His thoughts are already beginning to scatter wildly, displaced by the rising wave of his still-uncertain desire, but he knows the question is important. "Presuming this is what we discussed a few weeks ago?" He lets the memory of it, of that night, lead him to some kind of equilibrium--even if it's only temporary. "You demonstrating how powerful that routine of yours makes you feel, putting your clientele in their place? In that case..."
Darlington trails off, considering. Looking from Alex's face to the crop, to the shoes, and back again. He lets out a faintly shivering breath. "You can go harder than you treated that frat boy at the club," he says. "A little...more. Nothing that'll leave a permanent mark, obviously, but we'd discussed restraints. A blindfold, you laying a couple strikes across my ass with that crop. Putting me on my knees."
There's something surprisingly heady about the act of saying it, laying it out in those simple words. He bites his lip, glancing down at the bouquet still in his hands. "Having me get friendly with your shoes."
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Date: 2020-01-24 10:25 pm (UTC)Darlington trails off, considering. Looking from Alex's face to the crop, to the shoes, and back again. He lets out a faintly shivering breath. "You can go harder than you treated that frat boy at the club," he says. "A little...more. Nothing that'll leave a permanent mark, obviously, but we'd discussed restraints. A blindfold, you laying a couple strikes across my ass with that crop. Putting me on my knees."
There's something surprisingly heady about the act of saying it, laying it out in those simple words. He bites his lip, glancing down at the bouquet still in his hands. "Having me get friendly with your shoes."