Page 43 of Mountain Pine
Conner
This raw heart-to-heart shit is hard for me. I’m not good at confessing my feelings. I’m better at showing them.
So, I cup Taylor’s cheeks and lightly kiss her pretty mouth. Again, and again, and one more time for good measure.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I promise quietly, then tuck her hair behind her ears. She’s so beautiful and the freckles on her nose make me melt. There are thirty-three of them. Yes, I’ve counted them. Dozens of times. And since we’re laying it all out there it seems, guess we should talk about another important thing. “What are you into?”
“Huh?”
“Do you have any… kinks?”
Some might argue I’m moving too fast, but I’d tell them to mind their own business. This is probably the only part of Taylor I truly don’t know about, and I have no intention of slowing down with her. I’ve gone slow my entire life with her, damnit. Now that I’m officially off my chain, I want everything I can get. But I want to be safe and respectful about it.
Her cheeks turn bright red and mine probably have too. It’s getting hot in here.
“Umm.” Taylor takes a step back. “Yes. I think.”
“You think?” That might be a problem. “You don’t know?”
“I haven’t really...” She buries her head in her hands. “Oh god, this is embarrassing.”
“Nothing about your kinks are embarrassing, Taylor.”
Her arms fall to her sides and her mouth drops a little like she’s in awe or something. “How do you always do that?”
“Do what?”
“Make me feel normal. Comfortable.” She blows out a breath. “Safe. You make me feel so safe, Conner.”
“Because that’s what a good man does.” It’s not her fault she hasn’t experienced a good man. It’s mine. I’ve dragged my feet long enough about it too. “Would you feel better if I told you some of mine first?”
Her eyes widen a little and she swallows hard. Then she nods.
Again, since I’m not good at using words to express myself all the time, I show her with action and drop down on my knees. Just like I did in the shower before she ran out of there like a scared mouse.
“You’re submissive?” she asks in a quiet tone.
“More like a power bottom.” Her expression makes me think she has no idea what that is. “I like being told what to do. I like pleasing. Making you happy makes me happy, Taylor. But I’m in control, even when I’m doing your bidding.”
She swallows hard and a little squeak escapes her mouth. “This could get dangerous.”
“How so?” I remain on my knees and look up ather with a casual, eager glare. Being submissive puts me in a different power position. Does she not realize that?
“What if I take advantage of you?”
“You won’t.”
“If you’re telling me you’ll happily do my bidding, Conner, then this dynamic might turn me into a monster.”
I smile and shrug. “As long as you’re a happy monster, I’m down.”
Taylor crosses her arms over her chest. I stay on my knees and stare up at her, waiting for her to test me.
“I can tell you to do anything, and you’ll do it?”
“No. But I might.”
“Brat.”
