Scrupulous (An Affliction of Falling Novel Book 1) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Kristina Canady
hint of her channel perfume and appreciate her expensive silk blouse. This place is high end to the hilt, no child’s play involved here. What am I getting myself into? After that strange moment my friends shared at the diner that made me uncomfortable, a sneaking suspicion that something big was about to barrel towards me at full steam takes root.
Crowded around Samuels quaint living room, Ben sits perched on Steve's lap eager for Samuel to begin. Taking up residence on the lone, well-worn recliner, it is all that I can do not to roll my eyes at the big daddy Dom now dragging a kitchen chair in to join us, turning it around, and straddling it. Was Samuel hot as sin? Of course he was. But since he has taken on the role of close friend, confidant and is like a brother; I remain immune to his charms.
"First off, let’s skip the introductions and get straight to some definitions-" Samuel cuts his eyes to mine as I nosily clear my throat and interrupting his spiel. "Yes, Sorcha?" he grunts with a wicked glare in his eyes.
"Daddy, Sir- I am going to need some alcohol to go with this little talk." Jumping up from the warmth of my seat, I head to the sleek liquor cabinet to see what he had in stock. A true bartender to the core, his supply never disappointed.
"To start, that , is a brat." Samuel inclines his head towards me. Ben and Steven chuckle and I look over my shoulder and stick my tongue out at him. "Seriously, though. Sor, you are going to spend a great deal of time on your knee's being punished with an attitude like that,” Samuel sighs as if it were a lost cause.
"Yeah, that will be the day," I snort as my fingers lace around a fine red in victory. Palming up the opener, I quickly work the cork out with a 'pop' just as Samuel begins to explain what a Daddy, Master, Sir and Top are as well as the differences between them but how the terms can be interchanged based on preference and play. Steve is hanging on his every word and seems to be internalizing every morsel Samuel produces as evidenced by his posture and the squaring of his broad shoulders. He was definitely trying it on for size. After offering a glass to the others who politely wave me off, too engrossed to be bothered with libations; I make my way back to the cozy recliner with the bottle and a single glass. Samuel starts in on defining brats, subs, baby girls/boys and bottoms while I contemplate forgoing the glass and getting down to business with the bottle alone. Closing one eye and peering into the opening while considering my options, Samuel gives off his pissy sigh, breaking my concentration.
"Am I boring you already?" He aims his disdain at me as the longer hair that he keeps slicked back on top falls forward a bit, softening his appeal and eliciting a smirk from my own lips. His face hardens into that trademark glare of a master and I quickly cut it out and sip my wine so that he can continue; I don't want to get my ass spanked tonight... not ever for that matter. Tucking my feet under me, I intently tune my attention to teacher.
"Now, a switch is someone who identifies with being a Top and a bottom and can slip into either role pending their planned play or partner who they are wanting to scene with," Samuel continues on in a well-rehearsed fashion.
Ben's eyes light up. "Is it common to be a switch, how do you know?" Steve stiffens under the weight of Ben's question, clearly having always been a top himself.
"That really depends on the person and common is not something I care to use as a label in the kinky world. Labels and social norms are blurred. It really comes down to preference and the understanding/ communication you have with your partner. It is always encouraged to try new things on for size if it fits your fancy." Samuel winks and Steve turns a shade darker.
I take it someone isn't keen on the idea of his husband trying switch on for size. Momentarily, a fleeting sense of
Crowded around Samuels quaint living room, Ben sits perched on Steve's lap eager for Samuel to begin. Taking up residence on the lone, well-worn recliner, it is all that I can do not to roll my eyes at the big daddy Dom now dragging a kitchen chair in to join us, turning it around, and straddling it. Was Samuel hot as sin? Of course he was. But since he has taken on the role of close friend, confidant and is like a brother; I remain immune to his charms.
"First off, let’s skip the introductions and get straight to some definitions-" Samuel cuts his eyes to mine as I nosily clear my throat and interrupting his spiel. "Yes, Sorcha?" he grunts with a wicked glare in his eyes.
"Daddy, Sir- I am going to need some alcohol to go with this little talk." Jumping up from the warmth of my seat, I head to the sleek liquor cabinet to see what he had in stock. A true bartender to the core, his supply never disappointed.
"To start, that , is a brat." Samuel inclines his head towards me. Ben and Steven chuckle and I look over my shoulder and stick my tongue out at him. "Seriously, though. Sor, you are going to spend a great deal of time on your knee's being punished with an attitude like that,” Samuel sighs as if it were a lost cause.
"Yeah, that will be the day," I snort as my fingers lace around a fine red in victory. Palming up the opener, I quickly work the cork out with a 'pop' just as Samuel begins to explain what a Daddy, Master, Sir and Top are as well as the differences between them but how the terms can be interchanged based on preference and play. Steve is hanging on his every word and seems to be internalizing every morsel Samuel produces as evidenced by his posture and the squaring of his broad shoulders. He was definitely trying it on for size. After offering a glass to the others who politely wave me off, too engrossed to be bothered with libations; I make my way back to the cozy recliner with the bottle and a single glass. Samuel starts in on defining brats, subs, baby girls/boys and bottoms while I contemplate forgoing the glass and getting down to business with the bottle alone. Closing one eye and peering into the opening while considering my options, Samuel gives off his pissy sigh, breaking my concentration.
"Am I boring you already?" He aims his disdain at me as the longer hair that he keeps slicked back on top falls forward a bit, softening his appeal and eliciting a smirk from my own lips. His face hardens into that trademark glare of a master and I quickly cut it out and sip my wine so that he can continue; I don't want to get my ass spanked tonight... not ever for that matter. Tucking my feet under me, I intently tune my attention to teacher.
"Now, a switch is someone who identifies with being a Top and a bottom and can slip into either role pending their planned play or partner who they are wanting to scene with," Samuel continues on in a well-rehearsed fashion.
Ben's eyes light up. "Is it common to be a switch, how do you know?" Steve stiffens under the weight of Ben's question, clearly having always been a top himself.
"That really depends on the person and common is not something I care to use as a label in the kinky world. Labels and social norms are blurred. It really comes down to preference and the understanding/ communication you have with your partner. It is always encouraged to try new things on for size if it fits your fancy." Samuel winks and Steve turns a shade darker.
I take it someone isn't keen on the idea of his husband trying switch on for size. Momentarily, a fleeting sense of
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