I offered him mustard and he shook his head.I offered him mustard and he shook his head. Putting some on my hot dog, I handed it back to the vendor, who proceeded down the rickety steps of the stand. "What's wrong with baseball?" I asked. "I've played it. In fact, I've even played on this field. It is not my favorite game." I smiled and took a bite. "Well, it'll keep Ally's mind off of Cedza for a few hours, it'll be good exercise, and I have other reasons for bringing you here." "Such as?" "I need to talk to you. I don't think I'm cut out for this." "What's wrong? I saw your face when she talked about slapping, but other than that, what can't you handle?" "Aaden, you're a bottom. So am I. I've only topped once in my entire life, and that was a matter of inexperience on both sides. A little light bondage, a little spanking, that sort of thing. As a bottom, I've taken whippings that seem to go on forever, and I've certainly been a spectator at more than one dungeon. "But, Ally down there is a bottom that in some respects is better at it than I am. I mean, she never wears long pants, yet she didn't even give me a second look when I told her I was putting her in for a quick game of slave baseball, and didn't argue when I ordered her to put on jeans. And I know she hates them." "So?" Aaden asked. "So, where do I take a woman like that?" "I think it's more important you ask yourself why you're in this predicament. Why did you start this?" "Because I wanted to take her mind off Cedza, if only for a little while." "And you've done a good job. There she is, out in left field, waiting for the ball, doing everything in her power to help the team win, because it's what you want. |