Page 34 of The Menagerie
Cool. As if that’s not Rowan’s wet fucking dream. He’s sure his face is doing something stupid, but Mal doesn’t react, so maybe he’s merely mentally drooling.
“So you’ve had Doms before? Long-term ones?” Rowan asks once he regains his composure.
Something in Mal’s expression seems to close off at that, eyebrows knitted together slightly and eyes flicking to the side.
“Yeah. Nothin’ worth sharing.”
“Got it.”
It’s easy to forget that, despite what Mal and Rowan had done together and how they’re talking to each other now, they’re still strangers. And some things don’t need to be shared. Skeletons in the closet and all that. Rowan gets it. His own closet’s practically a fucking graveyard, so he doesn’t resent Mal for not wanting to open up about personal stuff that doesn’t directly involve Rowan.
“You kinda said a few things you like earlier, but what else are you into?” Rowan asks, changing the subject.
“Want my laundry list of kinks, Red?”
Rowan shrugs. “Kinda, yeah.”
“Gonna be here for a while.”
“This place is open twenty-four seven, isn’t it?”
That earns him a smirk and a quick huff of air through Mal’s nose, and Rowan feels his chest puff up a tiny bit at having made Mal laugh again.
“Got a point there. I said I liked it rough, so that includes pushin’ me around, manhandling, overpowering me, all’a that. Bein’ held in place and forced to do whatever the Dom says, obviously consensually. I’m not into that nonconsensual playacting shit. And havin’—”
“Wait, wait, wait, hang on,” Rowan says, fishing for his phone in his pocket and swiping to open his Notes app. “Gonna write this down.”
“Tch. Fuckin’ Boy Scout, huh?”
“You expect me to remember everything you tell me? You said it was a long list.”
Mal’s eyebrows bounce up in a way that says,That’s fair. “You ready, Nancy Drew?”
“Yeah,” Rowan says once he’s typed out what Mal’s said so far. “So manhandling and being rough and shit, is that something you’d want all the time, or just when you’re in a certain mood?”
Biting the inside of his cheek, Mal takes a second to respond. “More often than not, yeah. Not really in this for tender shit.”
“’Kay.”
Rowan dutifully typesno tender shit, though he can’t help but think back to how Mal crumbled into him and let himself be petted and talked down at the end of the gangbang.
“I like impact play a lot. Crops ’n belts and all that are good occasionally or when I’m pretty deep in it, but I like regular slapping and spanking best.”
That gets Rowan to stop typing. “Yeah, you seemed pretty into it earlier.”
Mal bites his lower lip. Rowan’s eyes lock on to the plush lip when it springs back from his teeth slicked with spit.
“What can I say? You got big hands, man.”
It takes most of the willpower Rowan has left to not vault over the table and show him everything he can do with his big hands.
To his credit, Mal continues, apparently without the need to jump Rowan in the same manner.
“Bondage is a big one too.”
“What kinda bondage?”
“All of it—leather, ropes, cuffs. Collars. Chains sometimes. Either partial or whole body, but I’m not into any kinda gimp suits or shit like that.”
