At first Namjoon didn't want me to be alone with Jin, but I assured him I was fine, and Yoongi vouched for Jin's integrity. As I laid on the bed, I basked myself in the warmth of the blanket and the feeling of his hands gliding over my skin.
I was on my right side, my head on a pillow and Jin's arm was underneath, his body pressed right up against me. His hand was running smoothly back and forth over my arms, and occasionally over my stomach. I kept my eyes closed but, when I felt his arm wiggle slightly, I realized his hand was within reach of mine. I moved so I could grab it, holding it closer to my face.
With bravery I didn't know I had, I placed a kiss on the back of his hand, and kept a tight hold on it as I spoke. "Thank you."
"It was my pleasure, thank you for letting me participate. It has been a very long time for me."
"Me too."
"That surprises me if I'm being honest."
"Why's that?"
"You host play events." He explained. "And Yoongi told me that you all alternate weekends and have very intimate private events or parties where you go beyond what you can do in a public place. I guess with having such an active role in the life style, the fact that you don't play often is just surprising."
I paused before I spoke. I knew the reason why I didn't play often was a valid reason, but sometimes I felt stupid saying it out loud. When I hesitated in response, Jin spoke again.
"You don't have to tell me." He said. "I don't want you to feel like you owe an explanation, I juts was surprised by it, is all."
"Well it's not really a secret." I told him. "Just, saying it out loud sometimes makes me feel stupid."
"No reason you could give me would make me think you are stupid." He said curling me into him a little more.
It felt so good.
There was just no denying it.
Being in the warm embrace of a very attractive, sweet and caring dominate man, was indescribable.
So I felt a little extra brave, and let out a sigh.
When I did, I moved to turn my body to lay on my back. He let go of his grip, allowing me to turn but stayed where he was so we could see one another.
"I love the scene part." I started. "And when you start off in this lifestyle you have to play with different people to really experience what you like. You never know what you like unless you do. But when you have been involved for as long as I have, you know what you like. I know what I like. And when I play, I want to play with someone who doesn't go home to someone else."
I locked eyes with him, and he raised his hand to touch my face, his thumb softly strumming across my cheek. " You men an actual partner. Romantic, sexual, life partner."
"Yes." I admitted. "I don't want a vanilla relationship." I continued. "Don't get me wrong, I like vanilla sex. But usually those who are fully vanilla, don't exactly want to mix it up like we do. So when I play with someone, I want to have that intimate inner connection with them to. Plus, I can very easily hit subdrop if I don't have the right after are."
"I hope you don't go into subdrop now." He said, his eyes concerned.
I smiled, to reassure him. "Our scene would have had to be much more intense than it was in order for me to be worried about it."
He nodded. "For the record I don't think that is stupid at all. In fact, I agree. I would much rather play with someone who is my life partner than just with anyone anytime."
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The Playroom
FanfictionGypsy thought she'd never meet a Dom soft enough to handle her brattiness or tough enough to make her bend. But she was wrong. WARNING: if you do not like the BDSM lifestyle do not read this story. Disclosure: I do not ship the members in real li...