A/N: I didn't really edit anything other than putting POV's and sentences in the correct order. Trent and Rebecca do have a consensual kink talk and it goes pretty well~! So BEHOLD! Pure Trebecca lemon.

In fact, I think I'll name this one…

Chapter 22: Sexbomb

Rebecca dropped Paula off at home first and then drove home, herself. She was filled with excitement and was ready to see Trent, for she had missed him a lot more then she thought she would while she had been away.

Arriving home, however, she realized she had beaten him home. No matter. She took her suitcase to the bedroom and unpacked it, putting the toys in plain sight upon the nightstand and hiding the lingerie away so Trent wouldn't see it or find it till their wedding night.

Once done unpacking from her trip, she threw some clothes in the wash and then packed for Monday. Wondering what she should bring and wear when she went to meet Trent's family. They seemed a bit 'reserved' so that's what she went with. Finished with that chore, she set her suitcase back by the door and deciding that the kitchen, suddenly, needed a good scrubbing, thanks to her nerves and excitement, decided to deep clean the entire kitchen!

Putting on some music, she was lost in its melody and beat, dancing in some parts and not even realizing how time had passed so swiftly.

"Honey, I'm home~" Trent sang out as he entered. It smelled like lemon in here, which meant Rebecca had been busy cleaning. But what caught his eye were the toys on the mantle. He walked over to them and eyed them appreciatively.

"Cute cuffs," he remarked. "Oh, I brought sustenance!" He went to the kitchen where Rebecca had just finished cleaning, then picked her up and smooched her like she'd been gone for two years, not two days!

Hearing her intended's voice, Rebecca's face broke out into the brightest of smiles and as Trent came to her and kissed her, she all but melted into him as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer and kissed him back passionately.

"Gods, I missed you!" she whispered against his lips as she pulled back enough to catch a breath, looking up into his eyes. "I love you," she said before she kissed him again.

"I missed you more," Trent purred back. "I love you t—mmmm…" He cupped the back of her head and deepened the kiss commandingly. He couldn't wait to take her to his hometown and for her to meet his mom!

She could never get enough of this man, or his kisses. He was her kryptonite, her heart's desire, her Everything. But her body had other ideas, and as she hadn't eaten since she and Paula had left that morning, her stomach gurgled to let her know she needed to eat, which made her pull back with a soft laugh and smirk at Trent, blushing.

"You said you brought sustenance, Babe? Sounds good….then maybe after…." She let that hang between them with a wicked smile and a flash of mirth in her eyes.

"I was going to ask if you wanted food first or sex first, but you just answered that question for me," he teased, putting her down gently. "Yes, so, George actually made this. It's cauliflower lasagna. His roommate wasn't going to eat it, so I picked it up on my way home." He took out the shopping bag and set it aside, then took out the lasagna, which was still warm. "You can run it through pre-heat if you want, but I think it traveled well."

Trent set about lighting candles and dimming the switches, put the shopping bag in his room, and served the food. He took a small slice himself to be polite; he'd already eaten, but he didn't want to make his love eat alone.

Rebecca chuckled softly at how cute Trent was being as he took the pan of food out and set it on the table. Hearing it came from George, who she knew lived with and worked for Nathaniel had her pause, but only for a moment. What had those boys been up to while she was away? That was a very odd turn of events in just a brief period of time.

"Well, that was nice of them," she said with a smile as she came to join Trent at the table after he had set it and she had washed up. She wasn't going to question it. Apparently, Nathaniel had apologized to Trent for how he had behaved and those two were trying to work it out? Nathaniel had apologized to her, but she had yet to talk to him about it or forgive him really for his actions. But, if Trent could forgive, she could too.

"Wow! This is really good. Tell George, I say thanks next time you see him." Normally, Rebecca didn't really like healthy foods, but that pasta was amazing! It tasted just like regular pasta! Maybe she should start eating a little healthier too?

Trent nibbled politely at his lasagna. It was rather good, as good as he could have made. He recognized something in it, the same secret ingredient he had used when he'd first cooked tagliatelle for Rebecca.

"It is good," he agreed.

"So, how did your weekend go, Babe? What did you do while I was away? Anything fun?" Rebecca asked with a smile as she looked at Trent, trying to start conversation and catch up. She had missed him SO much!

"My weekend was eventful," Trent said mysteriously. "I made some progress on the wedding prep, but there's still a lot to do this coming week after we get back home from Iowa. I thought you'd want to be there for the cake tasting, at least. Your last wedding looked like it was planned by someone else entirely; there was truly little of 'you' in it, so for that reason alone, it was doomed to fail even if I hadn't given Josh documents about your past."

She looked up at him with a smile when he told her that he wanted her to be involved as well, but she made a playful face when he mentioned her wedding to Josh Chan.

"That's cause it was…" She said with a hint of a soft laugh. "Everything was thrown together so quickly there wasn't really time to plan anything." She wrinkled her nose and smirked. "Just…yea…big mistake that I am glad, honestly, that I was 'rescued' from." She cast Trent a warm smile as she finished up her meal. Wondering if he would catch her word usage. He had said he was coming to rescue her that day…before he got hit by that bus. Such a thought, she didn't really like to think about, nor the fact that he had ended it in the way he did. But she had to admit, if he hadn't, where would she be now? Scary thought.

"I knew you'd eventually see it that way," Trent said excitedly. "Gosh, Rebecca, you really are perfect. And now, we get to live happily ever after, forever and ever! Are you excited? I'm soooo excited!"

Rebecca blushed at Trent's compliment and his excitement. He was like a little kid, and it was enduring in his happiness. "I am Trent! I really, really am excited! I can't wait to marry you and spend the rest of my life with you!" She gushed, her smile bright.

Trent beamed at Rebecca, pure joy radiating from his every pore. "We do need to select your bridesmaids and my groomsmen," he continued. "I assume you'll want Paula as your matron of honor. As for me, I don't have a lot of friends in town."

Hearing him talk about bridesmaids and groomsmen was making this all very real, extremely fast and she couldn't help but feel excited about it all. "I will ask her and see what she says." Rebecca replied with a hint of a smile. She knew Paula would jump at the chance to be Matron of Honor. She could already hear her shriek of pleasure and it nearly made her laugh. Paula was nothing if outgoing and Rebecca loved her for it. "Who were you thinking of asking, Babe?"

"… Like I said, I don't have a lot of friends in town. I guess I could ask Bash, but is it weird to have your company's lawyer as a best man?" Trent was oblivious to how deeply lonely he sounded for male friends. He had no idea how male friendships actually worked, and while he had tried to make friends with Josh and co, it had fallen so completely flat…. His only other friend was Nathaniel, but asking someone he'd just rejected to be in his wedding party would be cruel.

Her head tilted, hearing the loneliness in his voice even if he didn't mean for it to come out. The only Male friends she knew or had at one point were the ones they either were still mad at or didn't exactly like at the moment. She sure as hell wasn't going to suggest Josh, or Nathaniel for obvious reasons, but WhiJo? Or was he still weirded out, and no, Greg wasn't even an option. This was a pickle. "No, I don't think that's weird, Babe." She paused and tilted her head the other way, thinking. She wasn't the best at making 'healthy' friendships either, but maybe Heather, Paula or even Val knew people? She would have to ask.

Trent nodded, relieved. "I did find the perfect venue," he said, perking up, "but it's up in Northern California, so it's a bit of a drive."

Hearing he had found a venue, made her even more curious, but she had learned, that Trent was good at keeping secrets and if he wanted to surprise her, he would and nothing she could say would make him break or tell her. That thought made her smile though.

"I also went to Nathaniel's place to discuss things with him and George. We clarified that George is in love with Nathaniel, I am unavailable, and that Nathaniel and I can be friends as long as he is civil to you and respectful of our relationship. Nathaniel and I also discussed George and the specifics of why Nathaniel doesn't like him. I feel for the guy, but Nathaniel's right, he's far too pushy and aggressive. You can be romantically pushy without making a horse's ass— sorry, an ass of yourself, don't you think?"

"Wow, you have been a busy, Boy." Rebecca gushed as she listened to Trent explain his weekend. Hearing that Nathaniel, George and Trent had a talk was surprising, but she nodded at hearing what was talked about. "Yea, he apologized to me while I was away." She said a little softly, still not sure how she felt about it all. Nathaniel had a history of apologizing and not really meaning it. "I told him we would talk about it when we got back from our trip. See if he really means it. Still a little mad at him, but I did push him in that argument…" She shrugged a little and smirked faintly. "Still, if he apologized, I guess I should give him a chance to talk about it at least." She would try. She really, really would!

Trent turned somber. "Don't blame yourself for that," he chided. "Nathaniel was acting immature since the day of the hearing, and nothing gave him the right to raise a hand to you. But I think he really is sorry. You made sure of that just as much as I did, you sexy little spitfire." He winked at her.

Hearing Trent stick up for her made her melt all over again as she reached out and took his hand in hers. Hearing him say that he thought Nathaniel really meant his apology made her consider talking to Nathaniel for real. Since Trent and Nathaniel had hated each other and seemed to have come to some sort of agreement, maybe she would try. "Spitfire? Me?" She tried for innocent and chuckled softly. "Am I, now?" She all but purred at the man she loved above all else.

"Yes, you're my little spitfire, and I wouldn't have it any other way," he purred back. "Can I tell you a secret?" he asked. "I bought you that ring four years ago, the day you friended me on Facebook. I dropped it off in my safety deposit box before I went to meet Valencia. Even after the incident with my storage unit, I never took it out until last week. I had been carrying it around with me for days figuring out how I was going to propose."

A soft giggle escaped Rebecca's lips at Trent's words, and she blushed with pleasure. Though, hearing his secret, her smile brightened considerably. He had loved her, really loved her, for that long?

It was mind blowing! She almost couldn't comprehend an emotion lasting that long, that deeply. Her relationships till now, had all been utter failures, so knowing that Trent had felt that way this whole time, let alone waited for her was baffling! But also flattering in a way.

"You did? The day that I—Really? Trent, that is so sweet!" His words about her ring made her look back at it a moment and then back at him. "It's really beautiful. Thank you." She paused and felt herself get all mushy again. "It's like…you know me so well. Everything you do, is utterly perfect. You are so thoughtful, generous, gentle, and kind…honestly, I don't deserve you, but I am so glad you chose me. I love you so much and I will never get enough of you!"

"Really, you think it's sweet?" Trent asked. Even now, after all they had been through, Trent was still sort of getting used to not being pushed away by the woman he loved. "I'm so glad. Don't ever say you don't deserve me. You're the love of my life. Written in the stars, remember?"

"Of course it's sweet." Rebecca said softly, looking Trent in the eyes. "You thought about me…all that time. You remembered me….it's never been like that for me. Not until you, have I ever been completely happy." She wasn't sure how to explain it right. Maybe it was the way Trent made her feel all the time. Maybe it was that he could read her so well. Maybe it was how deeply he loved her…or maybe it was a combination of all three, she wasn't sure, but something…clicked, when they were together and whatever it was, Rebecca had no intention of letting him go, ever, ever again.

They had danced around each other for so long, and in the end, it nearly destroyed them both. Now, they had nothing but their future together and it thrilled her, utterly to no end!

"I love you too, Trent. With every beat of my heart, I am yours. Words cannot describe the depths of my feelings, nor my devotion, to you." She said warmly and with feeling. He stirred her to such heights that it made her feel so warm and fuzzy inside.

"I'm completely happy with you, too, Rebecca. I would say you have no idea, but we're so in sync that I know you do," Trent enthused. He took both her hands and kissed them tenderly, from the backs, to her palms, to her wrists.

Rebecca had never been this happy before in her life. Ever. And being with the man she loved, just made everything so much better.

"You know I live to please you, babygirl. I would do anything for you," Trent murmured.

"You live to please me, huh, Trenty Bear?" She said with a mischievous but loving smirk. Lightly teasing at his word usage. As her eyes flitted to the mantel and then back to his. "In that, we are a perfect match….for to please you, pleases me…greatly" Her words a soft purr as she reached out to lightly caress his cheek. GODS! She had missed this man, SO MUCH!

His happy grin turned salacious. "Well, then… There's something I've been wanting to try." He stood, cleared their plates, and then stalked slowly over to the mantle. He picked up the box of flavored condoms. "Pick your poison," he practically growled.

Seeing the look Trent gave her, her body warmed, and she flushed at hearing the growl in his voice. She watched him as he strode to the mantle and then picked up the box and held it out, and that action alone, combined with the way he watched her, damn near made her gulp.

"Grape…purple…" She managed to gasp out as she started quivering just ever so slightly as she sat there. What did Trent have planned for them? She was so excited!

"Good," Trent purred. "Now… Take off everything except your panties." He unboxed and held out the clit-sucking toy. "Then, I want you to put this between your lips and turn it on. Your panties should hold it in place."

So saying, Trent removed his jacket and shirt, standing before her in his tight leather trousers, very obviously aroused.

She couldn't breathe! Everything had stopped! Hearing what was asked of her….No…commanded of her, Rebecca slowly stood and disrobed, fighting the blush that didn't just tinge her cheeks, but her whole body.

Taking the toy from Trent, she positioned it so it was settled just right and turned it on, giving a soft hiss of pleasure as she felt it work its magic on her most sensitive of parts.

"Ohhh dear God…" She whispered under her breath when she next turned to look up at Trent, and saw how he was dressed…or rather…wasn't. The sight of that well-built man, in only leather riding pants, with his shirt off about near did her in right there! He was so fucking HOT that she felt her body respond right away, as her breathing became slower, deeper.

The expectation of what was to follow, made her even more excited, for normally, it had been she who had instigated affection, but now, Trent was very much in control and she found she LOVED it!

"Good girl," Trent murmured, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "You are so beautiful, babygirl. Now…" He picked up the riding crop. "Bend over the kitchen table for me."

Rebecca's eyes slid closed for a second, a soft intake of breath passed through her lips at Trent's gentle touch and she all but melted at his words. This…this was so heady and exciting!

Seeing the whip in his hands, she felt her insides clench, but she did as he bid. Turing to face the table, she placed both hands flat upon it and bent over it, legs spread apart just enough to help keep her balanced.

Her heart was racing by this point, and she was pretty sure Trent could hear it. Her mouth had gone dry and her breathing, she tried to focus on, but it still came in deep, slow, breaths.

"Very good," Trent praised her. He walked over to her slowly. Then, when he was within reach, he trailed the riding crop up one of her legs and then down the other, teasing her. He did this a couple more times, stroking the sides and backs of her legs. Then, with a devilish smirk, he pulled the remote to the Bombex toy out of his pocket and dialed up the intensity slightly, just before the first hit. The crop slapped her rear smartly, not too hard— Trent was careful to watch his strength— just hard enough to get a reaction. Then he dialed the toy back down to where it was.

"How did that feel?"

Her eyes had slid closed again at the feeling of the leather sliding up and down her legs and thighs. Rebecca's entire body was like a live wire, taunt, expecting, waiting as she tried to remember that to breathe was a good thing.

The sensations Trent made her feel, with just this simple action, as well as the Bombex working her made her groan ever so softly, as she bit her lip to hold it back.

Only when he suddenly turned the toy up and he smacked her hard, with the whip, did that groan come out as a full-throated moan! Her back bending as she tensed, as if trying to hold still while at the same time instinctively reacting to pulling away from the pain. But by the GODS—did that feel GOOD!

"Good….so good, Love…." She managed to gasp out as she tilted her head just enough to be able to catch his eye. "Again?" She asked, a growl tinted her voice. Challenging in a way. THIS was so fucking exciting!

Trent bowed his head slightly. "As you wish, my pet."

He dialed up the intensity of the toy again, then smacked her rear, in a different spot, then dialed the toy back down. He did this several more times, the intensity of the toy 'warning' her about the intensity of the hit, both increasing slightly every time. He liked watching her back arch like this, hearing her moaning and crying out in pleasure and pain. He scented her increasing arousal and worked hard to keep himself in check.

Turning back to look into space, she focused instead on a picture on a wall to ground her as he put her through the pleasures', torturous sensations over and over again.

Each time the toy went up in stimulation, she felt her body prepare for his strike, and it ripped cries of bliss and pain both out of her lips as her body bucked and reacted to his attentions.

Each time, the stimulation got faster, more intense and she knew that his next strike would be harder than the next, but strangely, that didn't frighten her but instead had her breathing coming out in gasps by this point, her body all but quivering at his attentions and she all but moaned and cried out for him, over and over.

"Godsss….Trent…! That feels sooooo damn good…." She hissed out after a relatively hard strike, which she knew would leave marks at this point. Her fingers splayed on the table, gripping, searching for purchase so hard her knuckles turned white.

She knew he knew her safe word, but she wasn't going to use it. Not yet at least. It all felt too good. HE was too good! Her brain was floating on a wave of endorphins and pain, and it made her feel heady and she found something inside that relished this time with him. Seeking each strike, followed by his gentle attentions before the next one fell.

"TRENT! FUCK BABY!" Her voice came out in a growl as she quivered under him.

"That's right, babygirl, scream my name," Trent half-purred, half-growled. Then, suddenly, he turned the toy all the way up, preparing her for another strike.

Rebecca's pleasure induced mind was reeling, so much so that when the toy went up all the way, she nearly cried out in a long snarling refrain of words that wouldn't exactly be used in polite society. Her body arching, preparing for a strike that usually followed such a herald.

But instead of hitting her, he put the crop down and leaned over her, pressing his whole body flush against hers. He slipped one hand into her panties from behind and fingered her while the toy worked her clit at its strongest setting.

"How is my good little kitty feeling?" he whispered, directly into her ear. "Is she ready to come for me?"

She felt her Beloved at her back, his fingers at her womanhood, teasing and his attentions damn near made her shriek as she felt her insides clamp around his fingers as she shook and arched back into him.

"YESSSS! Please, TRENT….I Can't….OHHH GODDDSSS….MAY I?"

She was so far gone that she didn't realize that she had asked permission, holding on, that much longer made it all the sweeter in a weirdly passionate way.

"Hmm." Trent pretended to consider her request as his fingers found her G-spot. This was heady and intoxicating. They always enjoyed sex together, and Trent loved that she loved him back now, that she craved him equally as much as he craved her. But this was on another level! He liked having power over others, and even as much as he loved and respected his soon-to-be bride, he couldn't deny that he enjoyed wielding power over her, as well. Especially if she reacted like this.

"Yes, kitten. Come for me," he commanded, a soft, deadly whisper in her ear, trying to stifle his own moans of pleasure. Right now was about her.

Hearing the way Trent's voice sounded, in her ear. So masculine, deep, dangerous, made Rebecca respond in a way she never would have considered with anyone else. Ever!

She had been holding it back, forcing it down till he said she could. Her body quivering as he pretended to think about his answer, soft moans turned to whimpers as holding back her pleasure took more and more effort and actually began to hurt. She gritted her teeth and found another source of strength, if you will, not to give till Trent said yes, and when he finally gave her permission, she came with an almost feral scream of his name as release and pleasure and pain flooded her all at once!

Stars exploded behind her eyes, her entire body went stiff against his, and for a moment, she forgot how to breathe. Until her brain kickstarted again and she gasped deeply, as she all but collapsed against the table, under Trent, a gasping, shuddering, mess. THAT had been incredible, and knowing they weren't even close to done made her whimper softly in delight. "Love….you…." She managed to gasp out softly.

"I love you too, little kitty," Trent murmured, nipping her ear. Then he pulled back and unzipped his leathers, pulled his throbbing, needy cock out of his underpants, and rolled on the grape condom she had selected. He trailed his hand up and down her back, soothing and arousing at once, as he turned the toy down to low-to-mid intensity Then, he stepped around her and stood with his back just slightly against the table, gripping the edge, and guided her onto her knees in front of him.

"Whenever you're ready, kitten," he said.

It took Rebecca a few moments to come down off that most wonderful high, and Trent's gentle attentions as well as turning the toy down a bit helped. Slowly sensation returned to her, and she could focus.

Standing, she winced slightly and knew she would be sore tomorrow, but for right now, it felt wonderful. She would wear these marks with pride as well. Watching as Trent came to stand before her, and noting how turned on he was, she slowly fell to her knees before him, and glanced up at him in adoration before she turned her attentions to him.

Taking gentle hold of his cock, and leaning forward, she used her tongue to tease him. Flicking her tongue lightly over only his tip as she cast her eyes back to his as she purred deep in her throat. Stroking him slowly to start, she massaged his member in a way that she knew he liked and ever so slowly, took him fully into her mouth.

Going down on him as far as she could, she held herself there, refusing to breathe as her hand still pumped him, before slowly pulling back and using tongue to twirl around him, finding those spots on him that got her a reaction, she toyed with before sucking harder and going back down, taking him almost fully every time. She knew how to tease him too…

"Oh god," he gasped, the second she touched him. His breath came in short, shallow gasps. He was already so turned on. "Rebecca, yessss," he hissed, tangling his fingers in her hair. The fact that she loved him enough to do this for him, which had not been the case the first two times they had had sex, before they mutually got together, made his heart swell. He rocked his hips, thrusting into her mouth and moaning uncontrollably.

Feeling his excitement, Rebecca just relaxed her throat and let him set the pace for how she and he both, moved. This was beyond amazing! Hearing him call for her, tasting the grape flavor while still tasting him through the condom, his fingers in her hair, holding her steady. All of it, made her so wet all over again as she felt her pleasure in response to Trent's.

"Oh God, I love you so much," he cried out. "YEEEESSSSS!" He threw back his head and screamed her name, over and over, close to the edge, loving the way she teased him. "Tell me when to come, babygirl," he cried out, any semblance of composure gone.

Working him till her jaw hurt, she pulled back enough to growl up at him. "Come for me Trenty Bear…I want you to come!" She snarled, her face a mixture of love, passion, devotion, and another emotion she had no name for. She now, felt powerful that this handsome, loving, brilliant, wonderful man trusted her enough to see him in this way. Vulnerable, quivering, at a total loss of control.

With a low moan, she went back pleasuring him, wanting to feel it when he came!

He didn't hesitate. He didn't think. The second she gave the word, his body reacted. He was putty in her hands, melting in her mouth, shouting his pleasure so loud he wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors called in a noise complaint, not that police ever came to this house.

Hearing his cries of passionate release, and feeling him quiver as he came, Rebecca groaned low in her throat as she, too, found release in pleasing the man she loved.

He sat on the table immediately after he'd come, so that he wouldn't fall forward and risk hurting the goddess before him. His heart was racing, and he had to work to catch his breath.

Pulling back slowly and setting back on her heels, she tilted her eyes up to Trent's and smiled, lovingly but wickedly. Licking her lips to get all the taste from them, as she loved how he tasted normally, but combined with the grape flavor…was almost too much.

She watched him, quivering before her, and felt all too pleased with herself. She had done this for him. No one else.

"How is it," he gasped out, "each time is somehow better than the time before it?" He smiled fondly at her and ran his fingers through her hair again, then cupped her little cheek.

"Each time is amazing because of our love for each other Trent." She replied as she nuzzled lightly into his touch. "Our trust in each other gives enjoyment the likes I have never felt before, and our love binds us in a way I never want to be bound to another but you…ever, ever again."

Trent smiled, endeared by her explanation. It was a rhetorical question, but he wasn't going to ruin the mood by pointing that out.

Once he felt he could walk properly, he discarded the used condom in the trash and went back to sit with his love.

"I'd like to discuss something with you," he began gently.

Rebecca didn't trust herself at all, at the moment, to even attempt to try to stand. That thought alone, made her giggle. Last time, she had teased him because she couldn't walk…now, she couldn't stand…it was funny.

She looked up at him, tilting her head slightly. "Sure, Babe. What's on your mind?" She asked.

Trent gave a small smile. "Well, we're getting into some new territory here, and I think we should discuss our limits. You have more experience with these things, but I've done a lot of reading over the years. So I wanted to know, do you prefer to keep things Safe, Sane, and Consensual, or are you more into Risk-Aware Consensual Kink? I want to know how hardcore you're willing to go so I don't risk hurting you. You're free to safeword at any time, of course, but I'd rather not cause any trauma."

Taking a moment, to ponder Trent's question, Rebecca settled back beside him and looped her fingers with his. True, she had enjoyed this with him more then she had enjoyed anything, like, ever, but she had to stop and think. Would she had even used her safe word with him, knowing it was…well…him. She trusted Trent with her life, and had said as much many times over, but she also knew what it felt like…to be 'lost' in that moment, and that's all it would take. One tiny slip, and damage could be done that couldn't be taken back later.

"Tonight was honestly the first time I have ever tried anything remotely like that, Babe. I liked it…No… I Loved it. But I get why we should talk about it." She smiled back at him and nuzzled him gently. "I like the Risk-Aware Consensual Kink things we have done together. You push me in a way, that I never felt it was possible, to feel such things I never thought existed." She paused and she tilted her head in thought. "It…didn't hurt, like I thought it would. I get that there is a line between pleasure and pain, but that was all just so enjoyable. I'd love to explore more of the same with you, Trent."

Her smile brightened and she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "You know my safe word, and I know, you would never hurt me. It's ok, to let lose once in a while too, though Babe." She giggled softly. "Promise…I'm not as fragile as I look."

Trent was puzzled as he looked at her. "Sweetie, we didn't even approach RACK territory tonight," he said. "Risk-Aware means that you might get harmed, but you consent to the possibility. Things like burning, branding, cutting, and…some unsanitary things." Trent grimaced, but he realized he shouldn't be delicate about this if he wanted her to understand.

Noting his puzzled expression, Rebecca felt her cheeks burn slightly as he explained. "Ohhhh…" Was all that came to her poor little full-stop brain. It took her a second, to even wrap her head around such a thought and figure out how to respond.

"For example, I won't even consider scat play. That's a hard limit," said Trent.

She instantly made a face. "Eww…no. Me either."

"And I don't think I would want to be branded, but if the mood and moment were right, and it was somewhere others are unlikely to see— without a turtleneck— I might consent to it, so that's a soft limit. Golden showers— that's, um, I mean, piss play" —Trent blushed deeply— "is something I could be into, in theory, but I'm neutral about it. And edging or orgasm control… That's a kink. I'm really into it. I used to edge myself thinking about you when we were in college," he confessed.

"And you already know I'm into fantasizing about torture and murder even if I wouldn't go through with it. So… What do you think your limits might be, and what are you into?" he asked, hoping to get something concrete that they could build from.

She chuckled softly and tilted her head, and bit her lip as she thought. "Well…I have never really thought about it before, Babe…but….nothing illegal, for obvious reasons. Golden showers aren't something I am into, and blood play might be a bit iffy, if done right." She paused and looked at Trent, he had shared himself with her, least she could do was do the same in return. "I really like edging control, that was fun. Always had a strange fascination with fire cupping too. Branding, we can talk about, for sure so that's a soft limit for me. Bondage, of course, cause who doesn't love that?" She giggled again and smirked. "I don't mind your torture/murder kink and really am curious as to how far that could go and what would happen together. Wax play I am interested in."

Trent listened quietly and nodded along. He was glad they were mostly on the same page. He would have to investigate fire cupping; he couldn't remember what that was off the top of his head.

"I would probably enjoy wax play," he said.

"Wax play, I hear, is fun. Stings at first, but that is what after care is for…before you do it again. Gagging, though that would go with the bondage," Rebecca continued. "Sensory play is a yes."

"Oh, I love the idea of bondage. You can use my boulder ropes for that, if you want to tie me up, and my sweaters are perfect for blindfolds. Sensory play, mmm, definitely."

Hearing he would let her tie him up made her smile turn playfully wicked. Imagining having that big, strong, muscular Male under her spell….it made her sigh deeply in delight as she shivered at the delicious chill that suddenly raced through her.

"Leather…." She gave him a playful look and nodded. "OH YES!" That pulled a soft laugh from her lips as she openly started at her Beloved. "Cause…Damn! You look good in those pants, Babe. So yes…love that! Whipping is good, obviously."

Whew! That felt good to say in a way. To have someone know what she was into and not look at her weird or like she was nuts. And knowing, that she shared of the same likes as Trent, and that he loved her, only made it that much easier to tell him.

He grinned at her reaction to his leather pants. "You could also lead me around in scanties and a harness, if you wanted to," he offered. "If you wanted to go to a club and show me off, that is." He'd be into it in the regular public, too, and it wasn't technically illegal, but he knew some people found it distasteful and he didn't want to hurt Rebecca's reputation.

"They—they have clubs, for this type of thing? Really?" She asked, curious. But it made sense that they would. Where else could people of like mind come together for a good time and learn or even watch? "We should go sometime. Together, just to see. Maybe we could learn a thing or two and experiment together." Just imagining Trent in nothing but black briefs, being led around by a collar made her so incredibly Hot. She felt her body slowly warming back up again and tried to school it off her face. But DAMN he was so tempting.

"Of course they do, my love," Trent replied. "I've been to them, but just as a spectator, though I did dress up to fit in." He gestured to his pants. "And I did get invited to a few private house parties, but I didn't attend. If you want to go, to either, just say the word. They work hard to keep the environment safe for newcomers, especially young women. I think I might be into exhibitionism, but if you're not, we can also just spectate and then come home to experiment."

"Exhibitionism? That's where—right. Always been curious about that too, not gonna lie. But not entirely sure how I feel about it yet…but…we could give it a go if you were curious. Slight humiliation might be a soft limit."

"I… respect you too much to try to humiliate you," Trent said haltingly, "but you can verbally degrade me during sex, if you like. The times before when you insulted me, I didn't entirely hate it," he teased, cuddling into her.

"Did you now? I'm not usually that…authoritative, all the time." She chuckled softly, as she leaned over and kissed him softly. "And erotic electrostimulation is something I have been curious about as well," she offered.

He would also have to research electrostimulation. He nodded thoughtfully.

Rebecca giggled and cuddled with Trent. This was fun, them sharing their inner most secretive likes and desires and not being ridiculed for it. So many people were so…proper and it was hard, to find a real connection when you had likes or kinks that were just a little out of societies grasp for what normal was supposed to be. "I love you so much, Trent. No matter what we do, I trust you, and all this talk….is starting to rev me up again…." She flushed, but smiled up at him, almost shyly.

"Oh?" Trent asked playfully. "Revved up, you say?" And he dialed up her toy, smirking wickedly.

She smirked back and nipped lightly at his neck and shoulders with a soft purr. Which turned into a deep gasp as he turned up the toy, she had, for the moment, forgotten was still in place. "Uh-huh!" She groaned out, biting her lip. "Always, for you, Babe…."

Trent removed his trousers fluidly and sat back up on the table, pulling her into his lap. "Ladies' choice," he said, squeezing her close to him and kissing her cheek. "What would you like to do next?"

Being so close to him, gave her comfort, but the way he spoke to her and the way he, as well as the toy, still made her feel, made her bold. "I want you to push me, Trent…" Her voice soft, but had a slight growl to it as she rained tiny, light kisses across his face and lips, slowly. "Let's see how far we can both go, before the night is over…."

Trent was nothing if not up for the challenge, both literally and metaphorically. He and Rebecca were a perfect match in every way, so in sync, so harmonious, that even as they delved into the darker sides of their kinks, they were riding high on a wave of euphoria. Both of them were marked-up by the end of the night, but nowhere Trent's family was likely to see tomorrow; they had been careful of that.

Aftercare was easy. Trent loved pampering Rebecca, and he did everything he could to make sure she was comfortable and happy. As for himself, all he needed was the baseline snuggles she always gave him, and to drift off to sleep in her arms.