Yay…another bit and posted on time. Who knows, I might actually be getting good at this writing thing 
Also, there will be no more poetry bits. I’m giving it up to work in my little serial story I’ve been toying with.
Find the story in it’s entirety here
Posted for The Serialist over at Alice Audrey’s blog.
Not Just an Internet Tryst continued…
Try it and see? She turned the words over in her head for a few moments. What exactly was she going to try? It was one thing to get a little kinky on the phone, but this wasn’t kink to him. This was his life if he was to be believed. The idea of possibly being ‘punished’ for something at any given time was absurd, yet she couldn’t just tell him ‘no’ and be done with it for some reason.
“Really this is a moot point.” She said after taking a sip of her drink. “There is three thousand miles between us.”
“You like to keep reminding me of that.” He laughed. “There isn’t right now.”
“Right, but there-“
“Just ask.” He interrupted.
“Ask what?”
“Anything you want. No kinky shit, no innuendos, no flirting, just a straight clinical talk.” Though it wasn’t so straightforward. She was teetering on the edge and the more she talked about it the stronger her curiosity would get and the harder it would be to tell him ‘no’.
“I…I wouldn’t even know where to start.”
“You’ve got six months’ worth of phone conversations to draw on, Lia.”
“But…I mean…not here.” She said the last bit in a whisper.
“Yes. Here.”
It was final. Talia fiddled with her drink trying to separate the clichés from what he would really want to hear from her, but she had nothing. Then again this wasn’t about doing what he wanted. This was about figuring out what she really wanted. Fuck it! Clichés it was.
“So do you wear…costumes?” She asked timidly.
“You mean like a gimp suit.” The face she made was priceless. “No, but that doesn’t mean I won’t have you dress a certain way sometimes.”
“Like a slut.” She said flatly.
“My prerogative.”
“See that just doesn’t sound right. The way I dress shouldn’t be dictated to me.” The words tumbled out a little fast as her tone turned defensive.
“I didn’t say it would be, Lia.” He answered patiently. “I just said sometimes I might have you dress a certain way. What’s wrong with pleasing your lover regardless of the life you choose to live?”
There was no arguing with that logic. More people should go a little out of their way for the one they were with.
“And punishment?” She asked after nursing her drink for a moment.
“Elaborate.”
“Do you…spank?”
David remembered fondly her uneasiness during that conversation, and it was still there coloring her pretty cheek bones. He had to resist the urge to smile, willing himself to remain completely emotionless during this little interview.
“Sometimes.”
“You’re not really answering me.” She snapped. The idea was not something she relished and yet…
“No, I answered exactly what you asked. If you want more information you need to be more specific.” He instructed.
“Why would you spank mm…someone?”
He caught the slip, and the ever darkening color beneath her eyes. He had to grit his teeth hard to keep the calm façade he portrayed now.
“I have rules, Lia. If they are not obeyed then there are consequences. Sometimes that might involve spanking.” He let the word linger for a moment. “And other times I just might want to.”
“Well that doesn’t seem very fair.” She said with a frown.
“You haven’t ever tried it dear. How do you know you wouldn’t like it?”
Talia shifted uncomfortably in her seat. It hadn’t even been a fantasy until he mentioned it to her. While the idea of his hand across her ass still hadn’t crossed that threshold she’d be lying if she said it didn’t intrigue her, but she wasn’t about to tell him that. She failed to realize the evidence was written all over her face.
“Well…I can’t…I mean…why would anyone like that?” The volume of her voice edged louder causing a patron or two to look their way. He found her frustration cute. Even the way she ducked down when she noticed the attention she drew threatened to bring a smile to his face. Dammit he was smitten, and he was going to enjoy introducing her to his way of life if he ever got the chance.
“No need to get flustered, Lia. You’re under no obligation here. I’m just answering questions. You can walk out any time you want.” He did smile just a little then. “Unless of course…”
Screw it. She wasn’t a child. She did what she wanted when she wanted and no one was going to punish her for it in any way. This was ludicrous right? But the decision refused to be that simple. Instead Talia gave into the desire to ask more questions.
“Right. Just questions. So, what’s your…safe word? Or do I get to pick that? I mean…if I…you know…”
“No safe word.”
“What? What if you push someone too far? What if you are hurting them?”
“Safe words are for scenes. For games people play. I guarantee I will push you. You might even think it’s too far. Occasionally I will hurt you, but I promise no scars. There is something in someone’s eyes when you’re about to cross that line. A good Dom knows when to quit.”
“And someone would willingly sign up for this?”
The disbelief was plain in her tone, but he hadn’t sugar coated anything. David didn’t want her walking into this with any blinders on. That only led to hurt feelings, or worse. He was kind and patient and honorable, but this was the life he preferred. If she wasn’t with him 100 percent, than there was no point in wasting any energy on this relationship.
“It doesn’t matter what other people do. This is just about you.” David answered.
“And how do I know you’re a ‘good Dom’? I don’t even know what that is really.”
“Therein lays the crux of the matter.” David took a deep breath before continuing. “You have to trust me.”
