kinky || afi bdsm

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"In front of everyone."

I felt a chill run through my entire body. I scanned his face for any signs of joking but he was stolid.

"You kinky mother fucker." I repeated, not wanting him to see that he was having any sort of effect on me.

"What are you into, Charolette?" He asked bluntly, seriousness not wavering. His gaze was hardening, eyes growing darker.

I teased. "Mr. Irwin, that's hardly a question you ask a lady on the first date!" I was inclined to tell him, but keeping him on his toes was more fun. Let's see if he'll dance, I thought to myself.

"Oh but Charolette, the people have already spoken and the press has had their story. Now it's just you and me, darling." A devilish smirked played across his lips. "Don't you want to tell Daddy what makes such a pretty little girl tick?"

Oh he's good, I thought. "Very well, if that's what you want, then you start, Sir. I wouldn't want to scare you away."

I watched as his eyebrows raised. "Sir, huh? I like the sound of that coming from those lips." He was silent for a moment for continuing. "Well, you know about the daddy kink." Ashton paused to gauge my reaction. I know all too well what that subcategory is, so I nod.

"There really isn't much for me that's off limits. I've tried a lot, and the rest seems pretty interesting to be honest." He leaned forward and took a sip of water. There was another moments pause. "I only get into relationships that can uphold a lifestyle. I've been in many different types."

"Do tell." I mused, quirking an eyebrow up.

A soft chuckle tumbled from his mouth. "Most were dom/sub. I was in a couple vanilla hook-ups but they didn't last more than a few months. I was in one switch, but it wasn't really for me." He shrugged.

Good, I sighed to myself. I can't deal with anymore "I'm a mostly dom switch" people.

"What about you?" Ashton retorted.

"I've had some good and some bad, some vanilla and some kinky. Through them I've found that I am a little and I'm into pretty much anything except scat and bare feet." I let myself laugh and he joins.

"That's good to hear, Charolette. I'm not partial with those either." Things grew silent for a moment. I took a drink of my own water. This whole conversation got me thinking about all of my past relationships. Most were with douche bags that just wanted a good fuck or some free pot. Then I found myself staring the man sitting in front of me over. He had taken advantage of the break in the conversation to check his phone. He seemed like a good man, someone I'd be okay with my parents meeting.

He seems like someone I'd let beat the fuck out of me, if I'm being honest with myself.

"God, I just want to be bruised."

"Is that so, little miss?" Ashton chuckled.

I froze, not knowing I had said that aloud. "Um, maybe." I chuckled nervously.

"Now I'm intrigued." His gaze was fixed on mine.

"I mean, it's been so long since I've been piped that masturbation has lost it's fun." I brushed it off quickly, hoping he didn't catch my slip-up.

"This is very true, love." I watched as me moved himself closer to me, a hand resting on my lower thigh. "It's been several months since I've had a good scene myself. I've been looking for a pretty little toy to have my way with." His voice lowered and hardened as he closed the space between us even more. My eyes stayed fixed on his.

I could feel Ashton's breath on my neck connected our flesh. I inhaled through my teeth as he slowly started to suckle on the tender bruise he left the night before.

"Fuck," I cursed, moving my head to the side to give him better access. Suddenly, I felt a sharp sting on my inner thigh. My body jumped and I met his hazel orbs again. "What was that for?" I gaped.

"Little girls like you shouldn't be using such dirty words." His words were thick in my ear. I found myself only being able to nod in response.

Ashton drew himself from my neck and scanned over my face. I caught my lower lip between my teeth, squirming slightly in my seat. My thigh as still stinging and it was all I could focus on. I glanced down to the presumably red skin. His chuckle drew my line of sight up.

"Did someone like that?" He mused, his hand going back to the tender spot, his fingers digging in.

A gasp pushed out of my mouth before I could stop it.

Ashton laughed. "I'll take that as a yes. Oh if only you were mine, you'd be over my lap right now getting the day lights spanked out of you." He paused and looked over my body. "Or maybe you'd do better strapped face down to the bed, ass on display to me as I flog, or maybe cane you. Daddy loves the look of lashes, so systematic and organized."

I felt another chill run through my tensing body. His other hand was snaking around my waist and pulling me even closer to his firm form.

"Fuck I need that. I need to feel pain." I admit to him. "Quick story featuring me, I have been feeling quite sometime. Playing with myself doesn't do anything, exercising doesn't do anything, pot doesn't even do anything for me anymore." I give a stiff laugh and continue. "I know it sounds forward and I've only known you for a matter of hours, but I'd literally pay you to beat the fuck out of me. I want to feel something other than numb."

I look away when I finish, not wanting to look at the strange looks he's most likely giving me. Instead, I felt his arm tighten around my midsection.

"I understand that. I've been feeling pretty numb myself." I could tell this was hard for him to say. "But, I'm not going to pull a 50 Shades of Grey."

Despite myself, I laughed before letting him continue. "I agree, we don't need to play up to the stereotypes around the community."

"Correct. But, I really like you, Charlie. I would love to get to know you more. I would really like to have something with you." I caught a genuine smile dancing on his face as he closed in and touched his lips to mine. I moved with him, letting his tongue swirl gently with mine. Ashton's hand tangled into my hair and mine went to the back of his neck.

He pulled away. "God you're good. I haven't had a good kiss in months."

I smiled softly and pecked his lips one last time. I checked my watch and silently cursed. "Thanks. As much as I'd love for you to stay and chat, but I've gotta go to work."

"Oh of course. I'm sorry for keeping you." He apologized while getting up off the couch.

"It's okay. I work at the Panera on campus if you wanna come by later today. I can get you a discount." I wink before helping him get his coat and showing him to the door.

"I just might." Ashton smirked. I walked him out to his car as we bid our quick goodbyes. I watched as he drove away before going back up into my apartment and getting ready. There was a smile etched onto my face. All I could do was think about the man that was just sitting on my couch.

-

I know it's been forever and I know this is kinda short but hey its here.

I'm sorry for teasing you.

No I'm not.

Enjoy.

alli