September Fall. Jenny Plumb

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СКАЧАТЬ not what I wanted to say. But since you brought it up, you should know that I'm on the pill, in case the condom breaks." She was positive that they'd gone over that same conversation the first time they'd had sex, but it was good to check in.

      "Okay."

      Blushing, she looked down at her lap to confess the rest. Why was this so difficult? "I-I was hoping that you could…" she noticed him tense and lean back just slightly, "…uh… well. I'm kind of… kinky?"

      He leaned in again. "That's fine. I've done some kinky stuff. One girl I slept with was really into Fifty Shades. I tied her wrists with a tie and slapped her ass a few times while we did it. Is that the kind of thing you're talking about?"

      Sadie's eyebrows went up in surprise, but then she shook her head. "Not exactly. Fifty Shades is like… kink light."

      "Kink light?"

      She nodded. "Fifty Shades is like drinking a Bud Light when what you're really craving is a Guinness."

      "I've never had Guinness."

      "Really? It's my dad's favorite." She chuckled. "Actually, as far as beer goes, I much prefer the Bud Light, but for kink, I prefer something more serious than a few slaps."

      He frowned. "Okay, how serious are we talking?"

      "Do you have a belt?"

      He leaned away from her before nodding again.

      "That's what I want." Now that the initial confession had been made, it was easier to say the rest, but she couldn't maintain eye contact while she said it. "I could get on my hands and knees on the bed, and you could use your belt on my ass until it's bright red. Then you could take me from behind." Now that it was out there, she glanced up to see his expression. His furrowed brow and shaking head weren't promising.

      "I'm not sure I could do that. I don't want to hurt you."

      "Oh." Her eyes went back to her lap and she nodded while disappointment and shame washed over her. "Okay." She almost opened her mouth to say it was fine, and they could just have vanilla sex, but she stopped herself at the last second. Hadn't she told herself that she was going to finally get her needs met during sex? She turned back towards the table and said, "Then I guess we should finish lunch." She took a big bite of her hamburger, to stop herself from apologizing.

      She felt his hand on her knee, and her eyes went to his.

      "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound so negative, but you caught me off guard. The last time we slept together, you didn't say anything about kink."

      She swallowed and turned towards him again. "Well, I was tipsy. We both were. Kink and drinking don't mix, and besides, I… well, I've never told anyone about my kink before."

      "What about Garrett?"

      She shook her head.

      "Wow. Okay, so that means you've never actually tried it out?"

      She nodded.

      "So you might not even like it."

      "I guess that's possible." She thought about the time she'd hit herself with a belt and added, "But it's not likely."

      After a short pause, he said, "I'm willing to give it a try. I mean, I'm sure I can give you a couple of whacks, I'm just not sure about the 'bright red' part."

      A small grin grew on her face. A couple of whacks would be better than nothing. "Yeah?"

      His eyebrows furrowed. "You're not going to like… cry, right? Because that…"

      She snorted and chuckled. "Cry? No. I'm not going to cry. I might moan and beg for more, but I'm not going to cry." She pointed to her cast. "Having half the bones in my foot broken made tears leak out of my eyes, but I wouldn't say I 'cried'." She looked out the kitchen window and added, "Being told I'd never be a cheerleader again made me cry." Turning back to him, she said with confidence, "Emotions make me cry, not pain."

      He leaned forward even further, so their faces were inches apart. "Sure, I get that, but won't it be emotional for you to get spanked with a belt? Did your parents ever—"

      "No!" she quickly reassured him, taking his hand in both of hers. "Never. My parents are great. This isn't me wanting to relive some kind of trauma or fix some childhood issue. The idea of being punished with a belt just turns me on." Very suddenly, she realized what might have brought that question on. "Wait a minute. Would this be difficult or emotional for you because of your childhood?"

      "No," he said with confidence. "I mean, my dad did spank me a couple times when I was really little, but never with a belt. It will be difficult for me, because… well, because I don't like hurting women, I guess. But if you're getting off on it, then maybe I will, too."

      She glanced at the hall and said, "Should we go upstairs then?"

      "Yep." He stood and scooped her up into his arms.

      A small gasp of surprise came out of her as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. As he carried her to the stairs, she grinned and said, "I love how easy it is for you to pick me up."

      He grinned, too. "I love how tiny you are."

      "I'm not tiny," she protested as he reached the top of the staircase. "I'm five foot six."

      "Which means you're eight inches shorter than I am, and you're thin."

      She was about to point out that she was well toned, not thin, but he'd made it to his room, and she was distracted by the amount of football paraphernalia that surrounded them. There were four Seattle Seahawks posters on the wall, but everything else in the room was touting the team he played for, the Otters. Northern Oregon University had literally hundreds of Otters themed items for sale, and it looked like Adam had half of them. The bedspread, extra blankets, the lamp, the desk chair, the hoodie on the desk chair, and even the two actual footballs in the corner were the signature yellow and brown Otters' theme. And the things that weren't Otters' themed still seemed to be about football. There was an entire bookshelf full of trophies, medals, and photos from Adam's childhood football teams.

      "Wow," was all she could say as she took in the room. She'd always disliked the yellow and brown cheerleading outfits, and a room full of those colors was a bit jarring.

      "It's a lot, I know." He gently set her down on the edge of his bed and then went to close the door. "My dad got really excited when I got accepted to NOU, and he just kept buying stuff. Admittedly, I was pretty excited about it, too. Maybe we both went a little overboard." He walked over to his closet and slid open the door. He pulled out a hanger that had three belts on it. "This is all I have. Did you want to pick one?"

      "The brown one," she answered quickly. One of the two black belts was braided leather, and the other was shiny and thin. The brown one was almost an inch wide and looked more flexible.

      He took that one off and put the other two back.

      Just seeing him holding it as he walked to the bed made her horny.

      "How do you…"

      She pulled her shirt up and over her head, and he stopped talking. As she unsnapped her bra, she said, "I was hoping we could both be naked first."

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