Kinky Confessions

“I do care how you feel, but you’re right, I like to hear you say it.”

“I know. That’s why I do it.” Her cheeks turned rosy and she grinned. “I like it too. It makes me feel naughty.”

“You like feeling naughty?”

“I like feeling naughty with you.”

“What about Wren? Don’t forget her.”

“Oh my gosh, no! I mean, of course I won’t forget her, but we don’t do anything really naughty. Not like you and I do. And I definitely don’t tell her things.”

“Why not? No, hold that thought. This is turning into a longer conversation.” I set her on her feet and led her around to one of the armchairs in front of the unlit fire.

“Sorry,” she said, “I know I get heavy.”

“No, it isn’t that.”

“I’ve lost a few pounds, but still…”

I sank into a chair and guided her onto my lap. She kicked off her shoes and tucked her legs under her.

“Hold on,” I said, “you’ve lost weight?”

She grimaced and studied her hands. “I don’t eat when I get busy on a project. I forget. And… I don’t eat as often when I’m with you. I don’t wanna miss a moment we’re together.”

I ducked to meet her eyes. “We’re going to be together for a long time.

You need to eat. Do I need to start carrying bunny food in my pocket or something?”

“Carrots and celery, maybe. Only, they’d probably go limp in your pocket.” She grinned. “I can think of something else that goes limp in your pocket, but that’s okay. He gets hard whenever I take him out.”

I ignored the hint and kept after her, “Bunny, you need to eat.”

“Yes, sir. I liked the candy bars, but they’re too sweet for all the time.

Maybe granola bars instead?”

“Will do. Now, where were we?”

“Talking about Wren.”

“Right. So, why don’t you tell her things?”

“I just… don’t,” she said, but then thought about it. “Part of it’s ’cause she can’t keep a secret. She told you pretty much everything she knows about me!”

“Yeah, she did.”

Christy’s eyes widened with panic. “You haven’t told her anything else, have you? About the things I like, what we do?”

“No,” I chuckled.

“Oh, thank goodness! Even if she didn’t tell anyone, there’re certain things I don’t want her to know.”

“Why not?”

She frowned and tried to put her thoughts into words. “She’s really open-minded, but not about some things. It’s weird. I used to think she was like you, but she’s not. She is about swinging and stuff— Oh my gosh! That’s all she talks about since I told her I know.”

“Yeah, I kinda figured.”

“But she isn’t like you in other ways. She’s really judgmental sometimes, especially about anyone who’s different. Like your friends, the gay guys. She thinks they’re disgusting. But she and I do the same thing! I mean, what’s the difference between them and us? Nothing!”

“That’s how I feel. It’s a double standard, only in reverse. Two girls, hot.

Two guys, disgusting.”

“Yeah. Wren isn’t the worst—I mean, she’s nice to the guys to their face, even if she disapproves behind their back—but I still don’t want her to know about things we do. Even if she wouldn’t disapprove, I think she’d take advantage. Like, I’m a total submissive, and I— Oh, don’t look so surprised!

Of course I know what I am. I knew the first time I read a letter in Variations about a slave and her master. Why do you think I call you ‘sir’?”

“I thought it was ’cause your dad—”

“Seriously? My mom’s had a rule as long as I can remember. I’ve never called him that. I only say it to you. And only because…” She lowered her eyes. “You’re like me. You understand. You’re… my master.”

“I never realized,” I said. “You mean that literally.”

“I do. And I think Wren would just use it to get what she wants. She isn’t

a bad person, but she’s selfish about certain things. She’d totally take advantage of me. You won’t.”

“No,” I agreed.

“I also trust you not to hurt me. For real, I mean, not just emotionally. I don’t think Wren would either, but… she gets carried away sometimes. It’s only ’cause she gets excited and impatient, but still.” She studied her hands again. “I feel really bad for saying all this. I love Wren, but I also know how she is.”

“I understand.”

She looked into my eyes and silently told me she loved me. Then she rested her head on my chest and I wrapped my arms around her. We sat in silence for several minutes. She wasn’t restless, but she wasn’t exactly calm either. Still, I was a little surprised when I felt her make an attitude adjustment.

She sat up and grinned. “We’ll have to tell Wren some things…”

“Such as?”

“If I ever want to try swinging for real.”

“Right.”

“And about our first time. She’ll want details.” She frowned. “I take that back. That’s just between you and me. I’ll tell her about the second time. And for the record, I mean after we take a break. The first time is probably going to be a bunch of times in a row.” Her eyes glinted as she imagined it. “Under you… on top of you… from behind… Mmm, someone approves.”

“Someone likes when you talk about going all the way.”

“He likes other things too.”

“For now.”

She thought about it and nodded. Then she studied her hands uncertainly.