"How can you drink coffee this late in the afternoon?"
He smiled. "What do you mean?"
"When I drink coffee, it keeps me awake at night. How are you drinking it so late?"
"It's only three o'clock..." He took a sip.
"Isn't coffee just... bean juice?"
"What?"
"You put beans and water together. It's just bean juice."
"...better than leaf water." He chuckled, looking at her tea. She smiled despite herself. She was trying to act like she was mad at him, but she wasn't entirely sure why. Suddenly his face went blank. "How have you been?"
"I've been alright. School's been keeping me busy. I... found another guy, but... it didn't work out..."
He looked away. "That's good."
"How is that good?"
"I mean...! I'm sorry that happened to you. I... I don't know why I said that."
"I think that's a lie."
He sighed. "Maybe... I want you..."
"Why would you want me? I thought BDSM wasn't your thing."
He went silent. "I was wrong to get mad at you. But actually..." he sipped his coffee and searched for the right words, "I was mad at myself. And I took it out on you. And I'm sorry for that."
She blushed and looked at her lap. "But you didn't take it out on me. You were just telling me how you felt, and that you weren't sure if this was your kink. That's alright. But..." she fidgeted, "it must actually be your kink, since..."
They both fell silent in this public space.
"When I told you how I felt, I was feeling something I'd never felt before. When you deny me... my brain goes quiet. I can't think. Everything I have is focused on you, and what you're doing. And I just want..." He paused, trying to find the right words, "I just want you to use me. Like I'm an object. And... that scared me. That my brain would go blank like that, and that I would trust someone so much. I didn't think that it was right."
She nodded. "But you must feel differently now."
"I do. I... to put it lightly, I've missed it... and I've missed you."
She sighed. "I've missed you too."
There were quiet for a moment, and she let the quietness drape over them, allowing their longing to be felt by the other person. He missed her. Why did that surprise her?
"I... I think I want to play BDSM some more. And I think I want you to be my dom."
She looked up at him. His hands were on his coffee. She reached out to touch his hand, and he opened it up to her, and allowed her to kiss his fingertips.
"I would love to." Her voice was warm, soothing, confident, and kind. She didn't know she possessed that voice. She liked it.
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She tied his wrists to his ankles, leaving him extremely exposed. She disregarded his dick and immediately brushed her fingers against his hole. "You've been keeping this busy, hm?"
He swallowed and nodded, looking at her hopefully. She lubed up her fingers and his hole and slowly pushed in her fingertip.
"Oh my god..." she felt breathless. "You're pulling me in."
He sighed and moaned. He was so tight and hot. She was going to fuck him. Slowly she prodded another finger, and was amazed by how easily he took her in. She curled her fingers and found his prostate. He groaned, taking her in more, until her fingers were as deep as they could go. His cock was hard and veiny, even a little purple, and she hadn't even touched it yet. She slowly pulled her fingers out until just the fingertips were in, listening to him groan a small "nooo..."
"Does it feel empty now?"
He moaned and nodded.