“You’re cute when you’re excited.”
That only made Genevieve’s smile grow bigger. “I want to train you to dominate me. I promise it’ll fit your personality.”
Definitely not a combination of words I expected to hear tonight. “Dominate” wasn’t quite the same as topping or taking the reins of a relationship. Or so Aya understood the definition of a foreign word. It makes me think of those books and movies. She only had a passing understanding of such things, as she had expressed to Genevieve the last time they hooked up, but Aya also knew this was who Genevieve was. She didn’t wear that plain collar as a mere fashion accessory. She was excited by the lifestyle… whatever that entailed.
“I’ve never done something like that,” Aya admitted. “I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”
“That’s why I’ll train you. I was a Domme for years before switching. There are so many styles and ways of expressing yourself, and…” She suddenly stopped talking, a crestfallen look confiscating her excitement. “This is too much at once. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up like there’s something wrong with you.”
“I didn’t take it that way. Nor am I saying I’m not into the idea.”
“I’m not even thinking about ‘whips and chains’ or stuff like that. It’s never been my style, anyway. I like… well, if you haven’t noticed, I like being spoiled in the relationship for once, and maybe put in my place.”
You could use some of that, yes. Genevieve wasn’t insufferable for a wealthy heiress who played around with clubs and bars to keep herself busy, but she still had that spoiled streak in her. She couldn’t help it. She had been born wealthy enough to own a hilltop estate in Singapore called Orchid Grove, for fuck’s sake.
“You like thrills, Genny.”
It wasn’t the first time Aya called her by that name, but it was the first time Genevieve responded with physical ardor. Before Aya could be inundated with heavy kisses, however, she heard, “You have no idea.”
Aya supposed there were thrills in the world that privileged women like Genevieve had yet to experience. Yet when someone could buy the finest food, visit the most exotic locations, and visit the headiest sex clubs all in one week… well, there had to be something left, right? Aya had been in the peripheral of such a world for so long she knew enough.
“How about we start right now?” Aya pushed Genevieve back against the bed and immediately climbed on top of her. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
“Ah…”
“Sexual things only,” Aya growled against the white of Genevieve’s throat.
A gasp eased the moment. “The things I want, we don’t have the tools for right now.”
“Then tell me this fantasy you’re clearly harboring…” Aya pulled her girlfriend’s legs open and dug her fingers into the brunt of Genevieve’s thigh. “The more I like the sound of it, the harder you’ll get to come again.”
The giggles ripping between them were less excited-young-fool and more calculating woman who had Aya right where she wanted her.
“I think we’ve got an exciting future ahead of us, Ms. Aya.”
As it turned out, Aya liked the sound of that.