Stall

Chapter 82.

Harrys lips quirk, his expression looking like he enjoys the fact I've only done those things with him and he crouches down in front of me, placing the bag on the floor, and rests his hands on my knees.

"Want me to explain it to you?" he asks, wetting his lips as he gives my exposed body a once over and back to my face "You may be the one that knows all about feelings, but I know sex, it's one of the few things I understand very well"

I can't argue with him there, he knows more about the things I like than what I do, and I can't say I really understand when why I do the things I do with him have the effect on me that they do.

I nod, becoming more intrigued on where he's going with this.

"Well.." he begins, and starts urging my legs apart with his hands on my knees "Plainly, it's just called having kinks love, certain things that excite you that are unconventional for what most consider 'normal' when it comes to sex, different people have different kinds - they're perfectly normal though, and I've been slowly figuring yours out since I met you, I had a feeling about what you'd like and I'm very glad I was correct - you were just unaware you even had them"

I watch as he spreads my legs further apart, trying to absorb what he's saying, and he darts his eyes down to my heat he's now exposed, licking his lips before flicking his eyes back to mine "But I like helping you figure them out. Like the day I bent you over the car, and smacked your ass with my belt until you were dripping - But it's the relationship between us that made that a turn on for you, the situation and circumstances surrounding it"

He leans down to trail kisses up my thigh as he smooths his warm hands up both of them to rest on my hips "There are people that are masochists, that get off on just the pain with that sort of thing, but that's not you. It's all mental, it's a power play, relinquishing control - it's about the trust" he murmurs against my skin, reaching the top of my thigh and pulling back to look at me.

"Doing something dangerous, something reckless - sinful but knowing that you're safe, that I would never do something without your permission, that I wouldn't hurt you" he pauses, lifting a brow at me as he smirks "In a way you didn't enjoy, that is"

"How do you know so much about all of this?" I ask, inhaling sharply when he trails his hands up my stomach, ghosting them over my breasts and back down again.

"Google" he says simply and I smile at him, but decide not to tell him about the time I tried to google all of this and how much of a turn that took.

"Even though I'm the one being aggressive and in control, which is what turns me on, in those situations - it's only because you let me" he explains further, reaching down to grab the bag on the ground "You're actually the one with all the power, because it stops when ever you say so. And that's exactly how it should always be, strictly consensual. That's why getting you to use your words has always been so important with me, making sure nothing happens that you don't truly want or aren't okay with"

I'm starting to understand more now, and it's becoming more fascinating the more he talks, realising that all of this, has to do with my mind more than my body, it's like learning about an entirely new side of yourself you didn't understand your whole life.

"The first clue about how things work for you was when you told me, you hadn't been with anyone outside of a relationship that first night" he says, opening the draw string to the bag and raises his brows at me and I look at him surprised.

"That's how I knew for you, it wasn't about the physical side of it, there's people that can do this sort of thing with any random person, but that wouldn't work for you - you need that trust there, that bond, the emotion behind it - that's what turns you on with it, and as much as I denied it to myself, that spark and connection we had with each other that night is what got you off on how I was behaving with you" he reaches his hand into the bag, sinking to rest on his knees, and my heart hammers in my chest when he reaches in and pulls out two sets of black fabric and leather cuffs, and drops the bag back to the floor.