I glanced at the door, then back at him. “I’m curious about… some of it.”
Stefan’s expression didn’t change, but I saw the shift in his eyes, the sharpening focus. “Then we take it one step at a time. Nothing more.”
“And if I decide I don’t like it?”
“Then like I said, we stop, and that’s the end of it. So you need a safeword, one that means that’s it, I’m done. Red, or your own name—you choose.”
I blinked. “My name? Why not yours?”
He chuckled. “Because how would I know ifStefanmeantstopordon’t stop whatever you’re doing? Whereas you aren’t likely to call out your own name. Does that work?”
I nodded. This was what I needed, to feel safe.
With him.
“I trust you.”
Stefan’s expression softened. “I know.”
And with that, the tension in my chest eased. It didn’t vanish, but it felt more manageable. I glanced at the door once more, then back at him.
“Okay,” I said, squaring my shoulders.
Stefan pressed the bell.
Here we go.
Rolf was in his fifties, maybe, with long grey hair tied back in a ponytail. He wore leather jeans and a vest, and it was plainfrom the way he and Stefan greeted each other that they were old friends. He shook my hand warmly.
“Everyone here knows about you,” he told me.
I wasn’t sure how to feel about that.
“No one here is going to judge you,” he added. “Feel free to watch, to ask questions… and above all, to enjoy.” He smiled. “We are all here to have fun, after all, however we choose to go about it.” He pointed to a door on the right of the hallway. “You can get changed in there, and we have plenty of hangers for clothing.” His eyes sparkled. “Leave your boots on.”
Stefan laughed. “Iwasgoing to tell him that part.”
Rolf patted his back, then went through the door ahead of us, through which I could catch muffled sounds that intrigued the hell out of me.
I followed Stefan into the small room, my hands shaking a little.
“Leave my boots on?”
He chuckled. “The whole apartment will be covered up. Black plastic sheeting everywhere. And as you can imagine, there will be a lot of fluids around—lube, cum…”
I laughed. “Ah. Now I get it.”
“Do I get to undress you?” he asked.
I let out a rough chuckle. “Sure, and then I’ll walk into that room with a hard-on.”
He laughed. “All the better to fill out that new jock you bought today.”
I removed my jacket, hung it up, and Stefan swiftly pulled my tee up and over my head.
“Pants on or off?”
I swallowed. “Off.” If I was going to do this, I’d do it right.