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It started with a kiss.
Not the slow, soft kind that built gradually. This was urgent. Messy. The kind that crashed into her like a wave, stealing her breath and whatever self-control she might’ve had left.
Yalda didn’t know exactly what had triggered it, maybe it was the way Ioannis had looked at her earlier in the kitchen, his eyes burning with something tender but deep, or maybe it was the tension she’d been carrying all week after her period. Longing. The ache of desire blooming quietly inside her.
Whatever it was, it broke loose like a dam.
She reached for him without warning, tugging him down by the collar of his shirt and pressing her mouth to his with a hunger that surprised them both. Ioannis responded just as quickly, cupping her face, his kiss rough and searching. It was the kind of kiss that demanded everything. And she gave it.
They stumbled into the bedroom, lips fused, her fingers already tugging at the buttons of his shirt while his hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him. The tension simmered, it was dark and magnetic.
“You missed me today?” he murmured against her lips.
“Terribly,” she breathed, kissing him again. “It’s like I couldn’t breathe right without you.”
His eyes darkened. “Show me.”
She shoved his shirt off his shoulders and traced her nails lightly down his chest. He groaned low, reaching for her blouse and pulling it over her head. There was no rush, but there was no hesitation either. They knew each other’s rhythms by now, but tonight felt different. More desperate.
More raw.
He guided her toward the bed and bent her gently over the edge, his body pressed to her back. His hand traced a line up her spine, soft and slow. Then he gathered her wrists behind her and held them there. Firmly. Not painfully.
And something in her sparked.
Yalda gasped, not in fear or discomfort, but because of the thrill that surged through her. She hadn’t expected it, hadn’t known she would like it so much when he did it. But the moment he restrained her, her pulse spiked, and her skin lit up with sensation.
“Ioannis,” she whispered.
He paused immediately, releasing her wrists. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she said, breathless. “It just… caught me off guard. I—” She turned around, cheeks flushed. “I liked it.”
He blinked, then a slow, knowing smile curved his lips. “You did huh?”
She nodded slowly. “Yeah.”
Ioannis stepped back, taking her hand and guiding her gently to sit on the bed beside him. His fingers brushed a stray strand of hair from her cheek, his eyes never leaving hers.
“There’s a name for that,” he said gently. “Restraint play. There are lots of ways to explore things like that, if you want to.”
Yalda felt her heart skip. “Explore?” it sounded like fun.
He nodded, his voice low and careful. “Everyone has things they like. Fantasies. Desires. Some of them are physical, some emotional. We can talk about what excites you; what makes you feel safe, vulnerable, powerful, aroused. Whatever it is. We go at your pace.”
She hesitated, her heart thudding. “But what if there's nothing new to find?"
He shook his head.
“There's always something new to find.” He assured her.
Yalda’s throat tightened at how simply he said it, how gently. There was no pressure in his voice, no hidden expectation. Only sincerity. And it hit her then, how much he had given her without asking for anything in return. How much trust he deserved.
She had never really thought about it before, with Alexander, it was always about him. About what he wanted.
“Alright." She agreed quietly. "I'm in."
“You're amazing."
She smiled. “You always say the right things.”
“No,” he said. “I just tell the truth.”
She laughed softly. “So where do we start?”
“We start by talking,” he said. “We can try things slowly; different touches, positions, even roleplay or control dynamics. Nothing happens without your full consent. And if anything feels wrong, we stop.”
Yalda bit her lip. “I… I like the feeling of you being in control.”
She always liked it when a man took control, she liked being owned, as humiliating as it sounded, she liked it.
"I noticed." He smirked. "So, you like giving control all the time?"
She but her lip as she thought it through. She wasn't sure so she sat there staring back at him.
“Do you want to give it? Or have it taken?” he made it easier for her.
She stared at him, heat rising in her stomach. “Taken.”
His mouth curved in approval. “Then we’ll try it. When you’re ready.”
A pause stretched between them, and she finally said, “And what about things like… humiliation? Dirty talk?”
She always became more aroused when Alexander said dirty and humiliating words to her. They went straight to her core and stabbed at her most sensitive part.
Ioannis’s brow lifted slightly. “Do you think you’d like that?”
“I...do.” Her voice was small. She was almost embarrassed to say it out loud. "Just don't call me.... A whore."
That was different, that was painful.
He nodded slowly. “I wont. We’ll take our time. And you’ll always have the power to stop anything at anytime. Do you understand?”
Yalda leaned forward and kissed him, slow and sweet. “Yes. I trust you."
That night, they didn’t go further. They just laid together, limbs tangled, talking softly about fantasies and curiosity, about shame and liberation. There was something intoxicating about being seen so clearly, and still being wanted.
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