“No, it’s totally fine. Of course she’s going to come up. Don’t worry, Greid.”
“Okay.” I swallowed thickly, keeping my head lowered. “It wasn’t only her, anyway. All the women I’ve been with, they never liked when I would just submit. They wanted a fight. They wanted me to try and overpower them as much as they were trying to overpower me. Demiurgus sex is… yeah, aggressive, like you said. And I’m just… not.”
She reached over and clasped my hand. “And that’s perfectly fine, Greid. That actually… um, well that suits me, really. I think I’m more dominant, but not in that way. Not in an aggressive way. I just like being in control.” She paused, then added, “During sex,” to make it crystal clear.
My cock twitched. Oh god, I could not get an erection. My boxer briefs would be no match for it in this form.
“I like taking the lead,” Beryl continued, and my cock twitched again. “Is that what… you want?”
“Yes,” I said hoarsely.
“Okay.” She squeezed my hand and released it to sit back. “So if you want, I could be like… your Domme.”
I felt faint.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Greid
“Greid?” Beryl asked cautiously when I didn’t speak. All the blood was rushing from my brain further south. “Is that what you’re interested in?”
“Y-Yes,” I rasped.
Was this actually happening?
“Okay. Good. Me too.” Beryl was all business, which made my cock buck again as she sat back and pulled out her phone. “I made some notes while I was reading up on it yesterday. The internet is incredible, huh? I found out so much.”
“Uh, yeah, it’s… great,” I managed, furtively trying to adjust my dick as it threatened to poke out the waistband of my boxer briefs.
Beryl noticed, but said nothing, just tugged a blanket out from under her and handed it to me. I took it gratefully and draped it over my lap.
“Okay.” She peered at her phone screen. “So before we do anything, you know, of that nature, we need to establish what exactly you want.” Glancing up at me, she added, “I wouldn’t want to be your Domme twenty-four-seven, like in our day-to-day lives. Is that okay?”
“No, that’s fine,” I said quickly. “I wouldn’t want that either.”
I loved the dynamic we had already in that aspect—how easy it was to live with Beryl, how much I enjoyed having her here.
“Well,” Beryl said with a tiny, crooked smile, “except for maybe texting you and telling you to do something in preparation for sex.”
I gulped. “That… that’s fine.”
She nodded, looking back down at her phone. “Okay, great. Now, you need to establish your safeword.”
I blinked a few times, excitement rising up in my belly and chasing away some of my nerves. Oh god, for the first time I would actually need a safeword.
“You don’t need to pick it right now, obviously, but—”
“Broccoli,” I blurted, then ducked my head as my ears fluttered wildly.
I’d had a safeword picked out for years that I’d never had the opportunity to use or even bring up. I’d spent a long, long time fantasising about situations where I might have to use one. Not wanting to use it, obviously, but… being in a position where the safety net of it was there. Being in a position where it was necessary.
“Okay. Broccoli.” Beryl smiled at me when I glanced up at her through my eyelashes. “So if you ever say that, it means everything stops. Not just during sex, Greid. I mean, like, if I’m asking you things or talking to you about something you’re not comfortable with, just say that word and the conversation will stop with no questions asked. Including this one.”
“Oh. Okay.” That made me relax considerably.
In fact, having Beryl take charge of this conversation was helping a lot. It wasn’t feeling so scary, almost like we were just discussing my preferences for food or TV shows or whatever.
“I know this might seem kind of intense when we’ve only, you know, done stuff once.” Beryl gave me a tiny smile. “But it’s important to me to know what you want, Greid. What I can and can’t do in the… heat of the moment.”
“No, I know. I appreciate it.” I shifted. “But what you want is important to me too.”
“We’ll get to that.” Beryl looked at her phone again. “Okay, so are there any kinks or fetishes you want to explore?”
Oh shit, back to nervous. My dick wasn’t nervous though, still steadily hardening. “Um…”
When I went quiet, Beryl set down her phone. “Why don’t I mention some… observations I’ve made? Will that help?”
“Yeah.” I sagged in relief, even as I wondered what she might’ve ‘observed’. “Okay.”
“Well, I noticed that you seemed to like it when I pinned your wrists down.” She watched me carefully, but her freckled cheeks flushed pink when she added, “And… when I called you a good boy.”
I went a little light-headed, more blood rushing to my cock. “Y-yeah, I-I like both those things.”
“Okay, so restraint. Would you be interested in me tying you up?”
“Yes,” I managed. Oh god, my cock was throbbing now.
She grinned at me. “Okay, that’s good. I’m interested in that too. And… you like being praised, yeah? I don’t think I’d be into, like, degrading you, but if you want to try that—”
“No,” I blurted. “Praise. I-I like p-praise.”
Please, PLEASE call me your good boy and tell me how well I’m doing while you ride my face.
“Okay, good.” Beryl gave me an encouraging smile. “And what about…” She glanced down at her phone screen. “Hard limits. Sorry, I’m just trying to get the basics covered so I know what’s acceptable and what’s not.”
“Sure.” I swallowed. “Um, so, pain is a hard limit for me. And uh, inviting others to… join us, or like, public exposure. I’m not into humiliation and degradation. And then obviously like, anything aggressive. Fighting or… hitting or slapping or whatever.”
“Okay.” Beryl was feverishly typing on her phone. “What about spanking?”
I cocked my head, intrigue skittering through my insides. “I think maybe… that’s a soft limit? I’m not sure.”
“Okay, we can revisit that another time.” She looked up at me. “Anything else? And not just limits, I mean things you want to try.”
My mind had gone totally blank. There was no blood left in my brain. I needed a snack to recuperate.
I licked my lips. “I think I just… um, want you to be in control. You know, of…” I chuckled sheepishly, fiddling with the blanket over my lap. “Of me. And the situation. During that. Like… telling me what to do. Maybe, uh, maybe… boss me around a little.”
My entire body was hot with embarrassment, but Beryl reached over and squeezed my hand until I looked at her again. She smiled at me, not even a hint of disdain on her pretty face. I clutched her hand tighter.
“That sounds perfect. And we can discuss other things as and when they come up, right? But that’s a good starting point, isn’t it?” She squeezed my hand again. “I want to give you what you want, Greid.”
I cleared my throat, but my voice was still hoarse when I said, “Thank you. But what about what you want?”