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Smut in the School (Machiavelli x Searching4shadows)

He smiled slightly as she asked that question, shaking his head, both bemused and unsure how he wanted to go about this. "I'm not." he said simply, his words hanging for a moment, his thought clearly not done. "I.. ah. If you want me to explain further, I will." He said with a small chuckle, standing to moved to the lane, realizing that it was now his turn. "But realize that it might make you uncomfortable." He added as a slight warning, giving her a brief glance before throwing his own awful throw down the lane, clipping only one of the edge pins over.

She knew him well, they had been friends for a good while, and so he knew she would get this far. After all, she knew he had never acted before, and few other things made since, and she was clever enough to deduce that he wasn't quite talking about theatre. But he didn't know if she'd have the contextual knowledge about sex and power play and bondage to put together his meaning from the vague clues. After all, he couldn't remember her ever mentioning anything about sex, or indicating anything more than a basic knowledge of what it was and how it worked.
 
"You know you can tell me anything. I won't tell anyone. In fact! I still haven't told anyone about the time when you and you-know-who went to you-know-where and came back completely covered with you-know-what and she wouldn't speak to you for a month!" Rhonda said, trying to make the situation a bit lighter and a bit more comfortable for the two of them.

She stood up and walked over to where he was standing. "It can't be all that bad can it?" she asked, gently taking him by the arm and turning him toward her, leaving her hand to rest on his arm. She looked up at him, trying to read the look on his face. But she came up clueless, which frustrated her. She prided herself on being able to read people. Particularly people she was close to. But this time was different. It was as if he was trying to protect her from something that he also wanted her to know about.
 
Nicholas laughed as she brought up a secret he had trusted her with, the mood breaking for a moment as he chuckled. "And I thank you for that!" he said, smiling and shaking his head slightly. Then she approached him, lightly resting a hand on his arm and turning him toward her, his eyes locking with hers. He shook his head slightly at her words. "It's not bad at all, really." He admitted with a sigh. "It's mostly just something that isn't exactly casual conversation, and is hard to explain." He paused, took a deep breath, placing his hands on her hips, as if steadying himself and her.

"Rhonda. You're aware that I'm not a virgin, you're clever enough to have deduced that yourself." He said with a soft laugh. "Well, I've not just had sex with girls, I've also explored domination. I'm not sure exactly how... versed you are in this sort of thing. But essentially, I take on a role very much like the one I play in our production, a confident, dominating figure, and my partner, whoever that might be, takes on a more submissive role. There are all kinds of variations, and different manners of domination, from bondage to discipline, but that's the idea." He paused, his eyes on hers, scanning her face, as if trying to read a reaction, his hands lightly holding onto her hips. "And that's also kinda part of my actions today. I was in the role, in the mindset, and something just... happened. I don't understand how to make sense of it, beyond that there was a desire that I didn't control, and I'm sorry if I startled you." He gave her a slightly sheepish smirk, but his eyes conveyed a more conflicted, worried expression, as if afraid of her reaction.
 
Rhonda's gaze lowered as Nick spoke. For whatever reason she couldn't look him in the eye. She focused on his shirt, just letting his words wash over her. She closed her eyes when he finished, taking comfort from his strong but gentle hands on her hips. From his performance this afternoon, she knew he was telling the truth. So why was she in a sense of disbelief?

She knew the basics of what he was talking about. She'd heard of 50 shades, even if she hadn't read the book or seen the movie. She knew that some people liked to dress in leather and call each other "Master" and "slave". She'd heard of bondage, which sprang to mind images of blindfolds and rope and whips. But what he was describing wasn't what she was expecting at all.

He described a mutual relationship. An understanding of roles, of responsibilities and he spoke of it with such affection. He wasn't ashamed or confused, he knew that this was a part of him. As she opened her eyes, she looked up and into his. She started to say something, but stopped herself. She started again, but the words wouldn't come. She couldn't articulate what she wanted to say. It was as if her brain couldn't connect the dots. Why was he telling her this now?

Then it hit her with a force that had her gasping as if someone had knocked the breath right out of her. The handcuffs! The kneeling! The dominant nature! She hadn't just reacted to Nick that afternoon. She'd reacted to something internal, deep inside her. A deeply hidden desire that she had never known existed. "Holy fuck!" she whispered, unconsciously starting to tremble under Nick's touch. Could it be true? Was she...submissive? Her blue eyes searched his for answers.
 
She averted her eyes and he knew he had made her somewhat uncomfortable, but that was to be expected. However, she didn't move away from him, and that was a good sign at least. She returned her gaze to him as he finished speaking, and opened her mouth to say something, but appeared lost for words. He merely raised his eyebrows slightly, waiting, giving her time, but she couldn't seem to put words together to say what she was thinking. Then there was the gasp and the soft exclamation, and he felt her shaking slightly against his hands.

He again quirked an eyebrow. "I wondered if you reacted to the cuffs and my role earlier today, and it was rather because of your reaction, I think, that I ended up kissing you." he admitted, pursing his lips slightly, though the corner quirked up in a smirk. it was clear he didn't regret the kiss or the decision, though he might feel bad for making such a sudden move. "I've got a pretty good sense for people, just like you do, but I didn't pick up on any bit of submissive nature from you until today. And I was surprised, but also curious, so if I pushed too much too fast or something, I do apologize." he added, wanting to be clear that he hadn't meant to cause her stress.
 
She calmed down enough to hear what he was saying. And there, in that moment, he had brought up the issue of the kiss. The single hottest kiss she'd ever received. She had loved every second. She smiled slightly, blushing, "I liked it. I liked it and I'm not sure about any of this, but I know that I liked it. I-I mean I don't know if I am a...you know, but, I felt something different today."

She reached up and ran an absent-minded hand through the ponytail of her long brown hair, something she did when she was nervous. She wasn't sure what all of this meant to her, but a small part of her wanted to explore more. "How did you know you were...that you liked domination?"
 
He smiled as she admitted that she liked it, clearly pleased. He caught her blush and smirked then, giving her another little wink, teasing her lightly. She admitted that she wasn't sure about submission and the like, which was to be expected. After all, it was something entirely new, and no one was ever sure if they likes something based on the tiniest little glance. She hadn't even had a taste of it yet, but merely glimpsed over what submission might be like.

Her question gave him pause. "Well. Porn, some." He said with a laugh. "But I didn't truly know until a certain girlfriend wanted to explore it, and I was curious. So I got us a pair of handcuffs and we fooled around some, and I found out exactly how hot it was to cuff a sexy girl to a bed and make her squirm." He said with a smirk and a soft chuckle, not intending to have been quite as detailed as he had been. "
 
His smile and his wink eased her mind. He always knew how to make her feel better. She let out a breathless laugh as he spoke about handcuffing a girlfriend. He was being so candidly honest. Sure they had spoken about sex before, but they'd never divulged details of any kind. Particularly not this exclusively. Rhonda shook her head slightly, "I had no idea."

She hadn't even thought that her friend Nick was like this. He had never let on. And the girlfriends that he had had over the years had never really liked her or wanted anything to do with her, so they'd never let on either. Oh sure they pretended to be friendly when Nick was around, but they'd never really approved of her friendship with him.

She moved to a lane seat and sat down, hoping he would follow her. She turned to him, still a little shocked, but couldn't stop herself from asking about more in rapid succession, particularly when he was being this open. "So was this with your last girlfriend? Or was it the one before? I'll bet it was Britney! Tell me everything! Did you make the first move or did she? How did this even come up? Was it like totally weird starting out? Oh my god!-did you spank her? OH! You did! I bet you did! Did you guys do anything more?!"
 
He chuckled as his friend took her seat, and he did follow, picking up that this conversation wasn't yet done. Her comment about having no idea made him smile ruefully. "Honestly, I probably don't need to keep it a secret, but I'm mostly just interested in keeping all the girls who have read 50 Shades off of me." He said with a laugh, leaning back into the seat next to her.

As questions came rapid fire, he only laughed more, clearly more relaxed now. "You're good! It was Britney." He admitted, shaking his head ever so slightly. "When we had sex it always ended up pretty rough and passionate, and so I casually mentioned handcuffs one time and she was pretty much like 'that sounds so fucking hot.' And so we explored. It was very weird at first, I had no idea how to control getting into the mindset and everything." He paused, smirking. "We did do more, and I did spank her." he added with a chuckle, leaning back. "I seem to recall that she loved it. We did a lot, because this was right when my dad got his new job and I started having the house to myself all the time. Don't tell him, but I tied her to the dining room table once and teased her for hours. I also seem to recall playing with a bit of chocolate syrup and whipped cream." he said, smirking and biting his lip again. "I do miss it, most times. Not her, mind you, she turned out to be a crazy bitch. But domination and the fun and everything. Don't take that as me trying to lure you in, it's just an observation." He added with a laugh.
 
Rhonda gave a slight air pump when she found out she'd guessed right. He was right, she was crazy. She even remembered that the girl had crazy eyes. And she'd always wondered why he stayed with her. Now she knew. And as he gave her more and more details she felt her mind getting foggy again. But this time, she felt her nether regions start to respond, and pulse with desire. She gasped and her eyes widened when he spoke about the syrup and whipped cream.

As he admitted that he missed it, she couldn't help but wonder if he wanted to pick it back again. She tried to keep things light, but as per usual she felt like she was coming across like a freight train. "So would you ever consider doing it again?" she asked, playing a loose thread on the chair beside her, again, not confident enough to look him in the eye.
 
Her little gasp made him chuckle again, and then her question that followed made him raise an eyebrow. Laughing softly, he leaned back in the chair once more. "I'm going to pretend that didn't sound like an offer, just for you." He said giving her a teasing little look, though she was trying to avoid his gaze.

"I'd definitely do it again in an instant. It's a lot of fun, honestly." He said with a smile. "Fun enough that I stuck with a crazy girl because I liked it so much. the girlfriends since have been less into it, and that's pretty much why I haven't dated in a while. I find it boring in some ways, honestly, and I've got a craving for the excitement. I'm addicted, I suppose." He said, biting his lip in a small smile. He was truly wondering where her mind was going, if she was actually considering that she might like this, despite having not experienced anything like it.

He certainly would be open to the idea, but he wasn't going to suggest it.
 
With the bowling game well and truly forgotten at this, Rhonda turned in her chair to face Nick. She was seriously thinking over everything he was saying. It sounded like so much fun! So then why was the majority of people against it, or not open to it? To Rhonda, it sounded only a little scary, with the thrill of trying it far outweighing the fear. Particularly beacuse she'd had a taste of it that afternoon, and her body had responded more to Nick in his dominating role than she had to any other guy before.

"It sounds amazing," Rhonda commented softly. As Nick commented on how much he was addicted to it, Rhonda knew this was the right time to ask. "Say I was interested...a-and I'm not saying I am.....but say I wanted to try just a little bit more....like it was this afternoon, but more-b-but not too much more...would you...i mean...would you know of someone that might, you know, wanna show me?" she asked.

"I-I mean, it would have to be someone I trusted. You know, someone who knows that I'm, well, still a bit of a newbie at all this. Not the sex stuff I mean! T-that I've done before. But just, you know, the rest..."

Her hands moved to her lap and she subconsciuosly wrung her fingers nervously. "It's ok if you don't..." In that moment she felt so small, so vulnerable, so exposed. Was this such a good idea? Would she regret this? She was potentially asking Nick if they could ruin their friendship. Would it all be worth it in the end?
 
As she stumbled through her words and phrasing, trying to manage to explain what she was thinking without being too obvious, he gave her a small amused smirk, making it clear that he saw right through her attempt to hide her true meaning. Playing along with her little game for a time, he laughed softly, nodding. "I might know someone who would be interested and understanding, if you wanted to give it a try. And there's no requirement or restriction. If you decide it's not for you, it's done. There's nothing to worry about." He assured her, giving her a small laugh and gently touching her hand, his firm fingers reassuring.

"And after all, the guy I have in mind knows you better than anyone. I promise, if it doesn't work, nothing has to change. You'll just know a few more things about me that you didn't before."
 
As Nick played along with Rhonda's completely and totally passive method of asking if he would introduce her to domination and submission, her fingers tightened even more around themselves. She couldn't understand why she was so nervous. She had never been this way around Nick before. Even from the first day they met she was cool, calm and confident. She started to realise that she'd never truly revealed her innermost desires to anyone before. She'd always looked out for others, and their needs. But now, she was finally doing something for herself. And the fact that she was now beginning to see him in a new light too couldn't have been helping.

When he finally agreed to help her explore, Rhonda wasn't sure if she felt relieved or scared that all this was happening so quickly. His hand on hers reassured her that she was doing the right thing. His smile made her light up inside, and finally felt like she was starting to relax.

This was going to be one interesting ride for sure.
 
The evening was otherwise uneventful, concluding easily with him taking her home before turning in for the night himself. He briefly toyed with the idea of kissing her goodnight, but instead settled for a brief kiss on the back of her hand, knowing that the time to make moves would come. Instead he left her with a smirk and "Looking forward to tomorrow.", a cryptic, teasing message.

The next morning he awoke, and before he jumped into the shower he sent her a text. "If you're feeling daring, wear the shortest skirt you can get away with. If you're feeling even more daring, don't wear anything underneath it." He liked to toy with her and see exactly what she was comfortable with at first before pushing elsewhere and exploring. Then, he followed that with another text. "I have study hall during first, and I seem to recall you having a free period of some kind. Want to rehearse that scene again?" Then he set the phone down, stripping off for a quick shower before dressing for the school day and heading out, ready to take on the world, and his new pupil.
 
After the way the day before had gone, as Rhonda woke up she wasn't completely sure she hadn't had some sort of weird dream. She felt light and dreamy, and it took her a while to figure out what exactly had happened. She thought she was sure that the kiss that Nick had shared with her during drama was a dream. She thought she was sure that the conversation at the bowling alley had been a dream as well. But as she checked her bleeping phone, she knew for absolute certainty that EVERYTHING was real.

As she read the text she subconsciously started biting her lower lip. She read over it a couple of times and wasn't sure if he was joking about 'rehearsing the scene' or if it had some sort of double meaning. She couldn't believe how much she was questioning everything! She quickly replied, 'Sure, sounds good. I"ll meet you by the bike racks,' before getting up and getting dressed.

She held her school skirt up in front of her. She knew that a lot of the girls she knew had their skirts shortened. But before now she hadn't felt the need to, but now... She decided the only way to go about it was to pull the skirt up higher on her waist, shortening it quickly. She was going to forgo the underwear, but instead chose a pale lacy number as a sort of compromise. She had never spent so much time choosing her clothing before.

As she rode the bus to school, she was feeling nervous. Her short skirt wasn't efffecting her, but as she stepped off the bus, she felt her nerves get the better of her. With each step toward the school gates she felt her heart pulse with nerves. As she walked through the gates, she slowly pulled her skirt down, lengthening it slightly. It was still shorter than she was used to, but it was not as short as some of the other girls. She made her way over to the bike racks near the carpark and leaned on the fence waiting for Nick to arrive.
 
Nick finished his shower, toweling off quickly, in the fashion of any swimmer who had experience, grabbing a black button up shirt and pulling it on, leaving the top two buttons undone. Then black jeans, shoes, and grabbed his backpack before snatching his keys from the hook by the door. In an instant he locked the door to the empty house (his father was away on a business trip for two weeks), and jogged to his car, starting the engine and pulling away toward the school.

it took only five minutes for him to arrive, glancing at the bike racks where he could see Rhonda's figure. He still wasn't sure about this whole scenario, but he had to admit the desires he had felt, and she seemed interested, so he would give it a shot. Parking the car, he mused over her figure, chuckling softly. Not very daring, evidently. He shrugged. He didn't expect her to jump right in. He swung the door open and grabbed his bag, moving toward his friend. Friend? What were they now?

"Hey there." He said with a smile, meeting up with Rhonda and gesturing toward the building, starting them on a walk toward one of the rehearsal classrooms he knew would be empty. He gave her skirt a glance and a smile. "Just a little daring, hm?" He said with a laugh. "Still, I like the view." He chuckled, holding the door for her as they entered the building and he guided her down a side hallway to the door of the empty drama classroom. The drama teacher didn't come in until the middle of the day, as all the theatre classes were after lunch. So the room was unused and ignore for all that time, and they could put it to good use for that first hour.
 
As Nick looked over her skirt, she blushed gently unable to say anything. She wasn't sure if he was pleased or disappointed, but the fact that he had so openly checked her out was enough to send her heart racing. As he opened the door for her she knew exactly where they were headed.

She opened the door to the dark drama room, relieved it was unlocked, and flipped on the soft lights. Rhonda was suddenly very grateful for the heavy dark curtains that covered the few windows towards the back of the room. It not only made sure that no one would be able to see in to what they were doing, but it also gave the room a soft ambience. After locking them in, she moved towards on of the desks and placed her backpack on top, silently removing her script. Moving towards the small wooden stage area to the side she asked,"Ah, do we want the stop lights-ah! No, I meant spotlights...do we want the spotlights on?"

She was nervous, for so many reasons. She took a second to collect herself, wanting to hide behind the script in her hands. She turned from him slightly, rolling her eyes at herself, and took a bit of a breath.
 
Nick eyed her with a smirk and a chuckle as she stumbled over her words. "Nope. Too intense. We're just practicing, remember? No need for the full effect." he said with a teasing glance, playing along still with the facade that they were only here to practice their roles. "Now, shall we start with the first scene, where you're brought in, wearing...." He paused, reaching into his back pocket and producing shiny metal handcuffs. "These?"

He paced toward her, obviously having shifted slightly into a more dominant mindset, but his stance, tone, and general vibe was more relaxed and teasing than dangerous and threatening, not wanting to push or scare her in this first little scene they were playing out. But as he stopped in front of her, he smirked, gave her another little once-over, and then said, "Your wrists?"
 
Slightly relieved that he was wanting to take things slow, she took a bit of a breath. But as he pulled the cuffs from his pocket her eyes widened and she felt she couldn't move. She'd never seen cuffs like this before in real life. Only ever in movies. The light seemed to dance off them invitingly as Nick moved toward her. She blushed deeper as he looked her over. The feelings from yesterday had intensified in just a few short seconds. Not able to properly look him in the eye, she focused in on the shiny cuffs. As he asked for her wrists she felt them move of their own accord, lifting her wrists up and out offering them to him silently. She swallowed gently, not sure what he had planned, but not wanting to miss a thing.
 
As she offered her wrists he smirked again, and clasped the cool metal over her slim wrists. The cuffs were not too tight, he was sure of that, but she wouldn't slip them easily, and any aggressive movements would cause them to bite into the skin slightly. Once they were secure on her wrists, he hooked a finger around the short chain linking them and led her to the throne on stage, sitting down in that lounging, confident, dominant pose his character so loved.

"Kneel." He instructed, his tone still dominant and commanding, with a lightly amused sound, clearly enjoying this, and curious to see her reaction. When she obeyed, he stood slowly, looking down at her with that small smile, fingertips playing ever so slightly and softly over her cheeks and through her hair as one hand wandered, the other cupping her neck slightly. "So. Tell me what you want. What do you imagine when you think of me dominating you?" He posed, his fingers playing over the exposed skin of her neck and upper shoulder, touching her without hesitation.
 
The cool metal on her skin sent shivers to travel up her arms and down her spine. As he lead her along by them, she felt their smoothness, and their strength. She easily fell into step behind him, climbing the small step up onto the stage, and kneeled as he commanded. She stopped herself from giggling as he "sat" on the makeshift throne again, seeing the princely character emerge. She immediately knew that he was trying to put her ease, keep up the facade that they were here to rehearse.

The tone and the air seemed to thicken as Nick stood up. Rhonda saw a new Nick as he approached her and with his fingertips lightly carressed her soft skin and hair. She returned his small smile, but as his fingers ignited her senses, she felt her eyes lower and softly close, once again giving into the sensations he was giving her. She felt small beneath him, but wasn't scared as she also felt safe and protected.

His question stumped her. And it took her a few moments to regather her thinking. She blushed and swallowed as she tried to put into words what she was thinking. She looked up at him, wanting to tell him, pushing aside her nerves and her inexperience. "I...ah...I don't know if this is right or not..." she found a spot on the floor of the stage, and focused on it as she spoke.

"Before last night I've tried not to think of you in that way, n-not because I didn't want to...I didn't want to stuff up our friendship. B-but I sorta saw you as you are now, standing above me, looking down at me." Gaining more confidence she looked up at him. "I...I guess...you know those pics of roman soldiers, their slave girl on the floor beside him, grasping his leg, looking up at him, barely clothed and in heavy chains...well, I don't know, I mean I've seen pics online...gags, collars, leashes..." losing her nerve she hid her face as she brought up a hand to cover herself. "Oh god, i sound ridiculous," she said laughing at herself.
 
Nicholas smiled slightly as she spoke, obviously enjoying her cute little blush and how she avoided his gaze, trying to put words together to answer his question. That small smile stayed there as she tried to explain, then a quiet laugh echoed softly in the room as she laughed at herself. He shook his head, however. "No, no. There are no right or wrong answers, and don't think about if it's ridiculous or weird. I want the truth, and sometimes the truth is weird."

He paused, giving her a small look as he contemplated something. "Would it help if I told you what comes to my mind when I think about domination, or dominating you?" He said with a smirk, wondering if his words would affect her, and how powerful that reaction might be. Leaning down over her, his long, strong fingers wrapped around the chain of the cuffs and tugged her hands gently toward his waist, pulling her close.

"I think about exploring things never felt before, and new heights of pleasure. I think about cuffing you and playing my hands over your body so softly you beg to have a firm, full caress. I think about bending you over my knee and spanking your cute ass pink. I think of those and so many other things. So tell me... what do you secretly fantasize about?" His voice grew more husky, more masculine and domineering as the sentences rolled off his tongue and out of his mouth, eyes locked with hers as he spoke.

Leaning back, away from her slightly, he mused over possibilities. "Do you want me to take you and dress you in things you'd never wear? Or push you against the wall and kiss you until you can't breathe? Or maybe you want to be just like one of those slave girls, on your knees and naked for me?" His tone and stance made it very clear that he meant every word, and that he would gladly do every one of those things. But his expression and his words also communicated an actual desire to know what she wanted, what was too fast or what things she didn't want at all.
 
As Nick pulled her close and described the sorts of things he wanted to do to her, she felt her breath leave her body. Imagining every thing he described she could feel her nipples harden and her pussy pulse to life, causing her to inwardly shudder. She'd never been so turned on in her entire life. She felt like a fragile vase. All he'd have to do was touch her and she was almost certain she'd fall to pieces.

Rhonda knew he wanted more. He wanted to delve deeper into the dark recesses of her mind. He wanted her to verbalise the things that she wasn't even sure she'd admitted to herself yet. But as he leaned back she knew she could trust him. He had been open and honest with her. Sitting back on her heels staring at her cuffed hands, she quietly and slowly responded.

"I....I want...I want all those things. Every thing. I want you to take me. I want you to make me yours. I want to be your plaything, your slavegirl, your...pet. I want you to mark me as yours, so that everyone can see that i belong to you. I want to dress up for you, dress down for you, be naked and kneeling for you. I want you to make me do things I would never normally do simply because I want to please you." Her voice started to thicken, and as she spoke she started building momentum. "I want to be the envy of every girl in school. I want you to take my weaknesses, my desires and the things that turn me on and use them against me. I want you to take away rights and privileges, and I'll just have to deal with them. I-I want you to punish me."

She stopped and took a breath. Admitting that last one was hard, but she pushed through. "I want to be owned. I want to feel like my body is no longer mine but belongs to you. I want to cum on demand, and only your command, I want you to take my mind and make me think things I wouldn't normally think. I-I want..."

She paused and closed her eyes, gathering the last of her courage, and quickly list off. "I--want you to spank me, strip me, touch me, slap me, pinch me, collar me, leash me, pull me, drag me, tie me, fuck me-" she quickly opened her eyes and looked up at him shocked. She shook slightly beneath him, as she finally admitted to herself the very thing she had always suspected but had tried to suppress under the guise of friendship. She, like every other girl she knew who had a crush on Nick, wanted him to fuck her.
 
With each statement and admission, Nick smirked a little more, nodding in approval at her words. As she looked up at him with a shocked expression, clearly having just discovered something inside herself through his words and hers, his fingers curled around the chain of the handcuffs once more. He leaned in slightly and whispered two soft words that, to this day, had yet to fail in getting any girl with any slight submissive tendency trouble sitting still: "Good girl."

Then, in a smooth, deliberate motion, he pushed her up against one of the pillars on stage, her cuffed hands pinned above her head by one of his hands, the other in the small of her back pulling her hips against his, his face inches from hers, his lips even closer to hers. That devilish, calculated smirk still curled in the corner of those lips. "I will do every one of those things to you and more. But you have to follow some rules for me. We'll establish two now, and go over others later. Firstly, when we are alone, you will call me 'sir'. If you want to call me by my name as well, that's fine, as long as you also use the honorific in the same sentence. Secondly, if we are doing anything intense or close, I may ask you what your color is. Green is perfect, blue means you want more, yellow means you're reaching your limit soon, and red means you need to stop now. Understand?" His eyes locked with hers, and there was a clear intention there. Desire, burning, unveiled now. But on top of that, there was great care and concern in his gaze, and it was clear that the second rule was in order to keep her safe and comfortable.

He leaned in, his lips tauntingly close, teasing her, playing with her. "Well then... What's your color?" He breathed, a smile playing on those cocky lips.
 
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