Chapter 4

It's movie date night again, and for the first time, I'm in charge of what we watch.

David had asked for my favorite movie. I'd tried to warn him that there was only one kind of movie I watched, and he insisted.

And that's how I ended up at his front door, holding up a porno titled Sleeping Booty.

David stands at the threshold with a lopsided grin on his face. "I can honestly say, I've never watched that before." He leans in and kisses my cheek before stepping aside to let me in.

"Spoiler alert," I say as I hand it over, grinning. "There's going to be a lot of sex in it."

He laughs. "As long as there's a happy ending."

It takes me only a second, and then I'm laughing. I double over because even though it wasn't the funniest joke I've ever heard, something about the fact that it's him makes it hilarious. I struggle to catch my breath, wiping the tears from my eyes with my palms.

"Fuck, David, that's—" I pause when I realize he's staring at me. "What? It was funny."

"It wasn't that funny." He smiles, and the softness of his voice is startlingly sobering. "You're really cute, do you know that?"

Heat fills my face and I look away, but he grabs my chin and turns my head back to him.

"Don't be shy." His smile grows so fond it twists my insides. "You're adorable."

I breathe in the scent of his cologne and close my eyes as the twisting turns into a comfortable warmth. "Sorry. This is just—it's all so new. I'm still not used to this whole concept of… us." I open my eyes to look up at him and say with full sincerity, "It's not like me, and I think I'm okay with that."

His hands encircle my waist and he smiles that warm, gentle smile that envelopes my heart. He leans in to kiss me, and I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck.

We part, and he puts his forehead against mine. "I like you," he says quietly.

I don't even have to think to reply, "I like you, too."

He smiles again, this time brilliantly bright. "That's all I wanted to hear." His lips press against mine with a little more pressure, a little more force, and he pulls me close against his chest in a tight embrace.

How did I live before without this tenderness?

He pulls back and walks over to the couch, and as I follow, the nervous jittering sensation takes over again.

There's a very real possibility he won't enjoy this. It barely counted as a movie. There was one scene, though. Fuck. The scene where the princess wakes up mid-orgasm with her true love balls deep in her.

It felt so… genuine, the way she looked at her prince as he fucked her back to life.

It was also really, really hot.

When the first sex scene plays out on the screen, I close my eyes and focus on the feeling of his body against mine. I can sense a constant thrum of desire, and I try to match my own energy to his.

I feel warmth. Heat. A glow. And then, something different. It's dark, like a coal just off the fire. I can feel it inside him, chained away.

I turn my head to whisper in his ear, "If you could have any fantasy happen here in the real world, what would it be?"

"You don't want to know," he mumbles.

"Yes." I lean in and kiss his cheek. "I do."

"Seb…" He sighs and turns his body toward me. "I don't know. I'm kind of scared the fantasy library in my head will scare you away."

I snort, nearly choking on my own breath as I recall, all at once, every sexual encounter I've been in. "If you can shock me, I'll watch that snuff video again with the gun. But if you can't shock me…" I grin and whisper, "Then I'll make whatever it is come true."

I feel him shudder, and the heat of his desire grows. "Well." He licks his lip nervously. "I've always had a fantasy about dominating someone…"

"Oh, sweet pet." I struggle not to laugh, because I don't want to embarrass him. "You and almost every other man. Surely you can do better than that."

He looks down at his hands as he continues, "I want to treat you roughly."

I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "Go on…"

He shifts a little uncomfortably. "I want to tie you up and just… lose control. I want to hurt you and make you cum from the pleasure in the pain."

I shrug. "Sure thing."

His eyes go wide. "Really? Just like that?"

"Sure. If it'll make you happy, I can do that." I run a hand through his hair. "Honey, the day I met you, I'd just had a dick up my ass with my own dick in that man's girlfriend's snatch. I hate to break it to you, but you're with a freak now, and that means you get to have your wildest dreams come true."

I grin as he stares at me with a dumbfounded expression. The looks down, a faint blush rising in his cheeks. With a bashful smile, he looks back up at me. "My other fantasy…" He hesitates, then mumbles, "I want to take part in an orgy."

"Sure." I nod. "That's easy enough."

He bites his lip and glances away. "With lots of guys?"

I laugh. "Those are the best!"

He pauses, and then his face falls. "You're just saying that."

I take his chin in one hand and force him to meet my eyes. "David, I would let you choke me until I passed out if it got you off. You want to tie me up and make me bleed? Sir, yes, sir." I kiss him with a tenderness that is at odds with my words. "And if you want to go to an orgy, then great. Want me to be there, too? Fuckin' right on."

"Even if it's multiple men?" he asks.

I shrug. "Fine by me."

"Multiple men and women?"

"With pleasure."

David chuckles nervously. "Multiple women and men with dicks the size of my arm?"

I raise an eyebrow and smirk. "If you can find them, I'll suck them right alongside you."

"Do you really mean that?"

I laugh, kissing his cheek, "Anything for you."

"Anything?" he asks, and there's a little glint in his eyes that piques my desire.

I smile up at him. "Sir, yes, sir."

"Fuck," he whispers with reverence, then his expression turns to one of resolve. "I'll be right back. Meet me in the bedroom." He kisses me quickly, then darts out of the room.