Chapter 22
LUC
Ipressed the door code and listened for the telltale beep as it unlocked. My doorbell camera had sent a video of Kylie’s arrival just about an hour ago.
As I stepped through the door, I heard music playing and found Kylie sitting at my kitchen counter. She held a pen in her hand and studied a packet of papers.
The music was loud enough to mask the door opening, and she only noticed me when Liam darted across the kitchen to greet me.
“Hey,” she said, fidgeting with her phone to turn down the volume.
I approached her at the counter, reading over her shoulder. She had filled out at least half of the questionnaire.
“Ooh, don’t let me interrupt,” I said.
I pulled her in for a quick hug and kissed the top of her head. Liam wrapped himself around my legs, meowing loudly and demanding attention.
“Don’t believe him,” she said. “I fed him. He’s not starving.”
“How did you find the food?”
Kylie deadpanned, “He showed me. Do you not know your cat?”
I bent down and picked him up, and he bunted against my face. His purr vibrated through the room.
“How is the survey coming along?”
“It’s coming. I had to look some terms up here and there.”
“Can I read what you’ve completed?”
She nodded and handed me a small stack of paper.
General Questions:
Birth Control - None
Preferred protection - Condoms
STD Testing
date - 3/9/25
results - clean
Intercourse options
Oral - Yes
Vaginal - Yes
Anal - Maybe
Maybe?
“Kylie, have you ever had anal sex?”
She shook her head; a slight flush appeared on her cheeks.
“What does a maybe mean to you?” I asked.
Her eyes darted away from mine before she responded. “It means that I would like to try it, but I’m not sure if I’ll like it.”
Important clarification. The last thing I wanted was to assume and push her into trying something because she thought I wanted it.
“Ok. If anything on this list changes, at any time, we reserve the right to remove it from consideration.”
“Is that something you like? Anal sex?” she asked, as her eyes nervously darted away from mine and back to the papers in front of her.
“Eyes on me, I need to see your reaction when we talk about this. Okay?”
Her eyes lifted on command, she nodded.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. And yes, I do enjoy anal, but it’s not something I would do without preparation. So by answering yes, we won’t immediately do everything on the list. We may never get to everything. When we play, I like to leave an element of surprise so you never know what is coming next.”
She nodded and returned to her list, and I continued reading my pages.
Pain - Eek. Generally, it scares me, but not all the things on the list are at the same level.
Spanking - maybe
Paddle - with what? Like a pickleball racket? Maybe? idk.
Belt whipping - No. Basically, no to anything that might leave welts or break the skin.
Whips - Will they break the skin? If not, maybe.
I laughed at the image of us playing pickleball in the morning before we headed home for a play session with the paddles.
“Why are you laughing?”
“I’ve never once thought that pickleball rackets were multi-purpose. Sorry, I wasn’t laughing at you.”
I kept reading and realized that Kylie’s initial hard limit on pain wasn’t as firm a line as I had thought. We would never be playing with tasers, but to be honest, I am more of a pleasure dom than pain dom.
I skimmed the section on bondage, confirming what we had already discussed. Kylie’s submissiveness blossomed when she lost all sense of control. My dick twitched just thinking about using the ropes in my collection.
“Luc?”
“Yes?”
“What would happen if I used my safe word while I was bound and gagged? How quickly could you get me freed?”
“I would immediately remove the gag. I could have your hands freed in less than a minute.”
I appreciated her question. It let me know that she was carefully considering everything in the survey and not blindly responding with what she thought I wanted to hear.
“How do you know that?”
“I practice my knots often, with extra attention to releasing the knots.”
Kylie blanched, burying her face back into the papers.
“Where’d you go, Ky? What’s wrong?”
“Do you practice with a lot of different partners?”
“No. I haven’t had many submissive partners, only one since I split with Sky. I practice the knots while I’m watching baseball replays. And I mentored with another dominant. Any knot I try on you would be one that I’ve tied and released countless times.”
“And Sky was submissive?”
“She was a switch, but with me, she played the submissive role. I don’t switch.”
“I’m not sure why I asked that. I don’t want to know the details of your sex life with your ex-wife. It will only lead me to obsess over her.”
I cupped her chin in my hand and turned her face until she met my gaze. “I’m an open book. If you ask me, I’ll answer. Not because I want you to compare yourself with Sky, but because I don’t think there is any shame with sex between consenting adults.”
Kylie placed her pen down and slid the rest of the pages across the counter towards me.
“I’m done.”
“As much as I want to read the rest of this tonight, I would rather spend the night with you. This was our last homestand until the All-Star break, and I won’t be home much until then.”
“Are you going to Houston?”
“Yes. I’m mainly going to spend time with my brother. But between now and the end of the break, I will only be sleeping here one other night.”
“Does the travel ever get to you?”
“I love the game more than I dislike the disruption the traveling creates.”
“And you love it more than you loved Sky?”
Shit.
“There were things inherently wrong with my marriage that would not have been repaired by me changing my career. Even if I had given up baseball, we would have ended up in the same place. It might have delayed the inevitable, but that’s all it would have been.”
“I’m sorry if I’m being invasive. I have little experience with relationships, but Lily and I have a theory that men fall once, and if it doesn’t work out, they won’t give another woman the chance again. And, well, my theory is that’s why you won’t let go for anything permanent.”
I stared at Kylie; her assumptions might be correct for other men. But there were far too many factors that led to my split from Sky. I didn’t want to go into my reasons for not wanting to marry again. The more reasons I gave Kylie, the more risk there would be of her trying to change my mind.