“My house is two blocks from here,” he says. “I don’t mean to be presumptuous, but would you like to come over?”
Somehow, I believe him. I don’t think he’s being presumptuous. I don’t think he’s going to be upset if I say no thank you, or if I decline him altogether. He’s not that type of man, and I don’t just think that because he’s in the lifestyle.
Some Doms don’t really care about consent. It’s a sad reality that not everyone gives the world of BDSM a good name. Aaron isn’t like that, though. I don’t want to say he’s not like all the other boys, but, well, he’s not.
“Yeah,” I tell him. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
“You could fall madly in love with me and let me spank your sweet little bottom,” he says, smirking, and heat covers my entire body instantly.
Oh shit.
I’m in so much damn trouble right now.
Instantly, I’m wet, aching, and needing. I shouldn’t be feeling this way right now: especially not with someone like him. I shouldn’t be feeling aroused for someone I have a history with: a past, but Aaron...
Well, it’s Aaron.
“I’m not going to fall in love with you,” I tell him.
“We’ll see,” he says confidently. “I can be quite charming.” Then, whether it’s a joke or not, I can’t tell, but he offers me his arm and I take it happily. We walk to his home. As promised, it’s two blocks away and it’s a cute little brick home. It’s two stories high with lots of windows and a beautiful wrap-around porch.
“I like it,” I say.
“I got lucky. It had just been put on the market when I started looking. I was the first one to get an offer in. Otherwise, I’d be stuck living in an apartment, I’m sure.”
“Lucky or not, it’s a lovely place,” I tell him.
“Come on in.”
Aaron and I walk up the porch steps and he unlocks the door. We go inside and he’s instantly attacked by a ball of black fur.
“What the hell?” I ask, jumping back.
“Don’t worry,” he says, hugging the fur ball. “It’s only Jiji.”
“Jiji?” I ask, looking over.
“My cat,” he holds up perhaps the world’s cutest, tiniest little black kitten that I’ve ever seen. It meows loudly at me, and Aaron hands the kitty over to me. Instantly, I take the cat.
“Hi Jiji,” I say, petting the little one’s soft fur. “What an unusual name.”
“I named him after the cat in my favorite anime,” Aaron tells me.
“Kiki’s Delivery Service. You don’t have to explain it. It’s a cute name, and I’ve seen that movie so many times,” I admit, blushing. I always secretly wanted to be a witch. It was something I daydreamed about so many times, but somehow, it never actually happened. I never actually got to become a witch, which is rather unfortunate because I think I’d be great at it.
“I didn’t know you liked anime.”
“Yeah, I’m kind of a nerd,” I shrug, looking up. “What can I say?”
Jiji starts purring and I pull the little guy closer to me. He’s a sweet kitten, to be sure. I find myself wondering if I should get a cat. Would I be a good cat owner? Would I like having a pet to play with and love?
“I guess there are a lot of things I don’t know about you,” he says carefully.
“Like what?”
“That you’re into the kink life, for starters,” he says, laughing. He reaches for my Chipotle. “Here, I’ll put this in the fridge.” I release my burrito bowl, and he takes it away. I carry Jiji with me, following Aaron deeper into his house.
Why do I feel like I’m getting involved in something I shouldn’t be?