"Well, umm I enjoy bondage...spanking...ummm...branding..." he says softly.

"Branding...like..."

"I want to carve something into your skin...my initials preferably. I won't ask you to do that till we are...further along in our relationship and you trust me more." He says.

"Shota I trust you." You say softly.

"Not like you used to. Don't lie to me...I don't want to ignore this. If we are going to be together we need to talk about it." he says.

You stare at him and sigh. You sit on the couch and he sits next to you. "I'm sorry...I'm trying really really hard...but every time I'm with you I feel like you are just going to leave me again. Shota I could have handled you not being ready to say it back. If you just talked to me it would have been fine...but you got up and walked away from me...I felt so...used." You say softly.

"I know. And you have every right not to trust me completely. I don't deserve your trust yet. But...I want to work for it again. I want you to feel safe with me...I want...I want us to be...soft with each other...I don't ever want to shut you out again and I never want to make you feel used." He says softly.

You nod a little. "I think we both need to just say what we are thinking...and if you need to step away to collect your thoughts, or clear your head let me know. I'm fine giving you space Shota, but you need to actually tell me when you need it." You say.

"Ok...I'll...I'll work on that." He says softly.

"I know this is...new to you...it's new to me too...I just...I don't want us to shut each other out. Be honest with me..." you say.

"Ok...well as long as we are being honest...I...I want to say I'm sorry about the festival...with Hawks...I didn't mean to sound cruel. Frankly it's a little pathetic that I only talked to you because I was worried he...he would have taken you from me." He says softly.

"So you do have a jealousy streak..." You chuckle a little.

His cheeks flush, "Yeah and it can get pretty bad...I try hard to keep it under control...but I..." he takes a deep breath and sighs. "I want you to be mine. And I don't share." He says softly.

"I know...I don't either...I think if we just continue to be open with each other...that won't be a problem...It's going to take sometime...but...I want us to work on it." You smile a little.

"Now...about umm...your...interests." You say softly.

He looks deep into your eyes. "We don't have to do anything until you are fully ready. When you are ready, I will be there every step of the way to help ease you into it." He says softly.

"Ok...um...when you say you...want to tie me up..."

"I want to have full control over your body. I want to control when and how you move, where you look, what you see. Everything." He says.

"I can understand that." You nod.

"You...you can?" He asks softly.

"Of course. You lost a dear friend because you didn't have control over the situation. So now, you are aching to control every aspect of your life, including sex. It makes sense." You shrug.

He stares at you and blinks a few times.

You laugh, "Shota...I told you I want to be a therapist..." you nudge him a little.

"I...no one has ever really understood why...I...thank you...I just...I always brushed it off to never having any happy memories, so that's why I'm into some fucked up shit." He says softly.

You smile at him a little. "It's not fucked up Shota...can...Can I do something?" You ask softly. You hold your hand out.

He glances down at it and he nods. He place his hand in yours and you run your quirk through his mind, searching for something. You see a few things and his boy warms up. You keep searching until you stop. His body starts to burn with joy. Your eyes widen when you see it. You cut the connection and stare at him.

"The...the happiest memory of your life...was when... I told you I loved you?" You ask, your voice cracking.

He stares at you and nods. Tears roll down your cheeks and you kiss him passionately. He pulls you on top of him and holds your body close.

"Tie me up..." you whisper before kissing his neck. He groans as you start to grind into him.

He grips your chin and looks at you. "Kitty. Stop." He growls.

Your body stills and you stare into his eyes.

"Good girl...now. I am not going to restrain you tonight. Not really... But I will give you a feeling of what it may feel like. Ok?" He says sternly. You nod.

"Good. Now, because we aren't going into too much, we won't need to go over a lot...but...you need to pick a safe word...in case it gets too rough for you." He says still holding your attention.

"Jumanji." You say quickly. He starts to laugh and he lets go of your chin.

"Is that not a good one!?" You say smiling a little.

"No no...it's perfect..." he smiles.

"Ok...anything happens that you don't like, you say that word. Everything stops. Understand?" He asks. You nod. "You need to answer properly." He says.

"Yes Shota." You say.

"Good girl." He smiles a little.

Your body shivers a little when he says those words. He grips your body close to his and stands up. He carries you to the bedroom and sets you down. He kisses your neck softly and trails up to your ear.

"Strip for me." He whispers. Your body shivers again.

'Praise and commands do it for her...alright...' He steps back and stare at you.

You kick off your heels and pulled your dress over your head. You stoop in your bra and panties. You wanted to cover yourself. Your body burns with vulnerability.

"So beautiful..." he bushes his fingers against your skin, running them down your arm. "Everything else kitty." He says softly.

You nod and take off your bra and panties.

"Lay down on the bed." He nods to the bed, keeping his eyes on you.

You lay down and watch him carefully. He slips his shoes off and unbuttons the black dress shirt he had on. He takes it off and removes his pants and socks. He stands in front of you, his black boxers low on his hips. He kneels in front of you and spreads your legs.

Your breath hitches in your throat. "Now, what do you do when I am enjoying my meal kitty?" He asks, his voice thick and sweet like syrup.

"We watch..." you say softly.

"Such a good girl."