“Yeah, I do. Maybe not right away or anything, but eventually, sure.”
“Cree told me that’s what you want, but I don’t get why.”
“Why not? I’m attracted to you. That usually leads to wanting more.”
Rocco shakes his head and furrows his brow, his face the epitome of confusion. He glances at me with suspicion.
“So, does that mean you want me to be your...your boyfriend?”
“I don’t really care what kind of label we put on it.” I have to stop myself from physically cringing from the very word. I can’t stand the labels vanillas use, but I’m willing to relax with the whole idea if it makes him feel better about it.
“But that’s what you want, right?”
“If you want to be really blunt about it, yes. The specifics are different for every relationship between a dominant and a submissive. Whatever you want to call it, I want you to give me the control. I make the decisions, and you do what I tell you to do. I’ll tell you what I’d like, and you tell me what you’d like. Hopefully, we’ll have enough common ground to make something of it.”
“What if we don’t?”
“I guess we go our separate ways.”
“You wouldn’t want to tie me anymore?”
I start to open my mouth to answer, but I stop to think for a moment.
“Would you want me to even if I weren’t your Domme?” This isn’t a scenario I had considered before, and I’m not sure what I think of it. Could I do that? Could I have a platonic relationship with Rocco but still tie him up?
“Cree doesn’t always have time. Sometimes it’s the only way I can make it to class, and I’ve been falling behind.”
“Being tied helps you get through class?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
Rocco just shrugs.
“Rocco?” He stares at the floor instead of answering me. I grit my teeth a little. I’m not accustomed to having a guy ignore me, so I call his name a little louder until he looks at me. “What happened to you?”
He looks away again, shaking his head.
“I figured you had something bad in your history, but I don’t know what it is. Maybe if you tell me, I’d have a better understanding and can give you an answer.”
“No!” Rocco shakes his head violently. Without further warning, he pushes himself to his hand and knees and crawls over to the edge of Cree’s bed, pressing his shoulder against it and curling up into a ball. “Not talking about that!”
“Okay! Okay! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
I watch him grip his hair right at the scalp and tug hard, pulling his hair over his face like a shield, and I feel like a total shit. I wasn’t expecting him to tell me right away, but I also didn’t anticipate this strong a reaction. I glance at the door, wondering if I should call Cree back in here to calm him down.
No. If I want this to work, I need to be able to handle this myself.
With new determination, I grab one of the strands of rope and move slowly over to Rocco. As I kneel behind him, he moves his hands over his face, leaning forward as he does. With one quick movement, I slip the rope around his shoulders, lassoing him as if he were
a wild horse. I loop the rope around itself, making a quick knot before I pull him back against me. I wrap another strand around him, half expecting him to struggle, but he doesn’t.
His weight hits my chest as he turns slightly, putting his head against my shoulder just as he had while I was rocking him. We stay like that for a while until his breathing calms.
“Rocco? Do you like it when I tie you?”
He nods slowly.