“You don’t get shit from me,” I reminded her, stung.
“No, and I didn’t wanna get it another way,” she replied gently, easing the sting.
“You can tell me anything,” I whispered.
“Well, now I know that since you shared with me.”
We both fell silent.
Vivica broke it.
“So, obviously, if he’s a thirty, you like it too.”
“Yeah,” I said softly.
“And you jack up, he’ll punish you?”
“Yeah.”
“He’s shared that with you?”
“Unh-hunh.”
“And you know his limits? He’s been open with you? What you can do, what you can’t? What he can do, where he won’t go with you?”
“Yeah. I mean, he’s given me boundaries which I may or may not explore but they are far from vague. And he’s also been somewhat comprehensively forthcoming about what he’s not into. It’s not about wax or clamps or any of that. It’s about control.”
“Covered his bases,” she muttered.
Seemed like it.
“Good,” she whispered.
“Yeah,” I repeated.
“Advice, babe, jack up.”
I blinked again.
Then I breathed, “What?”
“No joke. I know it sounds scary crazy but it isn’t. It’s scary, crazy, hot.”
My legs started trembling.
“Really?” I whispered.
“Oh yeah. Hell yeah. I know he’s yours, babe, but just the thought of Knight Sebring taking a crop to me, hun… nee. I’m thinking of stopping my gig of trying to talk in code to every guy in Denver to see if they’re a Dom and just putting a personal ad in so I can get my ass slapped.”
I burst out laughing.
“I’m not kidding,” she said into my laughter.
“Right, okay,” I said, still giggling.
“Listen to me,” she said, deadly serious and my giggles faded. “Straight up, what you’ve already done, is he cool with you? You like it?”
“Yes,” I whispered.