Transaction

Devon's place

During the car ride back to Devon's place, I could feel his lustful energy grow. He places a hand on my thigh and slightly rubs it with his thumb. I thought to myself, "This is it. It's okay. Think about the money."

When we pulled in the driveway, he turned the car off. Then he turned to me. "Can I kiss you?" He asked.

I nodded. He placed a hand on the side of my face and leaned in. I kissed him back. It wasn't melting, like the last one. He pulled away. "Are you okay?" He asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Lie again and you'll be punished." His voice was stern.

I looked away. "I'm willing to have sex, but I'm not exactly... in the mood. But I'll do it anyway."

"Then we won't have sex. Easy. If you don't want it, we won't do it. That's how this works."

I nodded. He led me inside, opening my car door for me. Once inside, I sat in the couch. He sat next to me again. "How are you feeling?"

I thought about his threat before, and decided to tell the truth. "Scared."

He nodded. "Okay. How can I help you feel more safe?"

"I don't know."

He nodded again. "Okay. Would you like to go home?"

"No." I answered honestly. Even though my siblings were great, it was still a bit much. And, truthfully, Devon was great. He checked of all the boxes, and he proved himself to be caring today. I thought about how good he was with the kids, how nice he was in the car, and how kind he's being now. My mind flickered back to the list of kinks. I find it strange how a man so kind would be into domination, bondage, sadism/masochism, etc.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing."

He shot me a warning look. "Fine, I'm thinking about you."

He smiled. "What about me?"

My cheeks flushed. "Ooooh," he reacted to my blushing, "that kind of thinking."

My eyes went wide. "No, not like that. Just, like, how nice you are and stuff."

"Then why are you blushing?"

"I'm not!"

"Jesus, again with the lying."

"Fine; I am! Is that what you want?"

"What do you want?" He asked kindly.

The question stumped me. "I don't know."

He tilted his head. "You don't know. Think about the possible events that could play out now. Which one do you want to occur?"

I thought about it. I could yell at him more, I could tell him to yell at me more, I could kiss him, I could leave, I could ask if we could play board games, I could ask if we could watch TV. None of those seemed appropriate. "I don't know."

"Okay, that's okay. Do you know what I want to happen next?"

"You get to kiss my very kissable face?"

"Exactly."

I shifted in my seat. "I suppose I wouldn't be opposed to that."