Roomies

Chapter 10: Duncan vs. the Diffident Domme

"I'm not sayin' it's weird," Callie said. "Okay, it's weird, but it's not, like, that weird. Urgh! That's not the issue here!"

Duncan watched from the dresser as his flustered girlfriend dropped to her knees and leaned forward in order to be closer to him. Her left elbow landed on top of the dresser several of his feet away from him, the small thud it produced accompanied by a soft tremor under his feet.

Callie pressed her left cheek into her left palm, propping her face up as she looked down at him with a slightly frustrated expression. The attention was too much for Duncan, who lowered his head in an effort to hide the embarrassed blush on his own cheeks.

The well-manicured, pink-painted nail of her forefinger soon blocked his view of the dresser's surface as it slipped under his chin and gently tilted his head back to face her. The frustration had drained from her face, replaced by a more sympathetic expression.

"Hey," Callie said softly. "It's nothin' to be embarrassed about. I mean, I kinda already suspected you had a foot fetish. It's okay, seriously."

It had been hard for Duncan to tell her about his fetish, almost as hard as it had been for him to come to terms with having the fetish. But he couldn't deny that what he was asking for was something he wanted badly, so he worked up the courage to "out" himself to the woman he loved.

Callie's initial hesitance made him think that telling her had been a mistake. But now, his worries melted away as he found nothing but warmth in her eyes, a pair of kaleidoscopes of green mixed with reddish-brown staring into his soul and warming his heart.

"I'm not judgin' you," she continued. "I wanna give you what you want. I'm just worried, that's all. Like, it just doesn't seem safe, ya know?"

Duncan nodded.

"Yeah, I get that," he said. "But if you're careful ..."

Callie saw Duncan's nod and raised him a head shake.

"You want to go under my foot," she explained. "While I'm walking. Like, you don't see the problem here?"

Duncan held her gaze as she tried to stare him down.

"I seem to recall mentioning you being careful," he said.

Callie's right hand came back, its pointer finger once again extended. This time, however, it aimed for his chest, poking him with just enough strength to knock him on his butt. The finger stayed on his chest, gently pushing him onto his back. She then started making cute little swirls on his chest and stomach area, ruffling up his beige t-shirt.

"You can be a pain in the ass sometimes, ya know?" she asked with an affectionate smile.

The pressure of her fingertip traveling all over his upper body, rubbing him up and down in circles and figure eights, felt incredible to Duncan. It had only been two weeks since Callie and he started dating, and in that span, almost every time she touched his body had become an erotic experience for him.

But he had to focus. She wasn't going to use this tactic to win this argument. Not this time.

"Only when something is important to me," Duncan answered. "And, you know, the rest of the time, too, I guess."

He grabbed the sides of her fingertip and tried to lift it off. It didn't move at first, Callie's surprised face was a clear sign that she wasn't registering his efforts yet. She was quick to recover, however, and she allowed him to push her finger away, pulling her hand away after her finger moved beyond Duncan's reach.

"Shit, that usually works," she said. "You really that serious about this?"

Duncan sat up and gave Callie another nod.