“Not too much!” he blurted out. He lifted his head and faced me. “I appreciate everything you’re doing right now, and I’m with you—one hundred percent. I’m on the same page, but don’t discuss a rapeplay scene with me beforehand. Don’t tell me you’re going to chase me down in the woods. Don’t ever warn me that you’re about to push a limit or shit’s about to get extra heavy. After six years together, that’s one thing we’ve really nailed, and my limits for impact and primal play haven’t changed. I want that rough, terrifying, and without warning.”
He said all the right things. I lifted my head and kissed him hard, feeling a rush of that darkness from before surging through me. “You’re right,” I whispered. “We won’t water down the primal play with warnings.” I rested my head on the rug again and touched his cheek. “It’ll still be more structured, though. I’m not saying it’s always going to be this way, but we’re not magically cured of everything we did wrong. So right now, I will tell you this. Heavier play is reserved for the house. We’ll save that for when we’re in Mclean, because we need time to get used to more solid routines.”
It was within our boundaries we would find all the security we needed.
Tate agreed with me and returned to using my chest as his pillow.
“Are you ready to hear my number three from the list of shit you rambled about before I filled your ass?”
He snickered, and the youthful sound was fucking music to my ears. Except, it was replaced by a sigh, and the little punk pinched my nipple. “I’m guessing it’s about Franklin. That fucking dick.”
“No, he’s number four,” I answered mildly. “Number three is cuckolding and other partners.”
“Oh. Well, then. Let’s discuss a fetish I’ve never been interested in before, and us screwing around.”
I rolled my eyes and chuckled. “There will be no screwing around, you shit.” Hell, we hadn’t done that before either. “It’s time for us to listen to what we actually need. And what we don’t need are orgies or random play partners. We need stability and security there too.” I wasn’t going to rule anything out for the future, but that was a matter for way down the road. “At this point, I’m limiting outside partners to guys we know. Guys we’re comfortable with. I even wanna go so far as to decide, guys who are committed to their own partners.”
That had Tate’s attention again, and he sat up.
I eyed the rug he was sitting on, a little blue thing we’d bought in Mexico. “Don’t get come on that rug.”
“I’m clenching.” He waved me off. “I actually like that part. I have no idea who it might be, but yeah, guys we’re comfortable with who’re already committed.”
I had a feeling he didn’t know who it might be because he hadn’t considered it before. Our community was full of interesting characters, some whose kinks lined up perfectly with ours. But so far, we’d found nearly all our temporary partners in other communities because we’d wanted “distance.”
Personally, I wouldn’t mind talking to River and Reese sometime in the future. I knew they had a semi-open relationship with their boy, and I could definitely picture Tate and Shay together. The thought didn’t cause an ounce of worry.
The five of us…engaging in primal play?
“I suppose it could be fun to maybe play with Noa,” Tate admitted with a hint of a smirk.
That was a surprise to me. “They’re open?”
Noa was a recent addition to our community. A reckless little beast who’d stormed in without fears, along with his boyfriend, Cam, who we knew well and liked very much. Both boys were submissive, and they’d completed their dynamic with Lucian Leroux, a strict Dom, and KC, a Daddy Dom with a wild streak. KC also happened to be Noa’s mother’s ex-husband, so I could imagine some drama had gone down while I’d been busy missing Tate.
“Noa and KC have a somewhat open relationship for playtime,” Tate replied. “As Noa explained it, in the heat of the moment, they’re horny for everyone.”
I chuckled.
“Cam and Lucian are more monogamous,” he went on, “but it’s their own definition. I mean, they’re open with KC and Noa. If I understand things correctly, they’re all planning to live together.”
Talk about an interesting dynamic.
“Maybe I’ll have a chat with KC eventually,” I murmured. I’d say he was the one I stood closest to among the Tops in our community. KC and Greer. Then Ivy among the subs—I adored that girl.
Tate leaned over me and kissed my nose. “You’re nuts if you think I wanna get into cuckolding with those two, though. I still don’t see how that fetish has anything to do with us.”
No, it wasn’t anything we’d explore with…well, anyone except one person.