Her Heavy Cross

Chapter Sixteen

"I don't know. I can't."

"I promise not to laugh."

"Or think I'm weird?"

"Unless it's necrophilia. That's probably over the line for me."

I made a face of disgust. "Well, it's not that." I drew in a deep breath. "I don't know. I like heaps of things. Some things are kind of BDSM, but not really. Others would be like a Daddy kink, but I don't like using that word. Some things are not that out there. It's just rough sex."

Liam was breathing hard. "Tell me more."

"I like hair pulling, as you have probably noticed" Liam chuckled at this and agreed. He kept massaging and washing my hair. "I like being told what to do, but in the bedroom only, I don't want it as a lifestyle. I like being called names, some degrading. I want to feel like the guy I'm with is strong enough to control me and own me in bed, but I don't want to always give in easily."

Liam tapped my bottom, indicating I should stand up. He got in front of me and guided my head under the water, tilting it back. I closed my eyes, and Liam started rinsing the shampoo out. "So I was right when I called you a brat last night."

"Yeah, probably." I conceded. Then I continued and couldn't stop talking. It was like a dam had burst, and it flowed out of me, shame retreating. "I like some pain, not whips, but I like spanking and light choking. I don't really like blindfolds, but I'm not against it. I like being tied up, not just with silks or fluffy handcuffs, like proper bondage tied up. I don't like being gagged. I like teasing and being teased. I almost always need direct clitoral stimulation to orgasm. I like being in control sometimes, but not the whole time. I..."

"Ok, that's enough for now." Liam interrupted. "If you keep talking, I'm going to be wanting a round two." I looked at Liam, and he was very much on his way to being ready. "Do you shampoo twice?" He asked, not at all embarrassed by barring up. I was amazed again at how comfortable he was in his skin.

"Yeah, usually."

He turned me around and washed my hair a second time. "What about you? What do you like?" I asked.

Liam cleared his throat, "I tend to like being rough. I also like slow and passionate with the right partner. I've not done some of the things you mentioned, like the bondage stuff. I do like blindfolding my partner. I don't really like calling my girlfriend names. I'd rather praise them for the naughty things they do. I love watching a girl cum. I like the power in that. I'm not bothered by the Daddy thing, but I'd rather be called by my name. Call it the actor in me, but I like a bit of role-playing."

"I haven't really done much of that," I interrupted. "What kind of role-playing?"

Liam turned me around to rinse off. "A bit of the old student and professor," I smiled at that imagining the possibilities. "One-night stand scenarios, non-consent play, the 'oh no, please don't, but please do' game. Some name-calling in that scenario could be fun, actually." I nodded in agreement.

"Conditioner?" Liam asked.

"Yeah, then comb it through."

"I like doing this too. I like taking care of my girlfriend, spoiling her. Making her feel comforted and safe."

Liam got my comb and ran it through my hair. I thought he had definitely done this before because he started combing the ends first before moving up. Then I registered the implication of what he had just said.

"Did you call me your girlfriend?"

"Is that a problem?"

Part of me wanted to say no, I'm not your girlfriend; I just met you. Another part of me said it felt right.

"It's very fast."

Although I wasn't looking at him, I could imagine him shrugging before he said, "I know what I want, and I want you."

"You don't know me that well."

"Well, I know you're full of surprises. You're funny and kind. You don't seem to want fame or clout. In fact, that seems to be something you actively avoid, so I don't think I have to worry about you using me for a career. You have a career, and you're settled. Cole likes you. You're beautiful and sexy. You have amazing tits and a spankable bottom. And most importantly," I could hear the laughter in his voice when he finished with, "you're an excellent shag."

"Most important, huh?"

"Rinse," Liam ordered as he turned me around. "I couldn't decide if having amazing tits or being an excellent shag was the most important." He winked and finished rinsing my hair. "I feel like a 12-year-old saying this, but I've got to ask. Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"Let's just say we are exclusively seeing each other, with me being your girlfriend probably on the horizon."

"I can live with that." Liam bent down and kissed me on the nose.

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