Call me kitten (boyxboy love) ✓

16. Being new (NSFW-ish)

**WARNING**

This chapter contains descriptions of some BDSM content (rope play, electric play)

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The big house, or if you could even call it a house, it was a mansion, was lit with spotlights dug into the lawn and I gawked in amazement at the building. How could Florian afford this, being a janitor? It looked like a ten-million-dollar house at least. Ash seemed to notice my befuddlement and explained that Florian's partner was the reason. Apparently, he was some kind of big-shot finance guy and they had, not counting this house, a villa in Italy as well.

There seemed to have arrived a lot of people before us and when the front door opened Florian stood there with a gushing smile. I didn't really know what to do with myself, this was the guy I'd been so agitated about and now here he was, welcoming us with open arms. Awkwardly I held out my hand to him, but he ignored it completely and hugged me dearly instead.

"It's so nice to meet you, Jamie," he said happily. "I never got the chance to say hello at the party yesterday, but it's great that you wanted to come tonight. Ash, did you explain to him how the evening will work?"

Ash smiled crookedly and I wondered to myself what Florian meant by that.

"I've implied some stuff," Ash said. "I want him to experience it with no preconceptions. He's new."

New? New at what? I glanced at Ash, but he just smiled. I knew what shibari was, maybe not live but I knew that it was bondage and it looked nice.

"I know what shibari is, Ash, I'm not that fucking new to it," I said.

Florian's eyes widened and he placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Jamie, you're too cute," he hummed and turned to Ash. "You take care of him now, you hear? We don't want him running away. Don't be such a tease, tell him."

Ash groaned but nodded and unabashedly took me by the hand and led me further into the house. I didn't understand one word of what Florian had said, so I was relieved that Ash would explain what the hell was going on. We passed a grand hallway, where couples sat talking. Something felt different, but I couldn't really put my finger on what it was. The hallway ended in a huge room, much bigger than my apartment, with tall ceilings and scattered with couches and tables with drinks. Alongside one of the walls there was dividers sectioning out smaller pieces, almost like different exhibits. In one of them was a mattress and ropes in different colors. In another was some form of gurney and a small table with tools on it. And in the third section was... a large wooden cross. Ash gently but firmly pressed me down on one of the couches and I just stared at him. What was this place?

"Welcome to your first BDSM party," he smiled and there was anticipation in his voice.

"What?" was the only thing coming out of my mouth.

I knew the word. I had stumbled across a lot of those kind of sites when I looked for inspiration for my tattoo, but I had never dared to even venture further. It had felt all too forbidden and wrong. Normal people didn't mess with that, right? And every time my fantasies had even touched on the subject, I had forced away those thoughts, thinking that I would be sick in the head even imagining it. Now I was here, in the middle of just that kind of fantasy.

"Just try to keep an open mind," Ash explained. "Florian hosts these kinds of parties sometimes, to people who want to know more or try it out, or just watch. They're shows, you could say. I know you're curious, you're just too scared to admit it. I wanna show it to you, just so you know what it's about. I wanna share your first experience of it, that's all."