in the grate. Coll waited patiently as he watched various expressions cross Finn’s face. He appreciated the fact she was taking her time to consider his question before she answered it. After all in one was it was as big a proposal as one of marriage. Some might say bigger and equally as binding. It wasn’t something he’d ask lightly even if he had posed it a lot earlier than he’d intended.
“Do you mean it?” she asked eventually. She passed Depp to him and stood up to pace to the window and back.
Coll stroked Depp until the kitten stopped kneading the material of his—Coll’s—jeans. “Of course.” The cat settled down again and Coll waited for Finn’s next question. He decided she was the sort of person who wanted every little detail in place before she made any decisions.
“Why?”
I knew she’d want more. Coll considered his response. “That’s somewhat difficult to answer. I think there’s something between us we need to explore. You might not realize it but every inch of you shouts sub, and every part of my Dom shouts ‘mine’.”
She rolled her eyes and he bit back his immediate thought of, ‘sassy subs need punishing in the nicest possible way’. Instead he waited to see what reply she’d give him.
“Of course I understand I’m a sub if I’m anything. I’m not stupid. And that, Sir, is not sarcasm, just fact.”
He could have high-fived when she called him Sir. What a mass of contradictions she was, and he loved it. If they did get together properly, life was definitely going to be interesting. “I’m glad to hear it, kitten. And thank you for calling me Sir.”
Finn blushed. “It just sort of slipped out. You see, I read. Lots of books and lots about BDSM, both fiction and non-fiction. I know that if, and that’s a big if, by the way, I did decide I wanted to learn more personally, I’d be a sub. I have no desire to take charge in that way. Well”—she sniggered unexpectedly—“not unless my Dom—if I had one of course—asked me to. I do that enough in my everyday life. More than enough.”
That sounded positive. However Coll realized Finn hadn’t finished.
“Mind you,” she continued in a musing tone. “Do I want to learn about it in person? That’s the million-dollar question and to be honest, I’m not sure I do.” She sat down again and picked up her coffee mug. Depp immediately moved from Coll to Finn. If cats could give disapproving stares, Coll was damned sure Depp gave him one.
Damn and hellfire.
“Why not?” He wasn’t going to persuade her that deep down it was what she desired and needed. Not yet. She needed to admit it.
Finn bit her lip.
“Do not do that, kitten. The only marks on you will be mine.”
‘Fuck’ may be not the right thing to say now.
Finn stared at him and slowly put her bottom lip between her thumb and forefinger and pulled it away from her teeth. It was teasing, taunting and bloody sexy.
“I think it’s time you told me about your lifestyle, Coll,” she said seriously. “About Coll the Dom and what he expects from a sub. Why you think I’m the one and what you think I want and need.”
The relief that filled him was overwhelming and once more it was hard not to high-five or punch the air. Instead Coll counted to ten and forced himself to calm down. “Thank you, kitten.”
“Well, I’m not saying it’ll go anywhere,” she said in a warning voice, “but I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t interested, hypothetically anyway. I mean it’s one thing to enjoy reading about it and another to enjoy it on me, or whatever.”
“I understand that, kitten.” Oh, how he did. “Which is why if we do decided to explore what we’d enjoy together, we’ll take it at a pace that suits both of us. And on that note, I reckon there’s not a lot of point saying very much now as I think we’ll have the others here in a few minutes. All I will say is, I work with my hands.”
She looked puzzled. “I know you’re a
“Do you mean it?” she asked eventually. She passed Depp to him and stood up to pace to the window and back.
Coll stroked Depp until the kitten stopped kneading the material of his—Coll’s—jeans. “Of course.” The cat settled down again and Coll waited for Finn’s next question. He decided she was the sort of person who wanted every little detail in place before she made any decisions.
“Why?”
I knew she’d want more. Coll considered his response. “That’s somewhat difficult to answer. I think there’s something between us we need to explore. You might not realize it but every inch of you shouts sub, and every part of my Dom shouts ‘mine’.”
She rolled her eyes and he bit back his immediate thought of, ‘sassy subs need punishing in the nicest possible way’. Instead he waited to see what reply she’d give him.
“Of course I understand I’m a sub if I’m anything. I’m not stupid. And that, Sir, is not sarcasm, just fact.”
He could have high-fived when she called him Sir. What a mass of contradictions she was, and he loved it. If they did get together properly, life was definitely going to be interesting. “I’m glad to hear it, kitten. And thank you for calling me Sir.”
Finn blushed. “It just sort of slipped out. You see, I read. Lots of books and lots about BDSM, both fiction and non-fiction. I know that if, and that’s a big if, by the way, I did decide I wanted to learn more personally, I’d be a sub. I have no desire to take charge in that way. Well”—she sniggered unexpectedly—“not unless my Dom—if I had one of course—asked me to. I do that enough in my everyday life. More than enough.”
That sounded positive. However Coll realized Finn hadn’t finished.
“Mind you,” she continued in a musing tone. “Do I want to learn about it in person? That’s the million-dollar question and to be honest, I’m not sure I do.” She sat down again and picked up her coffee mug. Depp immediately moved from Coll to Finn. If cats could give disapproving stares, Coll was damned sure Depp gave him one.
Damn and hellfire.
“Why not?” He wasn’t going to persuade her that deep down it was what she desired and needed. Not yet. She needed to admit it.
Finn bit her lip.
“Do not do that, kitten. The only marks on you will be mine.”
‘Fuck’ may be not the right thing to say now.
Finn stared at him and slowly put her bottom lip between her thumb and forefinger and pulled it away from her teeth. It was teasing, taunting and bloody sexy.
“I think it’s time you told me about your lifestyle, Coll,” she said seriously. “About Coll the Dom and what he expects from a sub. Why you think I’m the one and what you think I want and need.”
The relief that filled him was overwhelming and once more it was hard not to high-five or punch the air. Instead Coll counted to ten and forced himself to calm down. “Thank you, kitten.”
“Well, I’m not saying it’ll go anywhere,” she said in a warning voice, “but I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t interested, hypothetically anyway. I mean it’s one thing to enjoy reading about it and another to enjoy it on me, or whatever.”
“I understand that, kitten.” Oh, how he did. “Which is why if we do decided to explore what we’d enjoy together, we’ll take it at a pace that suits both of us. And on that note, I reckon there’s not a lot of point saying very much now as I think we’ll have the others here in a few minutes. All I will say is, I work with my hands.”
She looked puzzled. “I know you’re a
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