I shouldn’t have been surprised when hecontinued, but I hadn’t been expecting the way he’d eased right into talkingabout some things. “I like not having to guess how to please him or what to do.I know that’s oversimplifying things, but it’s nice.”
I understood what he meant. When Dare wasin charge, all I had to do was follow instructions and that made everyonehappy. It was…liberating. “It feels good when you don’t have to worry.”
I found myself leaning into his touch, andI wasn’t sure what to do. Well, that wasn’t entirely honest. I knew what Iwanted, just not how to respond. Ryan either didn’t mind or didn’t noticebecause he just kept talking as he caressed back up my neck. “Do you think itwould feel better if we had to worry less?”
My expression must have shown him howconfused I was because he chuckled. “Okay, let me try that again.”
He paused for a moment, clearly rolling thewords inside his head. “I guess what I wanted to know was, how much control do youwant to give him, and do you think giving him more control would feel evenbetter?”
Hell if I knew.
“Um, I don’t…”
I was back to not knowing what to say. Inmy fantasies, giving my imaginary Dom additional control always made everythingmore erotic. When my imaginary Dom had faded and Dare had taken his place, thathadn’t changed.
I didn’t know how that would translate intothe real world, though. “Maybe?”
My indecision didn’t frustrate Ryan. Hechuckled and stilled for a moment before he lifted his hand off my neck and ranit over my head in a loving caress. That was a clear enough hint that I didn’tshy away from his touch when it went back to my neck.
I made a soft sighing sound and closed myeyes as he started the slow strokes again. Ryan made a quiet noise thatradiated pleasure. What made him happy? My admitting how much I liked histouch? Something else entirely?
I hated not knowing. But I knew I’d ratherlive with the unknown than ask a stupid question that chased him away, even fora few moments.
“I don’t think he’d mind taking more control.”Ryan seemed to understand I wasn’t just talking about Dare because as I peekedopen my eyes, I saw him smiling.
“Should we talk about it with him?” Ryan’svoice sounded eager.
I wasn’t so sure about that idea. Talkingwas hard when sales or money weren’t involved. “Text him, maybe?”
I wasn’t sure if that would be taking theeasy way out or not, but it felt better. Ryan chuckled again. “Yeah, that’swhat I meant.”
I sighed. “Once we text him, he’s going tobring it up in person.”
I glanced over again to see Ryan shrug. “Atleast we won’t be surprised. It’ll give us a chance to organize our thoughts.”
That was one way to look at it. “Okay.”
Hopefullyby thetime he brought it up again in conversation, I’d have figured out how to answerthe question. Hell, I wasn’t even sure what the options were. How much controlwould Dare want? How much would make him happy, and how much would just befrustrating? Once he had the control, would he make me wait for more or wouldhe want to jump right off the deep end?
I was hoping he’d want to jump right off.
What we’d done after my date with Ryan hadbeen incredible, but there was so much more I wanted. The careful touches andslow caresses had only made me more curious about bottoming. It’d never feltright to approach the subject with anyone else, but with Ryan and Dare it wasdifferent.
They made everything different.
“Do you think it would be…weird if he haddifferent levels of control over both of us?” Ryan’s mind had to be going athousand miles an hour for that question to have come out so easily.
“Um…” I only had to think about it for amoment. “No.”
He waited a moment, looking at meexpectantly, then grinned. “Why not?”
If Ryan wanted to talk, why did that mean Ihad to talk too? He could just ramble on and I’d listen. “Um…We’re differentpeople?”
That made sense, didn’t it?
Ryan smiled again. “Yep. No clones here.”
I shrugged.
