“I’m not really.”
“You are. You know what you want and you’re willing to do something about it even though it scares you. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to explore your needs or having them in the first place.”
“There isn’t?”
“No. Being submissive doesn’t mean you’re not equal. It’s about what you want to give. What makes you happy. And if you have that choice, if it’s your decision because it’s what you want then how does that make it wrong?”
She guessed that made sense.
“And before you start thinking that all the feminists in the world are going to stand up and shake their fingers at you, remember it’s not just women who are submissive or men who are Doms.”
Yeah, she guessed that was true.
“If it brings you pleasure, and it’s definitely going to please me, what we choose to do is nobody’s fucking business, understood?” The dark note in his voice surprised her. He almost sounded angry, yet she knew he wasn’t mad at her. What had happened to him? Had he been judged for his choices? Wanting to soothe the hurt she could sense, she smiled at him
“You’re right, Sir. If it’s what we both want and it doesn’t harm anyone else, it’s not wrong.”
He placed the vibrator next to the pool edge then pulled the float beneath
her so it supported her head and back.
“This is to make you feel more secure. You know that you can stand at any time, and I’m not going to let any harm come to you.”
“I know.”
“Damn, pet, you’re beautiful. A man could get lost in your eyes.”
“Good thing you’re not just a mere man,” she teased.
He leaned down and kissed her lightly. She let go of the hand rail to wrap her hands around his neck.
He drew back. “Uh-uh. For now, you keep your hands on the rail. It will make you feel safer and keep them out of my way.”
“I don’t get to touch you?”
“Not tonight. Tonight is all about building trust in your Dom. In knowing he holds your fate in his hands and that he can bring you great amount of pleasure . . . or pain.”
Well, fuck.
She removed her hands, grasping the rail once more. He grabbed the vibrator and placed it on her stomach. “Don’t let that roll off. I’d hate to have to spank you.”
Uh-huh, like she believed that. But she managed to remain still enough to keep it in place as he moved so he stood between her legs, spreading them wide. Then he crouched so he was kneeling, the water now chest level. He grabbed hold of her ankles, pushing her feet up to rest on the edge of the float, at her ass.
“Joel!” she cried out.
“Sh, you can do this. You trust me. And this is all about your pleasure. Don’t you want to ease that ache inside you?”
She did. More than anything.
“How do you feel about anal play?”
Anal play? Jesus Christ.
“I-I don’t know, Sir. I’ve never thought about it much.”
“No old boyfriends ever played with you there?” He sounded surprised, as though that was unusual. That wasn’t unusual, was it?
Damned if she knew.