“Why? I promise there won’t be any funny business. Unless you want there to be, obviously.”
“That’s what I’m worried about.” He sighed. “I’m worried about taking things too fast—skipping right past the getting to know each other part and jumping into bed. Or wherever. Christ, do you have a dungeon?” He hadn’t meant to say the last part, but it was too late. He gave a sheepish grin.
Al laughed. “No, I don’t have a dungeon. I live in a flat, for starters, so there’s only one floor. And even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have a dungeon. I’m not into all that, into pain, restraints, equipment. I like to keep things simple, and really test my submissives by making them do my bidding without any assistance.”
“Oh!” The word was loud and high-pitched, rapidly followed by a nervous giggle. “Well, uh,
