squeezed her as he nuzzled closer, getting more
comfortable as drowsiness began to settle over them both. She knew he would
awake her in only a few hours, when the calling reared its head again
and demanded he make another deposit in her infertile-for-now womb, but for the
moment, she was still awake enough to broach one more topic.
"Are you going to talk to me about the room in your
basement, Micah?"
He tensed only briefly then relaxed again.
"What do you want to know?"
Loaded question. She wanted to know everything. How long had
he been into BDSM? What did he do with all that equipment? Did he want to use
it on her? Who else did he use it with? Was it purely about sex? Did he want to
get back into BDSM with more people than just her? Would he teach her?
His arms tightened around her. "About sixty years,
whatever I want, yes, nobody, no, maybe, yes."
"Huh?" Had he really just answered all her
questions?
"Do I need to take it slower for you, love?"
With a nod, she rolled her eyes and smiled. "Yes, that
would be good."
His lips pressed against the back of her shoulder.
"Okay." He kissed her again. "Here's the deal. I got into
domination about sixty years ago. Seems I had a knack for it, and I built up
quite a reputation in the community, which was mostly underground then. You
didn't really hear much about BDSM in open circles in the 1950s. Honestly,
though, I had always gotten a bit of a thrill sexually by spanking and binding
my partners."
Sam wasn't sure she wanted to hear about his other partners.
"Hey," he said. "I'm not with them, anymore.
I'm with you, Sam. Now and forever. You're it for me, okay?"
She knew it was stupid to be jealous of those Micah had been
with before she had even been born, but she couldn't help herself. Micah
belonged to her now, and damn anyone else.
"I feel the same way, Sam. Believe me. I hate thinking
about Steve or any of the men you've been with before me. But that's
past." He snuggled against her and kissed her neck. "We're together
now. I don't want anyone else but you."
In a way, it was nice being able to talk to Micah without
having to speak. He saw inside her thoughts and immediately addressed her
concerns. Talk about an open line of communication.
"I don't want anyone else but you, either," she
said. "So, okay, go on. Give me all the gory details about your wicked
past." She huffed and resigned herself to the reality that a
thousand-year-old-male would have been with a lot of partners. Fact. Of. Life.
Not much she could do about it being that she hadn't even been an idea in her
parents' minds, yet, when Micah had become an adult. Hell, she hadn't even been
an idea in her parents' parents' great-great-great grandparents' minds, yet.
Micah smoothed his hand over her hip and back up to her
shoulder reassuringly before going on.
"Well, domination started out being more about sex for
me, but then I realized it wasn't so much about sex as it was about trust. I
really enjoyed providing the pain and, more often than not, the mental torture
people needed. After a while, being a dom became less about sex for me and more
about helping others achieve what they needed to feel…well, free. For some of
my subs, it was what they needed to find sexual fulfillment, but I didn't
necessarily have sex with them."
"What about with me?" Sam couldn't help wondering
why he wanted to invite her into his dungeon of dastardly deeds.
"Oh, with you it's very sexual." He pressed
up against her and briefly cupped her breast as he nibbled her ear.
She grinned. "Oh?"
"Mm-hm. With you, I'd like to exercise the kind of
domination that would give us both a great deal of pleasure."
"Really now." She didn't state it as a question.
"Oh yes. Really." He purred and the vibration
rumbled gently through her back.
"What other kinds of domination are there?" This
was all very fascinating.
"Like I said," he flicked the tip of his warm,
soft tongue against her neck, "the kind where I provide a service."
"And
comfortable as drowsiness began to settle over them both. She knew he would
awake her in only a few hours, when the calling reared its head again
and demanded he make another deposit in her infertile-for-now womb, but for the
moment, she was still awake enough to broach one more topic.
"Are you going to talk to me about the room in your
basement, Micah?"
He tensed only briefly then relaxed again.
"What do you want to know?"
Loaded question. She wanted to know everything. How long had
he been into BDSM? What did he do with all that equipment? Did he want to use
it on her? Who else did he use it with? Was it purely about sex? Did he want to
get back into BDSM with more people than just her? Would he teach her?
His arms tightened around her. "About sixty years,
whatever I want, yes, nobody, no, maybe, yes."
"Huh?" Had he really just answered all her
questions?
"Do I need to take it slower for you, love?"
With a nod, she rolled her eyes and smiled. "Yes, that
would be good."
His lips pressed against the back of her shoulder.
"Okay." He kissed her again. "Here's the deal. I got into
domination about sixty years ago. Seems I had a knack for it, and I built up
quite a reputation in the community, which was mostly underground then. You
didn't really hear much about BDSM in open circles in the 1950s. Honestly,
though, I had always gotten a bit of a thrill sexually by spanking and binding
my partners."
Sam wasn't sure she wanted to hear about his other partners.
"Hey," he said. "I'm not with them, anymore.
I'm with you, Sam. Now and forever. You're it for me, okay?"
She knew it was stupid to be jealous of those Micah had been
with before she had even been born, but she couldn't help herself. Micah
belonged to her now, and damn anyone else.
"I feel the same way, Sam. Believe me. I hate thinking
about Steve or any of the men you've been with before me. But that's
past." He snuggled against her and kissed her neck. "We're together
now. I don't want anyone else but you."
In a way, it was nice being able to talk to Micah without
having to speak. He saw inside her thoughts and immediately addressed her
concerns. Talk about an open line of communication.
"I don't want anyone else but you, either," she
said. "So, okay, go on. Give me all the gory details about your wicked
past." She huffed and resigned herself to the reality that a
thousand-year-old-male would have been with a lot of partners. Fact. Of. Life.
Not much she could do about it being that she hadn't even been an idea in her
parents' minds, yet, when Micah had become an adult. Hell, she hadn't even been
an idea in her parents' parents' great-great-great grandparents' minds, yet.
Micah smoothed his hand over her hip and back up to her
shoulder reassuringly before going on.
"Well, domination started out being more about sex for
me, but then I realized it wasn't so much about sex as it was about trust. I
really enjoyed providing the pain and, more often than not, the mental torture
people needed. After a while, being a dom became less about sex for me and more
about helping others achieve what they needed to feel…well, free. For some of
my subs, it was what they needed to find sexual fulfillment, but I didn't
necessarily have sex with them."
"What about with me?" Sam couldn't help wondering
why he wanted to invite her into his dungeon of dastardly deeds.
"Oh, with you it's very sexual." He pressed
up against her and briefly cupped her breast as he nibbled her ear.
She grinned. "Oh?"
"Mm-hm. With you, I'd like to exercise the kind of
domination that would give us both a great deal of pleasure."
"Really now." She didn't state it as a question.
"Oh yes. Really." He purred and the vibration
rumbled gently through her back.
"What other kinds of domination are there?" This
was all very fascinating.
"Like I said," he flicked the tip of his warm,
soft tongue against her neck, "the kind where I provide a service."
"And
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