Page 60 of Stag

Fuck me. “I’m not a fucking virgin!”

He chuckled, nodding his head as he kept his eyes firmly on the door we were watching.

“Sure. Nothing like protesting too much, but you should know, there’s no shame in it. If you really like this lady, you get to have a special first time. That counts so much. Most of us wasted that on the first willing pussy we could get. I wish Carla was my first and only. I mean, I’m her only, obviously. Never letting her go. Still, would have been great to have only been with her. She’s my perfect fit.”

Fuck it. I’m asking. I don’t want anyone to know my personal shit, but I’m stuck in this fucking car with him for the next five or six hours, and at least he’s talking now.

“Perfect fit as in? Like a physical fit thing?”

He side-eyed me briefly. “You’re very literal at times, do you know that?”

So he thinks he’s gonna shrink me now? Fuck that.

“I’m just curious, like did you mean something other than the physical stuff.”

“You mean like, am I a kinky fucker who found the perfect woman for me? Who fits into my kinks and lets me be myself?”

Holy fuck. I’d definitely found the right guy to talk about this shit with. Plus he didn’t know the club guys well, and probably wouldn’t be speaking to them. If we were lucky, he’d never have to meet up with them again.

“Whoa. I mean, sure.”

He briefly took his eyes off the prize to glare at me.

“That’s none of your business, but hypothetically, finding someone who matches your kinks makes life easier. So, Stag… Are you kinky? You into power exchanges, or just some dick who thinks kink means spanking, and whips and chains?”

I had a feeling there was no right answer to this. Clearly he’d had these conversations with idiots like me before, and I was likely to make things much worse anyway, but since we were talking sex stuff, why not?

“I don’t know what I’m into, man. I’m finding my way.”

“Have you asked what she’s into? That matters too, you know. More than what you’re into, her boundaries matter. She doesn’t like it, you don’t even try it.”

Okay, clearly this guy’s thing is stating the fucking obvious. I mean, does he think I’m some asshole or something? He’d be half right, I guess. Everyone else thought that of me.

I picked up the bottle of water he’d handed me on arrival, with the express instruction of ‘hydrate slowly, and when you’re done, you have a toilet ready and waiting’, followed by the even firmer instruction of not using it as a toilet IN his car.

I sipped for a moment, staring at the fucking door that hadn’t opened or been approached in two and a half damn hours. I felt like I’d had my time royally wasted, like it was yet more testing or hazing by those fuckers, but I had a feeling they wouldn’t waste the knife man’s time on a prank along with me.

“I just wanna do things right, that’s all. She’s very open about the sex stuff, and I’m worried I’ll mess it up.”

Danno nodded slowly, doing the thing he’s done several times since we sat here, digging a small curved knife out of his pocket and stroking the blade, spinning it on his thumb. It was an idle gesture that made me want to get out of the car before he took my eye out.

“Being worried about that stuff is good, because maybe you’ll do your best to make it good. Don’t overthink though. Don’t get in your head, and ruin how good it feels. Enjoy it, and make sure she’s enjoying it more. That’s key. Always give her at least double the pleasure you get, if not more. Always put her first, and if she’s got fantasies she’s willing to talk about, don’t react immediately. Take a moment to think about it. It takes a lot of trust to tell your partner these things, so don’t dismiss them without considering if you’re able to deliver what she wants. Never fucking laugh at her sexual wants or needs. It’s not a joke, especially not to her, and you’ll end things before they begin.”

Holy shit, that was so much fucking info to try and think about, but the gist of it was this; treat her like a fucking goddess, and give her everything I’m capable of giving her. That was already the fucking plan, so maybe I wasn’t so dumb after all.

He fell silent, letting me absorb his advice, and I slid down in the seat a little, fiddling with the bottle lid as thoughts crowded my mind. I could go in with the best of intentions and still let her down. I hadn’t had sex before, and the first time I did, I wouldn’t last. No matter how well I’d edged myself while watching porn over the years, it’d be impossible to hold back.

“Stag, at the risk of poking my nose in, which I think I’ve done pretty well so far, go easy on yourself. You’ve found the woman you want, I can tell that just by looking at you. You’re in love. Just remember, in the bedroom, things don’t always go to plan, and in the moment, it can feel like the end of the world, but it isn’t. Talk it out. Admit your own mistakes, and let her own up to any of hers. Don’t place blame, but most importantly, don’t let it eat you up.”

“When I go off early because I’m so fucking pathetically inexperienced, you mean?”

My tone was aggressive, but he just lifted a shoulder, a delicate gesture that oddly fitted him, even though he was a deadly fucker.

“It happens. Every man has been there at some point, experienced or not. So if, or when it happens, just put your focus on her. Give her the pleasure you had, but make it more intense. Orgasms are the best apologies out there, trust me.” He shot me a wicked grin then.

“I’m good with knives, but I’m way better at making my woman come, trust me.”

I believed the fucker.