Then again, imagining the president of the United States running around the White House in a gimp suit wasn’t exactly on my fantasy bingo card.

I set them aside and shooed him back to the armoire. “What’s next?”

We went through the rest of the contents and picked out a few more implements, including several floggers on the fluffy-bunny end of the scale, a supple leather slapper, and a vibrator.

“I’m glad you’re not threatened by these,” I said, examining the vibrator.

He snorted. “Only an idiot of a man doesn’t welcome the help of toys in keeping his lady satisfied.” He retrieved the class schedule and settled onto the bed again. “Let’s see what’s going on today.”

I read it over his shoulder. “Ooh, there’s a rope class,” I said, pointing. “We could do that and then have dinner, right?”

He nodded. “Is that something you want to try?”

“I wouldn’t have said so if I didn’t want to.” I poked him in the arm. “Just like you insist on making sure I’m okay, I promise I won’t lie and say I want something that I don’t.”

“Fair enough, baby.” He glanced at the clock. “We’ve got over two hours before it starts. Ideas on what to do until then?”

I started to reply but I yawned, making him laugh. “Maybe another nap?” I said. “God, I feel like such a wussy.”

I thought that’d make him laugh, but instead he cupped my hand against his thigh. “Hey, yesterday was stressful for a bunch of reasons. This is a completely normal response. I don’t mind catching up on my sleep, either.”

I felt a little guilty considering he had done a lot more driving than was originally scheduled.

“Then how about a nap?”

He set the schedule on the nightstand. “Sounds like a great idea.”