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“Let’s do BDSM, kitten.” Everything inside me paused. Even my pussy. Even my thoughts. Even the cum still dripping from between my legs. “Huh?” I blinked up at him, blinking rapidly like my brain needed to reboot. “Wait, BDSM? No. No, Damon. I’m scared. I’ve seen those videos. There were ropes. There were clamps. There were people hanging from ceilings and crying in leather and kneeling on tiles like they were auditioning to be furniture. I’m not ready to be a nightstand.”

she said and I felt a rush of heat pool in my stomach and I’d have squeezed my thighs together if I wasn’t standing. “Isn’t that like bdsm?” I asked and she shook her head. “No. Far from it. Bdsm kind of involves a sub and a dom and a lot of other things. This is just different,” she muttered and I hummed, all the wheels in my brain turning. “Here. Lingeries,” Shay pointed out and I stared at the section filled with different lingeries, shapes, sizes and colors. I licked my lips. “Where can I get the cuffs and blindfolds?”

“Sorry. I thought you’d bolt from the start.” “Did you want me to?” He sipped his drink. “Answering that takes some explaining. BDSM—it’s a game, but a serious one. Then you walked into my class with a vibrator on you, while edging you without knowing I was doing so, made me upset.” “I didn't plan to,” I said defensively.

laughing breathlessly as he said… “well truth or dare has never been this fun” Then there was Sadie…laying in between them, breathless and trying to comprehend what just happened. Brook smirked faintly as ge brushed his thumbs against her thigh “Game’s not over yet” Sadie laid there…lost in thoughts…wondering…”How the hell did I get myself into this.”

For the first time, it dawned on me that they had been talking about something else all this time. "BDSM is someone?" I asked, my words sounding barely audible. The others quickly averted their gaze from me, and I wasn't feeling comfortable anymore. "No, the fuck. BDSM is sex. Hardcore sex that deals with pleasure and pain. It fully stands for bondage, discipline, or domination—sadism and masochism." My lips dropped open, shock evident on my face, eyes widening with shock, cheeks burning red as I stared at Syra. Her face looked serious—she wasn't joking.

She typically said, as long as the partners loved each other. We both had a basic understanding of what BDSM was when we started talking to each other about it. We found out that we both respected that form of love making, because if you like that kind of stuff and if it is done with someone you trust, it can be a special experience. We had both seen BDSMs in hentai like night shift nurses or the ton of bandage-tagged doujins out there. It was also the basis of one of the eroge's she let me play on one of her flash drives, which a hentai was based off of.

Bella’s eyes widened, and her hand trembled slightly as she brought it to her chest, feeling a sudden heaviness. She stared at Damian, her expression a mix of shock and intense curiosity. ‘W-what?” Her voice wavered. Damian’s gaze softened, understanding the effect of his words. “As you know, BDSM is a sexual disorder. His sexual disorder... it’s connected to his traumatic past,” Damian explained, his tone gentle yet firm. “Please, tell me more. I want to understand,” Bella urged, her voice eager yet cautious.

Liam grinned. What would the media think of me being here as a “married man”? The thought quickly came but I brushed it off. “Okay, so, for this evening only, we offer a mix of BDSM activities” she went over to our table and handed each of us a pamphlet. “Here are the basics of it; if you're looking for more, here's some information that might help you choose” “Sure” I mumbled. “I hope you enjoy it and come back if you need anything else” she offered us a shy smile before walking away from us, her hips moving along with every movement. Liam and I looked at each other, both having different thoughts.

I nodded slowly, as I started to feel a little uneasy about the situation. "So, the thing we are doing right now is," he continued, leaning forward slightly. "BDSM. Bondage. Dominant. Submissive. Masochist. Sadist. It's a form of erotic power exchange where one partner takes on a dominant role, controlling the other partner's actions and movements through various forms of bondage or restraint.

"And what does that mean?" "Do you know what BDSM means, love?" She looks at me with two dilated blue pupils and denies it with her head, completely surrendered. "It means Bondage, Discipline, Domination, Sadism, Submission and Masochism. I think you already know some of these words." I say, and she shakes her head again. I smile. "Is there anything you don't know? "I tease, curious to know to what extent the drink has entered her system and how much I'm going to find out about it.