“Oh, and what was your conclusion?” Cassie asked.
She tried to make her voice sarcastic, but somehow it came out breathy instead. She could imagine Stone dressed as a Dom all too well. He already wore black leather trousers and high black boots most of the time, as most Kindred warriors did. And he was so tall and commanding. All he would need to do was take off his shirt to show his muscular chest and pick up a paddle and…
And she had to stop thinking this way about her partner, Cassie had told herself sternly. Sitting so close to him, breathing in his arousing scent while they watched porn was really getting to her!
But Stone still hadn’t answered her question—which he now proceeded to do.
“If I knew it wasn’t really hurting her and that she enjoyed it, I think I could spank a female—if she wanted me to,” he’d said, giving Cassie a piercing look. “But I would have to know I wasn’t being too rough—we would need some kind of a signal that she could give me if I went too far.”
“That’s called a ‘safe word’,” Cassie told him.
“Oh?” Stone looked surprise. “Such a signal already exists?”
Cassie nodded. “It’s a word the submissive can say to slow down or stop the action. A lot of people use the words ‘green,’ ‘yellow,’ and ‘red.’”
“Like a stoplight!” Stone exclaimed.
“Exactly. ‘Green’ means keep going, ‘yellow’ means that the scene is getting kind of intense and you might want to slow down.”
“And red must mean that the, uh, submissive wants to stop the scene entirely—correct?” He raised an eyebrow at her and Cassie nodded.
“You got it.”
“And were those the words you used with your ex-mate?” he wanted to know.
Cassie sighed. Clearly she and her partner had now crossed some kind of invisible line where nothing was off-limits. Or at least, where questions of a very personal nature were permitted, she corrected herself.
“Yes, those were our words,” she admitted. “They were what the dominatrix we were working with recommended.”
“And did you ever have to use them?” Stone inquired.
Cassie shook her head.
“Not even once. Keith just wasn’t a, uh, very effective Dom.”
“Dom meaning Dominant right?”
“Exactly.” She’d nodded and raised an eyebrow at him sardonically. “Any more questions about my sordid past, partner?”
“None that come to mind,” Stone said seriously. “But I’ll let you know if I think of any.”
“I’m sure you will,” Cassie muttered.
Luckily her very curious partner hadn’t come up with any more personal questions. He had critiqued the porn, however, pointing out again and again how The Beast’s technique differed from what a “real Kindred” would do.
He didn’t think The Beast was tender or patient enough and he definitely didn’t like the gagging scenes, where his female costars were forced to gag themselves on his enormous cock.
“This is disgusting and wrong,” he growled, glaring at the screen. “He is hurting her again and she gets no pleasure at all from the act. Look at her—she is weeping.” He pointed to the way the girl’s mascara was running down her cheeks.
Cassie thought it was more likely that the girl’s eyes were watering from being forced to choke on The Beast’s huge dick, than that she was actually crying, but she could tell the scene really bothered Stone a lot.
“I don’t like it either,” she admitted.
“Then why do your people have this kind of entertainment—I still don’t understand.” Stone shook his head.
“Why do humans have porn? Seriously? Why do you think? Because it turns people on. Not this, necessarily—I mean, not all porn turns all people on but…” She shrugged. “I mean it’s porn—it’s pretty much found in all human societies.”
“Most of this does not ‘turn me on’ at all,” Stone growled. “Most of it turns my stomach.” He glared at the screen where the girl was still gagging on The Beast’s enormous shaft. “This is not normal or right.”
“So…are you telling me that the Kindred don’t do porn? Not at all?” Cassie had a hard time believing that. Most Kindred were male and males were visually aroused, weren’t they?
“Not like this.” Stone made a face. “Well…” He frowned. “The Twin Kindred do dabble in this kind of vid-scene a bit, but their vids are always made with a mated threesome and only depict loving and consensual mating.”
“And the rest of the Kindred? They don’t do pornography at all?” Cassie demanded.
“We do, but it isn’t visual,” Stone told her.
“Not visual?” She frowned at him. “What other kind of porn is there? Auditory? Do you like to listen to recordings of women moaning or something?”
“No, although now that you mention it, that would be most arousing—as long as it was clear the women being recorded were not in pain,” Stone remarked, looking thoughtful. “But most Kindred pornography is Olfactory.”
“What?” Cassie looked at him in confusion. “Do you go around sniffing women or something?”