Page 20 of Finding His Happiness
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 thevibrations it sent through me had me trying not to curse. That actually hurt.”
It had not been a good sensation.
