Lying beside Bayley, trying to get his breath back, Seth knew that now was the time to risk bringing up his girlfriend's little fetish, if that's what it was. Unsurprisingly on their first night together in her apartment, they'd just had sex in her bed for the first time, and following Roman's advice, Seth had let Bayley ride him again. Sure enough, as her pleasure he begun to build, she had clamped her hand over his mouth and pinned him down to the mattress as much as she could. It was kind of a turn on for him on too, but not to the extent that it obviously was for her.

"Oh, baby," Bayley breathed, lying on her side next to him, the ecstasy still present in her voice.

Seth didn't fail to notice that it was the first time she had used a romantic nickname for him. After rolling over onto his side to face her, he brushed some loose strands of hair away from her face. Beautiful. That was the only word that came close to describing her. Trying his best not to feel nervous, and reminding himself to keep his voice gentle and reassuring so as not to upset or offend her, he went for it. "You really like that, huh? Covering my mouth I mean."

"I'm sorry," Bayley began, cheeks reddening instantly.

"No," Seth cut in quickly. "You don't have to be sorry about it. Not at all. That's not why I mentioned it. I'm not uncomfortable with it or anything like that, in fact it's kind of a turn on for me too. I just wanted to talk to you about what you like, and maybe why you like it, that's all. We need to trust each other, and we need to be able to talk about these things with each other without being embarrassed."

"I wish it was that easy." Bayley had known that this conversation was going to have to happen too, and after speaking to Sasha about it, she knew that it was a good thing. Knowing those things was one thing, actually having the conversation was quite another. "Honestly, I don't even really know why I like it. It's just something I've always had fantasies about. You must think I'm really weird?"

Leaning forward, Seth kissed her gently on the lips. "No, angel, you're not weird. As I said, I want to find out exactly what it is that you like. I mean, would you enjoy it if I covered your mouth? Or is it just you doing it to me that you like?"

Looking into his eyes, Bayley could see that what he'd said was true. This wasn't about judging her; it wasn't about him thinking that she was a freak; it was about wanting them both to be totally open and comfortable with each other, just the way two people in a relationship should be. If he was willing to be open with her and accepting of her desires, she had to have the courage to talk to him, no matter how embarrassing it might be. "I'd like you to do it to me too. Actually, I've already dreamed about you doing it." It surprised her how easily the admission came out, once she actually forced herself to say it. It finally started to sink in that talking to her man in the privacy of her apartment was truly nothing to fear.

"And you like to pin me down too, so you'd like me to do that to you?"

"Yes. Yes, I would. I think it's the control thing that turns me on. Either being completely in control, or having no control at all. The idea of either extreme just does something for me. If you're pinned down and you can't talk, you really can't do anything." The thought occurred to her that Seth might get freaked out if he thought she was going to start talking about breaking out whips and chains or something like that. That kind of thing didn't appeal to her at all. "I don't want you to get the wrong idea though. I'm not into crazy stuff like whipping you or chaining you up or something. That's definitely not my thing."

"I'm glad," Seth said, with some honesty of his own. That kind of thing would have been a bit much for him. "But I'd be okay if you wanted to tie my hands, for example."

Bayley felt herself getting turned on by the image of that in her head. "I'd really like that, and I'd like you to do that to me too. I've thought about it a lot, but I've never actually done it or had it done to me before. Actually, I've never trusted anyone enough to even talk about it before. Part of me can't believe I'm talking about it now, honestly. I just know that with you it's okay."

That meant a lot to Seth. Knowing that Bayley was an even shyer person than he was, he realised that the conversation couldn't be easy for her at all. He kissed her again, this time on the forehead. "You can trust me with this. You can trust me with anything. I think it's a good thing in a lot of ways that we're talking about it, but trust is the main reason. Doing the kind of things we're talking about will help to build even more trust between us."

"Promise me that you're really comfortable with this; that you're not just saying it because you know it's what I like," Bayley said, studying his reaction carefully.

"I'm comfortable with it," Seth said, leaving no room for doubt. "The only thing that might bother me about it is worrying that I might hurt you somehow. I'd hate myself if I did that."

This time Bayley reached her head forward and planted a kiss on his lips. "I'm shy, baby, but I'm not delicate. You're not going to break me. I don't want you to be too gentle with me, that would take the edge off the enjoyment."

Even though they'd only just had sex, Seth was still fired up and ready for more. Just having Bayley lying naked beside him would have been enough to ensure that, without the conversation adding more fuel to the flames. "Why don't you tell me about the dream you had, and maybe we can try it out?"

"I've had more than one," Bayley admitted nervously, breaking eye contact with him.

Seth used a finger to gently lift her chin, making her look at him. "Please don't be embarrassed, angel. I love that you've dreamed about me, about us. Tell me about one of them."

Summoning all of her courage, Bayley whispered, "I'd rather we just did it, if that's okay?"

"Okay, sure," Seth agreed, wanting to do whatever made her the most at ease, reasoning that after this talk and acting out one of her fantasies, they would both be a lot more comfortable about it in future.

"There is one other thing I need to tell you, which you're definitely going to think is stupid and weird. I don't want to offend you by saying it, so I need you to understand that this a thing that I've always had and it's nothing against you."

"What is it?" Seth asked, narrowing his eyes in confusion, unsure about what to expect.

"I've always been freaked out by getting anything, uh, dirty is the only word I can think of, on myself, especially my hands. I can never do any cleaning or wash dishes without wearing gloves. If something were to go on my hands I would totally freak. Sasha always gives me grief about it, trying to tell me I have OCD. I don't have OCD, it's just that, again, I know it sounds really stupid to you..." She stopped talking when she saw Seth start grinning.

"You're saying I drooled on your hand and it freaked you out?" There was no way he could stop himself from chuckling as he said it, even though he knew it might embarrass her.

Surprisingly even to Bayley herself, she was able to laugh about it too. "I'm saying anything going on my hands freaks me out, but yes, you drooling on my hand freaked me out. I told you I'm weird."

Glad to hear her laugh, Seth pressed on with another quip. "Yeah? Well maybe I don't like your sweaty palms anyway."

"Fine," Bayley huffed indignantly, playing along as she got off the bed and walked towards the bedroom door. "You stay right there, I'll be back."

Left alone for a minute, Seth congratulated himself on how well what could have been a very awkward discussion had gone. Bayley had opened up to him. She trusted him, and that made him feel so good. He'd never had fantasies about the kinds of minor bondage games that she liked, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't enjoy them. Roman had said that he'd been with a girl in the past who had liked similar things, and he'd said the same thing that Bayley had about control being the driving force behind it. She had also made it clear that she didn't want him to be overly gentle with her. It made sense; one of the people involved being half-hearted about whatever they were doing at the time would ruin the experience. Then the thought came to him that maybe she would like to add some role play into the mix once they were more at ease with each other. It was worth suggesting at least.

Bayley walked back into the room carrying a long black scarf and a pair of white latex gloves. "You don't mind if I wear these then? I usually use them for handling raw meat."

"It's what you're going to with the scarf that bothers me," Seth said, grinning as he sat up on the bed, congratulating himself for avoiding any of the obvious jokes.

"That's for me to know and you to find out." Bayley snapped on one of the gloves, then worked her other hand into the second.

"I just had a thought while you were out there. You can obviously say no if you want, but I thought maybe we could add some role play to these games, in the future I mean."

"I thought that too, but I felt too nervous to ask. I know, you're going to say I don't need to be, and I know I don't need to be, but it happens anyway."

"So that's a yes?" Seth asked as she sat down on the bed beside him.

"Yes. In fact we can maybe start a little bit now. Sit in front of me," she told him, standing a pillow up against the frame at the top of the bed to rest her back on.

"Okay." Seth moved over and sat in front of her, one of her shapely legs stretched out on either side of him, as she'd requested, feeling some nervousness himself now due to not knowing exactly what she wanted to do. He'd told her to trust him enough times, now he had to give her that same trust.

Bayley picked up the scarf and stretched it out to its full length. "Hands behind." Again, Seth did as she asked. He couldn't help starting to feel turned on as she wrapped the scarf twice around his wrists and then tied it off. It was tight enough to keep him secure, but not uncomfortably so. "Now trust me, baby," she whispered into his ear.

"I trust you." Seth only just managing to finish the short sentence before her gloved hand covered his mouth. The latex felt better against his lips than a sweaty palm, but the smell of the material wasn't very pleasant. Her other arm wrapped around his chest, holding him close to her. Lastly, she wrapped her legs around him as best she could, using them to also keep him pinned against her.

"Shhh," Bayley told him, whispering into his ear again. "Now, don't make a sound, or things might get a bit painful."

There was an almost taunting quality to the order, which Seth found somehow attractive. This wasn't the shy Bayley, and he liked that. She then began to lightly kiss the side of his neck. Her delicate touch tickled his neck, and that, when added to the pleasure of being kissed and held tightly against her, plus the difficulty of breathing with his mouth covered, soon made him let out a small involuntary moan.

"Shhh," Bayley repeated, taking a little nibble at the side of his neck in between her kisses.

Seth moaned again, mainly in surprise. Straight away, Bayley bit him again, slightly harder this time, and he knew now what the game was. She would bite him, he would moan in pain, and the punishment for that would be more biting. It was a vicious circle, so all he could do was try to deny her what she wanted - that in itself was part of the game.

Finally acting out a fantasy that she'd had for years had Bayley turned on to an extent that she could hardly believe. Seth's sudden lack of reaction to her kisses started to frustrate her, until she realised that it was because he'd figured out what the game was and was now trying to defy her. He was going to make her work to get a reaction out of him. That was even better, as far as she was concerned. She clamped her hand even tighter over his mouth and started sucking on his neck, knowing that he would end up with bruising as a result, but at that moment she didn't care about that. Getting him to moan was all that mattered.

Despite how hard he was trying, Seth couldn't keep quiet for long. The next time he groaned in pleasure, Bayley capitalised by biting him much harder than she had before. This time it genuinely hurt, and Seth cried out in pain into her palm and instinctively tried to wriggle free. His efforts were fruitless, especially with his hands bound.

They proceeded like this for several minutes. Seth's moans and attempts to get free were almost like a drug for Bayley, who knew that she would never forget this first time. It was for that reason that she was sweating and breathing heavily in between her kisses and bites. However, much as she didn't want to let up, they had reached the point where she could tell that Seth was getting short of breath because of his squirming and protesting. Not wanting him to become uncomfortable with the experience, she stopping biting him and slightly relaxed her grip on his mouth, shifting so that she was now cradling his head against her shoulder. It was only then, as her incredible rush began to subside that she realised how much her hand hurt from cramp, and how much it was sweating inside the glove. No wonder Seth had complained about her hand being directly over his mouth. "Did I hurt you, baby?" she asked him softly.

"Nmmm," Seth mumbled, shaking his head to the small extent that he could, even though it was lie.

"Do you want me to take my hand away?"

"Ymmph."

"Are you sure?" Bayley asked, teasing him and brushing away the hair that had fallen over his face, before she finally relented, ending the game by taking her hand off his mouth and releasing her other arm from around him.

"Ahh, Jesus Christ, my neck," Seth gasped out as soon as he was able to, as well as trying to get his breath back. Her biting had been a great turn on, but it was also ridiculously painful. He dreaded to think what kind of bruising he was going to be left with.

"Sorry baby," Bayley said, now back out of character, flexing her hand to try and relieve the pain in it. "That was incredible though. I'm so turned on right now, its untrue. Did you enjoy it? If not, I won't ask to do it again."

"No, I enjoyed it," Seth assured her. "I enjoyed it a lot, it's just painful. Can you untie my hands?" He sat up properly so that she could work on the scarf more easily.

"Yeah, of course." Bayley undid the knot in the scarf, unwrapped it from around his wrists and tossed it away onto the floor.

Seth flexed his wrists, ran his hands through his hair in a half-hearted attempt to fix it, then moved over to lie on his back beside where she was sitting. Still recovering, he sucked in a deep breath and blew it back out. "Oh wow," he sighed in satisfaction, closing his eyes.

"I'm not done yet." Bayley's confidence was sky high now, so much so that she didn't even consider the fact herself. She crawled down the bed, intent on giving him one more reason to remember the night.

A few minutes later, Bayley had made for the bathroom while Seth lay there in the afterglow, having pulled the blanket over himself after she left. He felt like the most contended man in the world, safe in the knowledge that there would be no more shyness or awkwardness in their sex life. As he'd hoped, they'd built up a lot of trust in each other. All of the sex as well as the flight they'd had to take to get to Orlando that morning had certainly left him feeling very tired.

Bayley was about to say something when she walked back into the room, but instead she just smiled, seeing that there was no point. Her boyfriend had fallen sound asleep while she had been gone. It seemed like so long ago that she had first climbed into a bed with Seth and wrapped an arm around him. When she did it this time, it wasn't because she needed comfort from him, it was because she loved him for making her feel happy and loved in ways that she had never imagined were possible.

A/N: Boy, this chapter was a challenge to write. I felt that it needed to be done to show Seth and Bayley building up that level of trust with each other, but it wasn't easy to do under a T rating. If you guys would like to see more scenes like this, let me know in the reviews. I'll consider writing more like this in future, if there's interest.