Page 10 of Gemini

“Are you—you going to do anything that would mean I should give someone your location.”

“No, but—”

“Then I don’t need to tell anyone.”I understood, it was a good practice to tell people, but I didn’t want everyone knowing my business. “Plus, this is the most exciting thing to happen to me like all month.”

“You’re a little reckless, aren’t you?” he asked.

I’d never been called reckless before, and I’d never even thought of myself as someone who didn’t think of every single scenario before doing something, so it made me chuckle a little, stifling it behind my hand. My small bag falling from my shoulder to my rm.

“I like that,” he added. “You planning on staying the night?” He tugged at the bag.

“I mean, it’s—”

“You can,” he said. “I’d never kick anyone out after midnight.”

Once more, I found myself biting my smile. “Then I guess we have to make it past midnight.”

“If we manage to get upstairs. People might think we’re loitering if we stay out here in the lobby,” he said, placing a hand behind my back and encouraging me toward the elevator.

I never engaged in so much risky behavior before, but there was something about Oscar that made me want to. It made me want to strip naked, lay on my chest, ass in the air and pulling my cheeks apart to splay my hole like I was ready for him whenever he needed me. That specific scenario was from a vivid sex dream once, and I’d clung to it.

As we got in the lift together, I looked at our reflections in the mirrored surface. He reminded me of one of those large orcs, except he wasn’t green or wearing a loincloth. But compared to me, in height and muscle mass, he was basically an orc, and I was absolutely ready to have my ass raided like I’d been kidnapped and taken to some foreign planet.

Oscar timed his words perfectly, synced up to my thoughts. “Do you have any kinks?”

Saved by the ding of the elevator opening, I didn’t know what my kinks were, at least not in a way I could verbalize. “Um. I—what kind of kinks do you have?” I asked, stepping out of the elevator.

His eyes looked over me and he licked his lips. “I’m looking at it,” he said. “My place is just down the hall. Number three.”

“Aren’t you—”

“I wanna watch you from behind.”

I didn’t know if I had a weird walk, so I went ahead, nervous and self-conscious of my body. It wasn’t like anyone had mentioned my ass before, it was a regular ass. Nothing special. But perhaps a little special given the fact that Oscar was interested in going for a second round with me.

Oscar opened the door and inside, it was spacious and smelled like vanilla. There were definitely more than one room here, and it made me so happy. A separate place to cook, to sleep, to play video games. “Wow.”

“I figured we’d have a little fun, and then some more fun, and then after all that fun, we could grab something to eat. I’ll order, I don’t think I’d have the energy to cook.” Oscar walked in ahead of me, stepping closer to bridge the gap.

A dream. This had to have been a dream. “A little fun,” I repeated his words.

Oscar slipped a finger under the bag on my arm. “Or a lot of fun. The level of fun is really up to you.” He lifted it away, taking it off me. “What do you have in here?”

“Like, a—” I tried taking it back off him. “Change of underwear, some lube, and a little plug I bought but I haven’t tried it out yet. It’s got like this setting in it that acts like a night light. It’s probably more of a weird gimmick that does work than a—”

He placed his free hand behind my head and kissed me. “You don’t have to be nervous,” he said. “But I need to see this light show from your ass.”

His kissed quietened the voice in my head, the one that was screaming all the words out at me in a nonsensical order. “Ok.”

Oscar too me down a hallway, showing me the apartment briefly. “You already saw the living room,” he said on the tour. There was a nice kitchen, a gorgeous bathroom, and opposite it, his bedroom. “My roommate, Sam, has the other room. Don’t worry though. He’s not in and won’t be all night. So, you can make as much sound as you want.”

“So, you didn’t say what you were into,” I said, looking at his room. The double with pots, perfect for cuffs or rope, and his sheets, looked soft. I sat at the foot of his bed, rubbing my hands across them. I wanted them to embrace me.

“You,” he said, placing my bag beside him. “I’m into you.” He held my face at the chin, puckering my lips with his thumb. “But you didn’t tell me what you’re into. And you can’t say me, say something else.”

I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. I didn’t know how much of myself to reveal. “I like to—to—to be dominated.”

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