Fourteen

Silence descends over us, the tension in the room is thick, each passing second leaves me feeling dumber for voicing out such an awkward request. What do I know about sex, let alone being a submissive? My eyes raise to meet Brandon’s, my lips part open to tell him to forget anything I said but he cuts me off with a soft glare and a sigh.

"Sex in my world is different," he finally says. He runs his fingers through his hair, letting some of the brown locks fall over his forehead. I palm his cheek, the pad of my thumb caresses his prominent cheekbone.

"You can teach me; you can show me how."

Brandon’s hand comes to the small of my back, my legs tangle in the sheet when I try to change position to straddle him. He catches on to my movement, lifts me so my legs are resting on both sides of him.

"You don’t get it," he says. "In my world, there is no lovemaking, just plain fucks with no strings attached. I cannot love you, Elna."