“So, if you don’t want to answer, you have to drink! And you only get two skips. Got it?”
“Look at Alias, telling me the rules,” he chuckled and nodded his head signaling me to start the game.
“Okay, what is your favorite color?” I asked proudly.
He laughed lightly before replying, “It’s blue,” he smiled, “And yours?”
“Blue- but not just any blue, light blue like the sky on cloudless summer day,” I giggled knowing I probably didn’t have to go that in depth.
“Interesting, oddly specific, but interesting nonetheless,” he laughed at me.
The game continued on allowing me to learn that Kane is an only child that was groomed to run his family business since birth. He was born and raised right here in the city. He enjoys photography and cooking, but he hates all forms candy. Airplanes make him nervous despite the amount of times he has traveled. He does not prefer to drive, so that is why Damion always drives him. Damion and Kane have been friends since they met at the club ten years ago. Kane has had one serious relationship in his entire life, but he used his skips to avoid any questions I had about that. He’s never ridden a horse, to which I insisted I teach him. We laughed until our sides hurt and overall I truly learned things about Kane I would have never guessed. It was starting to get late, and I hadn’t really asked any questions about his history in BDSM yet. I had put off the questions I really wanted to ask, but I would never know if I didn’t ask now.
“How long have you been in the BDSM lifestyle and how did you get started?” I asked cautiously. I don’t know how you ask someone that, or if you are even supposed too. To my surprise, he didn’t seem bothered by the questions.
“It’s a little more complex than ‘how long’ because essentially it was always apart of me, I just had to be old enough to venture into it on my own. I realized what my kinks were as a teenager and started exploring them more as a young adult. I was in my early twenties when I actually began learning to be a Dominant,” he explained, “Some friends of mine helped me discover Safe Space, the club where I took you, and that’s where I learned most things I know now. Also- that was two questions, so I get two questions,” he smiled cheekily at me.
“Okay, fine. Ask away,” I smiled in anticipation.
“Why do you think you’d be interested in BDSM and what makes you think you’d want to be a sub?” he asked. I don’t know why I hadn’t expected a question like that, but I truly had to think for a minute before answering.
“Hm, I guess because I always found sex boring. I could fall asleep in missionary,” I rolled my eyes remembering my previous experiences, “I always wanted.. something else. I think I’d want to be a sub because of the things that interest me. I guess they would fall under what a submissive enjoys.”
“And what might that be?” He raised an eyebrow curiously.
“It’s my turn to ask a question,” I smirked back at him. I could tell him bit his tongue to prevent some smart ass remark from escaping. Truth is, I never told anyone my fantasies, and I was nervous to say them aloud.
“Ask me something then,” he said with a slight hint of frustration in his voice.
“Why do you want to know my desires?” I tried to hide the blush creeping across my cheeks.
“Curiosity,” he stated plainly, “Mostly anyway,” he followed up with a sly smirk, “Now, answer my previous question.”
“What question?” I tried to play dumb.
“What are your desires, Alias?” He was studying me intently.
“Skip,” I honestly was too shy to tell him my fantasies. I was afraid he would judge me being that he is as experienced as he is.
“Alias, don’t skip. Just tell me. I promise I never judge another’s kinks,” he said softly and reassuringly.
I sighed a long, nervous huff trying to figure out how to tell someone my deepest thoughts for the first time.
“I’d like to be tied up,” I said in one breath. That wasn’t too bad, but I waited for Kane’s reaction. Surprisingly, he just nodded slightly. “Blindfolded maybe? I’m not sure,” I glanced back at him and again he simply nodded. “Teased, played with, pushed to the edge. I’d like someone to tell me what to do, demand really,” I could feel my face turning red as I continued. “I want someone to push my limits and show me what true pleasure feels like. I want someone to dominate me. I want to temporarily relinquish my power to someone,” I finished.
Kane hardly flinched throughout the entirety of my spill. Instead, he listened word for word and smiled reassuringly before speaking.
“I suppose you would fall under the category of a sub then,” he smirked. The room was silent for a moment as we locked eyes. Kane’s eyebrows furrowed for a moment as if he were thinking deeply about something.
“Penny for your thoughts?” I asked.
“No one has ever tied you up before?” He questioned me as if it were unbelievable.
“Nope, not even handcuffed me,” I replied with a long huff. How depressing was my sex life to have never had such a simple desire fulfilled, I know. Kane seemed bothered by my response.
“What’s wrong with that?” I asked curiously.
“You never asked?” He responded.