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‘Funny, that,’ Dan says, amused. ‘And now?’
‘I’m a little old for games.’
‘Really? I thought you played rather well.’ He strokes a finger across my cheek, no doubt following the red blaze. ‘Have you pursued it in other ways?’
My head comes up quickly as I send him a look that I hope says,what is this we’re doing here?
‘You just jumped in the deep end?’
‘I might’ve joined some websites. Sort of.’
‘Yousort ofjoined some websites?’
‘Okay, I joined some sort of websites,’ I repeat, giggling. ‘God, I can’t believe you’ve needled that out of me.’
‘I’m not much into needle play,’ Dan sates plainly, not giving me time to ask as he speaks again. ‘These websites? I take it they’re the kind where people don’t list their places of work?’ I shake my head. ‘Post photographsof their lunch? Their pets?’
‘Well, they post pictures... just not of what they had for dinner.’ My shiver is tinged with revulsion as I recall some of the things that I can’t now unsee. ‘And some do include pets.’ Mask-wearing folk in cages, eating from bowls at their Master’s feet fills my mind. Women and men on all fours, of ponytails sprouting from butts, presumably plugged.
‘I can imagine.’
‘I just bet you can.’
‘But you found no satisfaction in the internet?’
I shake my head again. ‘You know the termkeyboard warriors?’ He nods. ‘Well, I attracted a lot of keyboard Doms. Lots of instruction of how to get down on my knees and worship.’
He chuckles crookedly, his hand stroking the hair from my shoulders, tender touches against my back. ‘And that didn’t do it for you?’
‘Funnily enough, badly spelled demands are kind of a hard limit for me.’
‘You’ve even got the lexicon,’ he teases.
‘It’s all book knowledge. Haven’t had much practical.’
‘So you read dirty books, too?’
‘Very funny,’ I deadpan. ‘My God, how have you gotten me to spill this stuff?’
‘Good sex wipes out everyone’s bullshitting skills.’
‘Your turn,’ I say. ‘You’re into this stuff?’ His answer is the incline of one brow. ‘Do you play and stuff?’
‘You know I like games,’ he purrs. ‘But we’re talking about you.’
‘And it’s making you hard,’ I note with a sly glance.
‘That’s all you. Now, books you say. But what else?’
‘That’s pretty much it. What you have on your hands here, friend, is a brand spanking newb.’
Ignoring my spanking reference, he almost purrs, ‘Experience can be very overrated. Facta non verba.’
‘Show off. Deeds, not words. Yeah, we learn Latin in America, too.’ I can’t help but smile down at him. He’s like a peacock displaying his plumage. It’s easier to joke. To ignore the bad memories these feelings might invoke. ‘And I’d have settled for proper sentences.’
‘Erotica, porn, and kinky social sites. Anything else to confess?’
Blinking heavily, I bite my tongue against the urge to answeryou. ‘Nothing,’ I say instead. What else was there?Reparative therapy and forced Christian camps.
