for what’s possible.”
“I thought the ropes were gorgeous,” she admitted.
“So did I.” I cut her a look. “And I want to learn how to do that to you. To put art on you.”
“Okay.”
Just like that. I grinned. “It could take us time to get that good.”
“Kind of like singing, right?” Was that a note of teasing? “I trust you with that, I think I can trust you with this.”
And if that wasn’t a punch in the feels, I didn’t know what was. My heart fisted so tight, I almost forgot how to breathe.
It took a good fifteen minutes to go through them. Anal, blindfolds, biting, breast bondage, and soft bondage were all yeses. Ropes and silk ties were a definite yes. Chains and leather cuffs, she was a little iffy about. Though, she had liked my belt.
Good to know.
No branding or abrasions. Caning was right out. Breath play worried me, but she said she’d trust me with it. So for now, that was a no. She didn’t care if I chose her clothing, depending on what we were doing. Like if it was for our date or our play, not necessarily everything else.
That was another thing, this was play reserved for us and privacy. I was definitely comfortable with that. I would never put her on the spot in public. Though…she didn’t mind if I wanted to keep a swats counter. The fact that she’d grinned when she said that also told me that impact play was on the table.
Again, we would be careful. Period. Spanking her was one thing. I’d seen enough bruises on her to last me a lifetime.
Anything that sounded like actual torture or a medical exam was just an instant no. Exhibitionism—not shockingly, Frankie had no problem with it in front of the other guys. The surprise and hint of wonder in her voice made me grin. “So if I told you I wanted you to sit naked with us one night while we played video games, you’d be okay with it?”
“I don’t think you guys would get much playing done,” she pointed out, but the corner of her mouth curved higher. “But I’m totally game to try it.”
Laughter swelled up through me. We were almost home, but there were still more things on the list. The sheer volume of things other people found sexually stimulating astounded and intrigued me. Fisting was right out for both of us. Fire play sounded cool, but that would take me time to learn and to build confidence and skill before I brought anything like it near her skin.
The same with wax and electric. We might be in classes for years, and wasn’t that a heady thought? Orders and control, already established. Face slapping was a firm hell no. Flogging had her biting her lip. Guess I’d need to study up on that.
I’d seen some really soft leather ones that might feel good.
Humiliation, hell no. Forced anything, no. Orgasm denial, well sure, massages—getting or giving—both yes. Nipple clamps, Frankie frowned. Maybe. But we might have to work up to that. That definitely went into the later folder.
The question of kneeling made me smile, and she grinned. Over the knee spanking? Privately, she didn’t have an objection, but she didn’t want to just be punished.
“I’m not into just causing you pain,” I told her. “Ever. If it hurts and doesn’t feel good, then it’s a hard and fast no. Period.”
Roleplay? “I’m not ready for that,” she told me. “Maybe after we figure out what works for Frankie and Sir Ian.”
“Sir Ian?” That gave me a little jolt.
I didn’t miss her secretive little smile over it either.
Suspension intrigued us both, but that was going to have to wait until we mastered ropes.
We had barely finished the list when I pulled into the apartments. The rain had turned to full on sleet, and I’d had to crawl us home the last few miles. But the conversation kept us fully engaged.
“Can you imagine if we had to do all of these as part of our psych inventories? Erin’s had me do a few of these question and answer things.”
I didn’t say a word as I put the car into park. She didn’t bring up her psychologist or her sessions. We didn’t ask. They were for her, period. If she wanted to tell us, then we’d listen. This was a hard and fast rule between the four of us. Especially when some sessions left her so drained and ragged, I wanted to kill something, and