Page 12 of Nix and Tell (The Arun Nixes #1)
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Violet
C hlo is unbelievably adorable. If I liked the gruff exterior that I’d gotten to know over the last year, this slightly awkward subby side was more than a little endearing. She was melty goo, wrapped up in a deliciously masc package.
“You’re all good, sweetheart. Now, what’s for dinner?”
The question gives her a purpose and Chlo chats to me about the recipe she’s chosen as she sets the table. By the time the mac and cheese is ready to come out of the oven, she’s lit some candles and I’m sat with a beautifully delicate serviette on my lap.
She walks over, smiling shyly as she places the dish on the table. The top is a crispy cheese pancake, and the whole thing smells delicious.
“How much would you like?”
“As much as you can fit on my plate!”
It’s steaming and so damn cheesy, with bursts of salty flavour coming through from the pancetta. We eat in silence, because something this delicious deserves my full attention.
Chlo’s lost her deer in headlights look by this point. She even laughs when I make an appreciative fuck-this-is-good-food sound.
“What do you fancy for dessert?” she asks, and then flushes in that delicious way when I look at her pointedly. “Not chocolate?”
“I mean, they’re not mutually exclusive…” If I didn’t know any better, I’d have said that Chlo was on the verge of giggling. “No, no, you’re right. Covering me in chocolate and then licking it off me would be a terrible terrible thing.”
She blinks rapidly, and the how-the-hell-do-I-process-that look descends. I’m rather fond of that look. My immaculately presented masc thrown completely off kilter by sweet, little old me.
“Covering you in chocolate would be fun, but–” Her voice cuts off and I’m instantly intrigued.
“Go on.”
“We haven’t really done any kind of negotiations.”
She’s right, of course, and I should know better. “Cut the mood lighting, and we can go sit down and talk negotiations.”
“Shit, did I break it?”
“What?” I swear, there are a myriad of ways in which Chlo’s brain immediately jumps to panic. It’s strange to watch, because I’m usually the one freaking out. “Break what?”
“The sexy flirty vibes…”
“My dear nix, if you think I’m incapable of being both flirty and sexy during a negotiation, then I’ve seriously let myself down. I thought I had more game than that.”
This time she does giggle, a low sound that would be a chuckle, if not for the inflection. “You know that you’ve got game, Vi.”
It’s true, I do know that, but I also know that I need to tone it down whilst we negotiate.
Her sofa is smaller than mine, so we’re sat a little closer together when we move there. The light is as unflattering as it can get, and that’s kind of perfect. I don’t want her going all melty over me right now. I need her to focus.
“So Chlo, tell me what it is that you like.”
She sends me a pleading look, but I shake my head sternly even as a part of me wants to shout for joy. Whatever our friendship is outside of the bedroom, this dynamic promises to be just delightful.
“Okay, well, I’m usually a top, but not really a toppy top.”
“A toppy top?” I’m teasing her gently, to help her relax.
It works; she rolls her eyes at me and shifts until she’s more comfortable on the couch. “I’m a service top. I like to wear a strap, give all the pleasure, do rigging play as well. But I don’t want to be in charge.”
“Well that suits me just fine.”
“It does?” She sounds surprised, as if she’s had a lifetime of people telling her that she’s doing subbing wrong.
“I mean, oh no! How will I cope with you showering me with time and attention and pleasure? That sounds horrendous .”
Her laugh then is so loud that it surprises us both. “And rope? You’d be okay with rope play?”
“Chlo, I’d be more than just ‘okay’ with rope play.” I meet her eyes, and their dark green feels so lush and full of promise. “Why don’t we do an opt in for tonight?”
She nods.
“Rope play?”
“Yes.”
“Kissing?”
“Yes.”
“Caressing?”
“Yes.”
“Cunnilingus?”
“ Yes .” That comes out as a moan, which is nice to note.
“Giving or receiving?”
“Yes.”
Now it’s my turn to laugh. “And penetration?”
“I have a strap that I think you might like?”
Oh the precious thing. “That sounds pretty much perfect. Orgasms?”
“Given and received please.”
“Of course, and anything else you’d like to ask for, for tonight?”
“I liked it when you bit me.” Chlo’s voice is so quiet, so shy, that I have to lean forward to hear her. “And I’d quite like it if you used your nails on my back.”
I glance down at my very short nails. “They’re cut back because, well, you know. I’d have to dig them in.”
“Fuck, yes please.”
“And after?”
“Hold me, until we fall asleep.”