Chapter 7
Mostly Confident Dom
Gently rolling to my side so he was pinned between my body and the wall, I waited to see if he had a negative reaction.
Nope.
He blinked curiously at me and studied our positions for a moment. “You’re double-checking if being mildly trapped would make me react negatively.”
It wasn’t really a question, but I nodded. “Yes, and I’m going to enjoy having you under me, so this was a good way to give me a taste of that feeling.”
Without possibly startling the hell out of him.
“That was a good idea.” His thoughtful frown made it clear he was cataloging how he felt but my favorite part was when he did a little wiggle against me. “This is nice. I think knowing you like it makes it even better.”
“I do.” We didn’t process sensations and emotions the same way, but I did my best to make sure he could hear the desire in my voice. “It touches on several kinks and preferences for me.”
“Physical control and our size difference, probably.” He perked up when I nodded, clearly getting a rush from being right. “Thank you for letting me know you’re enjoying this too. That makes it much more pleasant overall.”
Because he needed to know he was desired before he could really enjoy what we were doing?
Confidence was clearly a big part of it but maybe just knowing he was doing the right thing?
“You’re welcome and I’m glad we both enjoyed you being stretched out over me so you could play with my chest.” He’d liked that more than I thought he realized. “We can incorporate that in a variety of ways.”
Blinking, he brought one hand up between us and ran his fingers over my pecs. “What else can we do?”
Interesting.
“Well, one variation would be to have your arms restrained while you were kneeling between my legs and you’d only be able to use your mouth on me.
We could even cage your cock to make you feel completely helpless for me.
” Just imagining that made my dick try to jump out of my pants, but my boy’s utter logic to it had me fighting back a smile.
He’d crossed his arms over his chest. “That’s hard to picture.”
“Then let’s give you some firsthand information to work with.” Kissing his head again, since it always got me a cute exhale that he didn’t seem to realize he was doing either, I pressed up on all fours and braced myself over him. “How does this feel?”
His muscles clenched and a small shiver raced through him. “I’m fairly certain it should feel overwhelming, but I think it’s making my brain slower. That seems to be the desired response in BDSM, though.”
So it made him feel submissive and inching closer to subspace.
Perfect.
“That’s a very good explanation, thank you.” Slowly pressing higher, I sat up and leaned back on my legs so he was still trapped but I was mostly braced over his cock and thighs. “What can you tell me about this position?”
Blinking a few times, he actually licked his lips. “You look very large in this position and it increases the helpless feeling but possibly in a different way.”
“That’s good information too.” Moving to the side, I climbed off the bed and headed over to the cabinet. “I appreciate how thoughtful you are about explaining how you’re feeling. It gives me a lot more confidence in how I help you explore restraints.”
And we had lots of options.
“I’m going to bring a few things over to the bed.
If you know there’s something right off the bat you do not want me to use, all you have to do is safeword or explain it logically.
” Eventually I might shift things up to push him a bit, but this first scene was just to give him information and confidence.
“There are a lot of things I’d enjoy using on you, so if there are some you don’t like that will be fine. ”
“What kind of things are you most drawn to?” The rustling sound he made had me peeking over to see that he’d sat up and was now watching me curiously.
“With you, I’m looking at restraints like ropes and some bands of silky fabric I think you’d enjoy on your skin.
We’ve also got cages and cock rings that I think you’d like to test out if you’re comfortable getting naked with me.
” His utterly logical responses made me think he’d be fine with that, but I wasn’t going to take that for granted.
“And based on our conversation about pain, I was looking at a flogger that would feel soft and firm against your body.”
Nothing seemed to worry him, so I picked up a few options and brought them back over to the bed. He was still looking thoughtful as I spread out the different restraints, so I picked up the flogger and held my hand out. “This might be the one you’re most unfamiliar with, so watch me.”
Giving it a firm swing, I let the strands land on my forearm before shifting and letting it strike my chest. He could technically see the barely pink marks it left on my skin, but he didn’t seem concerned as his hand reached up and he stroked my chest. “You didn’t flinch.”
“Pain doesn’t arouse me or put me into any kind of deep relaxation, but in this case, it was more of an annoyance than something that I’d react to.
I banged my elbow at work the other day and hit my funny bone.
That was not funny and the vibrations it sent through me had me trying not to curse. That actually hurt.”
It had not been a good sensation.
My boy winced and then seemed to try not to smile. “That’s never pleasant.”
“You can laugh.” Shaking my head, I pouted dramatically. “I jerked and bounced back like I’d been zapped by electricity.”
He still thought he shouldn’t laugh, but he sat up on his knees and kissed my cheek. “I’m sorry you got hurt.”
“Thank you.” Giving him a cheek kiss in return, I held up the flogger. “Would you like to touch the strands?”
Head cocking, he reached out and wrapped his fingers around it. “I found a site that explained the different implements I might see used at the club, but I wasn’t sure why these would be soft.”
I smiled as he gave the strands a tug and frowned at them like they were being deliberately confusing. “They come in different styles, but it’s more of the big deep hug end of the pain spectrum, not the smack your funny bone kind of painful situations.”
“Oh.” His expression shifted from suspicious to curious. “I like hugs.”
He was curious about the most interesting things.
“Then why don’t we try a few swings first to see what you think and if you’d like to explore it more, I’ll restrain you and show you what the two things are like together.” I’d never approached a scene like this but being able to explain things step by step was more relaxing than I’d ever imagined.
“What about the cock ring?” He looked down at the bed and his thinking look came back. “I should probably be fully restrained so I’m getting the full picture.”
He really wanted to try having his dick locked up.
“I would like that.” I really would. “The things to consider first are going to be checking in with how you’re still feeling about nudity and where I can touch.
I’m also going to be slightly overprotective and remind you that a lot of people don’t like being restrained for a variety of reasons, so we’re not going to worry if you change your mind on this activity. ”
He barely held back rolling his eyes and I was pretty sure the strain bordered on painful. “Thank you for checking in with me and making sure I remember that any information I learn is helpful.”
Brat.
“You’re welcome.” Keeping a straight face was just as painful for me. “And thank you for keeping all that sass in check.”
He deflated like a popped balloon and slumped back on the bed. “It’s so hard to control. I’m trying to be polite because I don’t like the idea of being naughty, but it’s exhausting.”
No laughing.
No laughing.
No laughing.
“Submission is not for the faint of heart and I’m proud of you for how hard you’re working at it.” Polite was not his natural state. Directness and telling people they were ridiculous was. “I think I understand a little bit about how hard you’re working for me.”
Oh, that face of his.
It lit up when he felt seen and understood, and all his drama and confusion was swept away for a few seconds. “People don’t ever appreciate that.”
“I bet you’re exhausted by the end of the day.” Leaning over, I kissed his head. “If we continue to spend more time together, we could do specific meetups on days where it was very hard and you need your Dom to take control.”
And his brain was fully engaged again.
“Some submissives have their Doms make a variety of decisions based on their specific situations and what they find taxing.” It was clear he liked that idea, so I nodded and ran my hand over his head.
As he leaned into my touch, he gave me another peek into his sexy brain.
“Examples I found were things like picking out meals, but I think help with my frustration levels would be more practical.”
Interesting.
“I think that’s very reasonable.” And I could already see several ways I could help depending on what parts of our current scene that he liked. “We just need to find the best options to help you relax.”
Nodding, he let out a deep breath. “It might take time to figure that out but we’re both very smart.”
That was strong praise from my boy, so I kissed his head and smiled. “I agree.”
His tiny happy dance wiggle on the bed had me trying not to laugh. “What are we going to do now?”
Not frustrate him.
The goal should’ve been simple but it wasn’t and we both knew it.
My boy was just currently distracted by the idea of floggers and cock cages, so I’d keep that part in mind.
Reminding myself that he didn’t seem to have any issues with being naked, I did my best to sound confident since he seemed to thoroughly like that part of having a Dom. “I’m going to take your clothes off and start exploring how being restrained feels to you.”
He smiled.