One
“You have questions,” Zerrin begins as she makes us English tea, “I hope I have answers.”
Ian and I stayed with Nick and Zerrin last night. Whitney went home to her apartment after she was done with her tasks. We stayed up until the wee hours talking about politics, pop culture, and music.
Nick and Zerrin didn’t come off as pretentious hipsters who thought they knew better than everyone. In fact, they were really down-to-earth. They got on like an old married couple. They teased and joked with each other. They finished each other’s sentences.
And that love they had….I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it. It was like they both worshipped the ground the other walked on. They remind me a lot of…us.
When I finally got to meet their baby boy, Pietro, I saw firsthand how devoted they were to him. Pietro was the perfect combination of the couple – he had Nick’s light eyes and Zerrin’s full lips. He’s going to be a heartbreaker when he gets older.
Today, Zerrin and I will have some private one-on-one time before I’ll meet with Nick later tonight. I plan to meet with Whitney tomorrow. “I have a ton of questions,” I begin, “how did you know you wanted to go into BDSM?”
“Well,” Zerrin sets out a variety of appetizers for us to nosh on. “I’ve always been a bit kinkier than my previous partners. I’ve always wanted to explore and try new things. One night when I was trying to masturbate, I looked up some porn and ran across BDSM. I was hooked. I wanted to try more, explore more, do more.” She sets out plates. “Nick made this for us to enjoy.”
I look down at the table and see a wide range of Italian treats of cheese, salami, and olives. There are two bottles of wine and if I wasn’t in the mood to drink, there was club soda with lime. No wonder He’s called Saint Nick.
“What have you done so far in your BDSM journey?” Zerrin asks me.
“Well,” I clear my throat, “I’ve done bondage, which I really love. Um, orgasm denial which I kinda love and kinda hate. And I’ve done sensory deprivation.” I try to remember the basics of it. “That’s about it.”
“Did Master Ian go over hard limits and soft limits?” She asks.
I quickly nod. “He gave me a list of things to see if I would be interested in and a contract to sign once we’re done here.”
“It’s not legal and binding. It’s just something you both are aware of as you participate with more play sessions.” Zerrin slowly chews on an olive. “Don’t be alarmed by it.”
“Did you have a contract with Saint Nick?” I ask and she nods.
“We did before but once we became serious, that contract went away. There was no need for it anymore. Nick knows where we are and where we stand in our relationship. We’ve had our ups and downs and we briefly separated for a while, but I don’t think divorce was ever an option.”
The news surprises me. They seemed like a couple who would never leave each other. “I didn’t know that. I’m so sorry for the intrusion.”
“No, we’re open about it now. We had to work through our issues. We went to therapy and we’re more communicative with each other.” She reveals a warm smile. “Plus, having Whitney around helps.”
And there’s that elephant in the room… “Regarding Whitney…?”
“I know how it looks,” Zerrin nods, “she’s not Nick’s girlfriend nor is she our girlfriend. She’s His submissive. She allows Him to do things I just don’t want to do.”
“May I ask what?”
Zerrin briefly looks up and contemplates how badly she wants to scare the shit out of me, I just know it. “She likes it when Nick is rough with her.”
“Rough?” I reply. “Like choking?”
“More than that.” Zerrin calmly replies and she’s okay with that shit? “I’ve tried it once and realized it wasn’t my thing, but I encouraged Him to continue it with Whitney if that’s the release He needs.”
“And they don’t…?”
“Nick is respectful to our vows and so is Whitney,” Zerrin adds, “she is seeing someone.”
It’s not a threesome; it’s a foursome. I think I’m more confused than ever. “Oh wow.”
“Don’t worry if you don’t understand it,” she replies, “it’s not for you or anyone else to understand.”
She’s damn right about that.
“Let’s talk about whatever sexual issues you may have,” she begins, “are you okay with everything in bedroom so far with Ian?”
“I’m more than okay. It’s been wonderful. He’s been very gentle with me and completely respectful. I need to learn how to deep throat but I’m daunted by Ian’s size,” I begin, “each time I try to go deeper, I end up gagging.”
“You need to learn how to relax. Practice sticking things in the back of your throat until your gag reflex relaxes. It’ll take some work but it’ll help you in the long run. Use your fingers, then other objects. Don’t worry you won’t choke.” Zerrin’s voice was smooth as melted butter on a warm biscuit, “it’s not a race to the finish. It’s like eating a lollipop when you were little. You didn’t rush to finish it. You wanted to enjoy it as much as you could, right?”
She’s right. The difference is, however, I only dealt with Tootsie Pops. I never had to deal with one the size of a cucumber. “I guess I need to watch more porn and get an idea.”
“Porn helps,” Zerrin nods, “but I think watching another couple will also help you.” She softly blinks at me.
Is she…? Am I going to…? Oh shit… “Huh?”
“I need to ask Sir if it’s okay with Him, but I don’t see why He would turn down a teaching moment.” She softly smiles. “Would you and Ian be okay watching us?”
My mouth felt cottony and I swallowed a few times. Zerrin is the epitome of God Herself with her long braids, dark skin, and thick but toned body. Nick, with his Mediterranean devilish looks and muscular frame, would make any woman drop to her knees.
And I get to watch them fuck? Oh hell yeah! “I wouldn’t mind. I doubt Ian would, either.” I quietly reply though I’m totally marking the hell out inside.
“It’ll be intense,” she quietly poured the tea, “you might have to watch us a few times to get the idea of what it’s like being a submissive to a Dom. It’s nothing like you’ve read in the books and seen in the movies. There’s a lot of power exchange that has nothing to do with sex. In fact, sex is a very small part of it.”
It sounds intriguing, I’ll silently admit. It still sounds very daunting. “I get the feeling this wouldn’t be the first time Ian has participated in BDSM like this.”
Zerrin softly chuckles and places petit fours on small plates for us. “What has Ian told you about his past?”
I slightly shrug. “The generic. Many partners, threesomes, he’s dabbled in BDSM.”
Zerrin’s eyes sparkle with intrigue. “Dabbled, huh?”
My eyebrows rise. Oh? “He lied about his BDSM involvement?”
“This is probably not my place to say but I’m willing to take the punishment because I’m looking out for your best interest,” Zerrin hands me the plate of treats, “Ian’s considered one of the best Doms in the world, Dominique. If you want to get technical with it, he’ll be considered within the top five.”
If I wasn’t sitting down, I would’ve fell off any seat. The top five? Oh Em Gee.
It explains why Ian didn’t tell go into great detail about his sexual history. He probably didn’t want to scare me. To be honest, I might have been a bit intimidated but I think I would’ve gladly gone along for his hard and thick ride. When I am not horny?
So much I want to ask. So much I want to explore! I loved it when Ian tied my hands behind my back as he fucked me from behind. I loved it when he slapped my ass. I love he wants to teach me more things about my body.
I want him to pull my hair (for real, this time), lightly choke me, tie me up, spank me until my ass is nice and pink, and force-feed me his cock until I gag. I want him to take me to the brink of an orgasm, only to deny me of it because I need to be taught a lesson. I want to watch more couples. I want other couples to watch us.
Okay, I think I need to change my name from Domi to Horny because apparently, this is a new me.
As all of this is running through my mind, I politely take a bite of one of the petit fours and softly chew it as the chocolate cream melts in my mouth. “Oh, I see.”