Offer me her body completely? It didn’t mean she was submissive, of course. It just meant she liked pain with her pleasure and was confident enough in herself as a sexual woman to admit it.

Damn, that was attractive.

But something, some instinct based in the darkest, kinkiest side of me, told me that there was more to it than that. And I was determined to coax it out of her, to help her to explore her full potential. Whatever that may be.
I suddenly became aware of the silence in the room and realized that I hadn’t said anything in response to her confession.

I knew she’d fucking liked it. I’d known all along—her body couldn’t lie—but the fact she’d admitted it first to herself and now to me was progress. It didn’t mean, of course, that she’d throw herself to her knees in front of me and call me Master, but I hoped it meant she was up for some exploration. With me. At least I hoped with me and not bloody Peter, not that he gave off any signs of being anything other than vanilla, but hey, most guys could be persuaded.

No, it had to be me, and she obviously trusted me to have confessed that much. And I desperately wanted that trust to extend further—for her to allow me to help her to delve into the side of her that had secretly enjoyed the pain and to see how far that side went. Could she trust me with that pleasure?

“I would like to know more about it—more than a bit of googling will tell me—and most of all, I would like to understand why… Why I, um, liked it when you pulled my hair. I liked it a lot, how you made me feel, how you were with me.”

A bolt of triumph zinged through my body and I was glad she had her eyes closed so she couldn’t see the huge grin on my face. Not to mention the growing erection I was sporting. I straightened my face quickly and pushed my palm onto my cock, willing it to go down—for the time being, anyway. I suspected she’d now voiced the most difficult part of it for her, but I still didn’t want to scare her off. Not now we’d got this far.