Chapter 1: Introduction
The apartment was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, the windows open to let in a gentle spring breeze that whispered secrets through the curtains. Angus lay sprawled on the couch, a bottle of beer in his hand, as he watched Kirsten move gracefully around the kitchen. Her athletic figure was accentuated by the pair of jeans she wore, and her green eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and annoyance as she responded to his provoking comments.
"So, what was Barend like in bed?" Angus asked, attempting to hide the edge in his voice with a casual shrug.
He knew he was treading on thin ice, but his curiosity and insecurity were a potent cocktail he couldn't resist.
Kirsten paused, her hands stilling in the process of unloading the dishwasher. "You know, I've told you before, I don't think it's a good idea to compare us," she said, her voice measured. She passed him a mug of tea, her fingers brushing against his, a silent reminder of their connection.
Angus took the mug, his mind racing. "Yeah, but come on, it's just a bit of fun.
We all have our exes, right?" Angus persisted, taking a sip of his beer. He leaned back against the cushions, his muscular frame dwarfing the small sofa. His brown eyes held a playful glint, but there was an underlying tension in his shoulders that Kirsten couldn't miss.
Kirsten sighed, her eyes scanning the room as if seeking escape. The apartment, a cozy space filled with the warmth of their shared life, was littered with reminders of their relationship – from the mismatched coffee mugs on the counter to the pile of books beside the bed, marked with their respective bookmarks.
The air was thick with the scent of their lives intertwined – a blend of Kirsten's lavender shampoo and Angus's woody cologne.
Kirsten finally settled on the armchair opposite Angus, her eyes meeting his. "Alright, fine. Barend was... different," she started, her voice soft. "He was more... aggressive, I guess. More dominant."
Angus felt a jolt of jealousy, but he masked it with a smirk. "Dominant, huh? Is that code for bigger?" he teased, raising an eyebrow.
"You know, I've always been a big fan of underdogs. They have this way of surprising you, don't you think?" Angus said, a wicked glint in his eye.
Kirsten rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a small smile. "You're impossible, you know that? But yes, Barend was... bigger. There, I said it." She took a sip of her tea, her eyes never leaving Angus'.
Angus felt a mix of humiliation and arousal wash over him.
He took another sip of his beer, trying to hide the effect her words had on him. "Well, maybe that's why he's an ex, and I'm not," he said, a smirk playing on his lips.
Kirsten's gaze softened, and she set her mug down on the coffee table. "You know it's not just about size, right? It's about how you make me feel. How you treat me," she said, her voice gentle.
Angus nodded, but his mind was racing. He wanted more. "So, what else? What else was different?" he asked, his voice husky.
Kirsten paused, her fingers tracing the rim of her mug. "He was more... experienced, I suppose. He knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to take it."
Angus felt a shiver run down his spine, a mix of arousal and jealousy churning in his gut. "And you liked that, didn't you? Being taken."
Kirsten's cheeks flushed, but she met Angus's gaze head-on. "Yes, I did. But that doesn't mean I don't want what we have. You challenge me, Angus.
You make me feel things I didn't think I could," Kirsten said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Angus felt his heart race, his insecurities and desires colliding in a chaotic dance. He set his beer down, the condensation on the bottle leaving a damp ring on the coffee table. "What kinds of things?" he asked, his voice thick with anticipation.
Kirsten hesitated, her gaze flickering to the window where the city lights were beginning to flicker on. She took a deep breath before speaking. "Barend... he wasn't afraid to push my boundaries. To make me feel...
small," Kirsten admitted, her voice barely audible over the hum of the city outside.
Angus felt a surge of arousal at her words, his insecurities feeding into his desires. "Small, huh? Like when I'm... not quite measuring up?" he asked, a playful smirk on his lips. He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn't help himself.
Kirsten raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Angus, you know we're not talking about size, right? It's about presence, about control. Barend had this...
intensity about him that made me feel... vulnerable in a way that was both terrifying and thrilling." Kirsten leaned forward, her eyes boring into Angus's. "But like I said, that doesn't mean I don't want what we have. You have this... tenderness, this gentleness that makes me feel safe, cherished. It's just... different."
Angus felt a pang of jealousy, but he was also strangely aroused. He knew he was treading on dangerous ground, but he couldn't stop himself. "So, you miss that intensity, that control?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
The words hung heavy in the air between them, a palpable tension that seemed to pulse with each passing second. The bustling city outside their window seemed to fade away, the neon lights blurring into a distant canvas of color.
Kirsten took a deep breath, her eyes holding Angus's gaze. "Yes, I do. But that doesn't mean I want to go back there. It's just... sometimes I miss the way he made me feel, you know?" she said, her voice soft. She leaned back in her chair, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.
"But hey, that's the past. We've got something special, you and I. Remember that night we went to the art gallery? You had me laughing so hard I nearly peed myself."
Angus chuckled, his shoulders relaxing a little. "Yeah, that was a great night. I still can't believe you thought the sculpture was a giant ball of yarn."
Kirsten laughed, a genuine, throaty sound that filled the room. "God, and your face when I asked why someone would spend thousands on a cat toy!"
Angus grinned, the tension in the room beginning to dissipate. "You know what?
I think we should have a date night," Kirsten said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Just you, me, and no exes."
Angus raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?"
Kirsten stood up, stretching languidly. "How about we go to that new burlesque show downtown? I've heard it's pretty risqué."
Angus felt a jolt of excitement mixed with a twinge of apprehension. "Burlesque, huh? Sounds...
interesting," Angus replied, his voice a mix of curiosity and caution. "But I'm not sure I'm cut out for that kind of thing. What if someone on stage is... bigger than me?" His voice trailed off, his insecurities bubbling to the surface once more.
Kirsten's eyes softened, and she walked over to where Angus was sitting, crouching down in front of him. "Hey," she said gently, her hands resting on his knees. "This isn't about comparing you to anyone else. This is about us having a good time, enjoying something new together.
Besides," she added with a playful smirk, "it's just different kinds of performances. It's not about being bigger or smaller. It's about enjoying the show, enjoying the moment, together. Now, what do you say?"
Angus felt the weight of her gaze on him, her hands warm on his knees. He looked into her green eyes, seeing the sincerity and affection in them. He took a deep breath, pushing down his insecurities, and smiled. "Alright, let's do it. A date night it is."
Kirsten grinned, standing up and offering him her hand. "Great! Now, go put on something nice.
I want to see you all dressed up." Kirsten said, a playful twinkle in her eye.
Angus took her hand, letting her help him up from the couch. "Nice, huh? Like what, a suit?"
Kirsten bit her lip, considering. "Hmm, maybe not a suit.
Something... sexier. Something that hugs you in all the right places."
Angus felt a blush creep up his cheeks, but he couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. "Sexier, huh?
Like what, exactly?" Angus asked, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and playful teasing. He knew Kirsten was pushing his boundaries, testing him, and he found it both thrilling and unnerving.
Kirsten sauntered over to their bedroom, leaving Angus to follow, his heart pounding in his chest. She turned to face him, her eyes scanning his body with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine. "Well, maybe something... form-fitting. Something that shows off your muscles.
And maybe... a little hint of what's underneath," Kirsten said, her voice low and husky. She reached out, her fingers trailing lightly over Angus's chest, sending a jolt of electricity through him.
Angus swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. "A hint, huh? Like what, no boxers?"
Kirsten nodded, a smirk playing on her lips. "Exactly. Something that shows off your package, so to speak.
Let's see what you've got hidden under there, Angus." Kirsten's voice was teasing, but there was an underlying intensity that sent a thrill coursing through Angus.
Angus felt a twinge of apprehension, but also a surge of excitement. He knew Kirsten was pushing his boundaries, testing his resolve, and he found it both exhilarating and daunting. "You want me to go commando?"
Kirsten laughed, a sultry sound that sent shivers down Angus's spine.
"No, not quite. But maybe something that's...form-fitting. Something that leaves a little to the imagination, but not too much. Something that'll drive me wild, you know?"
Angus felt his cheeks flush, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew Kirsten was playing with him, teasing him, but there was a part of him that loved it. Loved the way she looked at him, the way she made him feel. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what she was about to say next.
Kirsten's eyes never left his, and Angus could see the mischievous glint in her green irises. "You know, I think I've got just the thing," she said, turning back to her dresser and pulling out a small, black pouch. She opened it and pulled out a pair of black, sexy briefs, with a metallic blue waistband. They were form-fitting, and Angus could see that they would hug him in all the right places – and leave very little to the imagination.
"These should do the trick," Kirsten said, walking back to Angus and handing him the briefs.
Her fingers brushed against his, sending a jolt through him. "Put these on," she commanded, her voice laced with a playful authority.
Angus took the briefs, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the weight of Kirsten's gaze on him as he walked to the bathroom to change. He emerged a few moments later, wearing the briefs Kirsten had given him. They hugged his muscular frame tightly, accentuating every curve and line. He felt exposed, vulnerable, but also strangely empowered.
Kirsten's eyes widened as she took him in, her gaze lingering on the briefs that left little to the imagination. "Wow," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "You look... incredible."
Angus felt a flush of pride, but also a twinge of self-consciousness. He shifted uncomfortably, his hands instinctively going to cover himself. "You think so?" he asked, his voice gruff.
Kirsten's eyes snapped to his, a mixture of amusement and desire in her gaze. You have no idea how sexy you look right now. The way those briefs hug you...
it's driving me crazy," she admitted, her voice thick with need. "You should feel how hard you make me just by looking at you."
Angus felt a surge of arousal at her words, his own desire growing. He stepped closer to her, his hands resting on her hips. "You're not so bad yourself," he murmured, his eyes roaming over her form. She was wearing a simple black dress, her hair swept up in a messy bun, but there was something about the way she looked at him that made her look incredibly sexy.
Kirsten's eyes flickered with amusement as she looked up at him.
"You know, I think you might actually be blushing," she teased, her fingers gently tracing the outline of his chest through the fabric of his shirt.
Angus laughed, a low, throaty sound that rumbled in his chest. "You're one to talk. You're the one who just told me I look incredible in these... these tight little briefs," he said, gesturing to the underwear that hugged his body like a second skin.
Kirsten's eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked up at him, her green irises darkening with desire. "Well, you do look incredible. And I love the way they show off...
your package," Kirsten finished, her voice low and sultry. She stepped closer to Angus, her hair falling in soft waves around her face. Her green eyes held a mix of playfulness and intensity, and Angus could feel the heat of her body radiating against him.
Angus chuckled, his hands moving to her waist. "Package, huh? I thought we were going on a date, not a business meeting."
Kirsten raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Well, I like to be productive.
Who knows, maybe I'll negotiate a better deal for you," Kirsten teased, her fingers trailing up his chest, sending shivers down his spine.
Angus's breath hitched as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear.
"You know, I've always been good at negotiations," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
Angus felt his heart race, his arousal growing with each tantalizing touch and whispered word. He loved the way Kirsten played with him, teasing him, pushing his boundaries. He knew she was testing him, challenging him, and he found it both exciting and unnerving.
"Is that so?" Angus teased, his voice barely above a whisper. He turned his head slightly, his lips brushing against her cheek in a soft, lingering kiss. "Well, I'd love to see your negotiating skills in action. Maybe you can convince me to give you something you want."
Kirsten pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting his. There was a challenge in her gaze, and Angus could see the wheels turning in her mind. "Maybe I will.
But first, let's get you dressed for the night," Kirsten said, her eyes lingering on Angus's briefs before she turned to her closet. She pulled out a dark gray suit, crisp and tailored to fit Angus perfectly.
As she began to lay out the pieces, she said, "You know, Angus, I think you have a bit of a complex about your... package. You're always so worried about it. But you know what? It's not the size of the boat, it's the motion of the ocean."
Angus laughed, a genuine, hearty sound that filled the room. "I've heard that one before.
You know what else they say? It's not the size, it's how you use it," Angus replied, smiling as he took the suit from Kirsten. He began to undress, his eyes never leaving hers.
Kirsten watched him, her gaze lingering on his muscular frame as he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off, revealing his toned chest and arms. "Well, I'm not complaining. You know how to use it quite well," she said, her voice low and husky.
Angus raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his lips. "Is that right?
Because I seem to recall a certain someone who's been quite vocal about their preferences in the past," Angus teased, his fingers pausing on the button of his jeans. He held Kirsten's gaze, a challenge in his own eyes.
Kirsten bit her lip, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Well, everyone has their preferences, don't they? And besides, variety is the spice of life," she said, her voice light and teasing.
Angus chuckled, unzipping his jeans and slipping them off. "Variety, huh?
You're making it sound like I'm not enough for you," Angus said, a hint of insecurity creeping into his voice. He stepped out of his jeans, now standing in just the tight black briefs Kirsten had chosen for him. He crossed his arms over his chest, a defensive gesture that belied the vulnerability in his eyes.
Kirsten took a step forward, her hands reaching out to rest on his arms. "Hey, that's not what I meant. You are more than enough for me, Angus. You know that," she said softly, her eyes searching his. "What I meant was that everyone has different tastes, different experiences.
And sometimes, it's fun to explore those. But that doesn't make what we have any less special," Kirsten explained, her voice gentle yet firm. She wanted to reassure him, to make him see that she wasn't dismissing their relationship or comparing him to others.
Angus nodded, uncrossing his arms and letting Kirsten's hands rest on his skin. He could feel the warmth of her touch, and it helped to soothe the insecurities that had crept up within him. "I know," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's just...
sometimes it's hard not to let those insecurities creep in. Especially when you bring up Barend." Angus admitted, his eyes searching Kirsten's for understanding.
Kirsten's expression softened, and she stepped even closer, her hands moving to cup his face. "I know it is, sweetheart. And I'm sorry if I've made that any harder for you. It's just... Barend is a part of my past, and sometimes it feels like an elephant in the room. But that doesn't mean he's in our room, you know?" She said, her thumbs gently tracing the line of his jaw.
"tell me how big he was baby", Angus whispered
, his voice heavy with a mix of curiosity and jealousy.
Kirsten looked deep into Angus's eyes, her own filled with a mix of sympathy and determination. She knew this was a dangerous game they were playing, but she also knew that Angus needed to hear it, needed to confront his insecurities head-on.
"He was big, Angus. Bigger than you. But that's not what I loved about him. Not really," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Angus's breath hitched, his body tensing at her words. But he didn't pull away, didn't stop her.
He needed to hear it, needed to understand. His voice was barely audible when he said, "What did you love about him, then?"
Kirsten's eyes never left his, her thumbs still tracing gentle patterns on his jaw. "He was... forceful. He knew what he wanted and he took it. He made me feel... small, in a way. Vulnerable, but also safe. Because with him, I knew that he would always protect me, no matter what."
Angus swallowed hard, his eyes searching hers for any sign of betrayal. But all he saw was honesty and affection.
Kirsten enjoyed humilating him, and knew Angus was enjoying it to as she saw him growing lager in his tight briefs.
He shuddered, a mix of humiliation and arousal coursing through his veins. "And you liked that? Being made to feel small?" His voice was a hoarse whisper, his heart pounding in his chest.
Kirsten nodded, her eyes never leaving his. But that doesn't mean I don't also like feeling cherished and adored. With you, Angus, I feel all those things. You make me feel special, important.
Kirsten to stop holding back and protecting Angus's feelings, " But sometimes, it's fun to feel small. To feel taken, to be used.
It's a rush, a thrill. It's something that Barend could give me, but you... you give me so much more, Angus. You give me love, trust, respect. You make me feel like a queen, not just a possession."
Angus listened intently, his heart pounding in his chest as Kirsten's words painted a vivid picture in his mind. He could see her beneath Barend, submitting to him, feeling small and vulnerable. And he could see her with him, standing tall and proud, her eyes shining with love and adoration.
He swallowed hard, trying to process the raw honesty in her words.
"I never thought of it that way," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked down at Kirsten, her eyes still holding his gaze, her hands still cupping his face. "You make me feel... whole, Kirsten. Like I'm enough, even with all my imperfections."