"The dom style?"
"Yes, baby," he breathed.
"How does it work?"
"Finish your drink."
I did, gulping the whole content. He followed suit and collected both of our glasses to his bedside table.
"What we did earlier," he said, skimming through his drawer for something, "I asked you to feel it outside the pleasure."
I nodded.
"It is called finding pleasure in pain."
I frowned. "Does that only work for werewolves?"
"No." He brought out a black blindfold from the drawer.
"Is it called the subdom-whatever? The one you mentioned earlier."
"Yes." He approached me again. "Sub is who the pleasure is done to, dom is who does the pleasure."
"Are you my dom?"
He caressed my cheek. "Yes, baby."
"What are the things you'd be doing to me? Will you claw me?"
"No. No. I won't use pains pertaining to my power as a werewolf. Just basic human things. Like..."
"Like what? What are the things?"
"I can't tell you now. If I do, you'd run away from me."
