Jon Black's Woman by Tilly Greene Page A

and others, more
lifestylers than anyone else, prefer to rely on the Dom or Domme to
know their subs well enough to stop when they’ve had enough.” He
stretched out further and pulled her closer.
    Secured, safe, and cherished all
raced through her with many other emotions in the mix. Mentally, it
was a beautiful place to be, with him at her side. Physically, she
felt frisky as they started talking about BDSM. It was a more
serious conversation and she wasn’t sure why.
    “The SM, sado-masochism part, is all
about a person who finds pleasure in giving pain and the other in
receiving. I personally find no interest in either of those roles.”
As he talked in a calm, no-nonsense tone, one of his hands spread
across her belly. The pinky touched her mound. Only touched and
nothing else.
    “What about the domination? It
sounds like it would be harsh.”
    “Depends on how a person approaches
the scene.”
    “Wait, a scene? What do you mean?”
She liked to know every question she asked would be
answered.
    “A scene is when the people
involved, all of whom know the parts they’re going to play
beforehand, follow the agreed upon activities to their conclusion.
In other words, they play until everyone comes.”
    “Got it, now finish what you were
going to say about domination. Please,” she said the last word with
a big grin. She was demanding, but in a nice way.
    “Dominants can be as firm or gentle
as they want to be, it depends on how their submissives react.
Everyone is in it for pleasure and seeks out like minded partners
or, in this case, their opposites.”
    “I can’t see someone being nice as
they dominate another person.” She still found nothing intriguing
about BDSM and she was starting to worry if he was interested in
the sexual preference.
    “I dominated you earlier when you
opened your blouse for me while I barbequed.” He laughed softly and
reached up to pinch a nipple. Inhaling sharply, she took a second
to remember the conversation and struggled. All the lust his pinch
brought to the surface raced straight down to her pussy and robbed
her brain of thinking cells.
    As she breathed unsteadily, she
remembered how he’d asked her to uncover her breasts. Their
conversation at the grill replayed through her mind, she suddenly
gasped. Jon had told her the only reason she needed to unbutton her
blouse was because he’d asked. He had dominated her and she had
most definitely enjoyed it.
    “You did,” Molly told him, sounding
surprised. “Does it mean I’m a submissive?”
    “You certainly reacted like one. Did
you like unbuttoning your blouse no matter who might walk outside
and see your breasts, simply because I asked?” Jon released the
nipple and softly circled the areole.
    “I made my choice when I figured out
I didn’t care about what anyone else might think or see, except
you. I was turned on and wanted your touch.” She said nothing
except what was true for her.
    “I’d say you lean towards being a
sub, but it’s only a label. BDSM is only letters with definitions
attached. You do whatever makes you happy, is how I choose to look
at things. Some would call me a Dom and I’m fine if they do, but I
don’t call myself one. My kink preferences are to dominate my
partner, and also to bind them up and pleasure them.
    “Basically I’m a guy who enjoys
toys, gadgets, furniture…things to hopefully enhance and take
things to a new level. They are my tools to help make things more
fun. I never blindfold or obscure my partner’s mouth. I want them
to see everything and tell me how they’re enjoying themselves or
not.”
    For a second it sounded like he was
interviewing for a job, then she realized in a way he
was.
    “Do you want to dominate, bind, and
use your gadgets on me?” She wasn’t sure where the guts to ask the
question had come from, but she was proud of herself for doing
it.
    “Yes, but I’m not sure you know what
I’m talking about. I’ve made it sound nice, erotic and tied