Questioning

The two of you lay on your bed in each other's arms, exchanging the occasional kiss as a question pounds in your head. Eventually, that question escapes your mouth: "Did being flogged really turn you on that much?"

"It sure did."

You stare at Adela blankly as you process her answer.

"That a problem?"

"No, I'm just a bit surprised, to be honest."

"Well, I am too. That's why I like being with you Oscar. You challenge me, and no one else does that."

"I certainly hope no one 'challenges' you like I do."

Adela lets out a playful laugh. "Don't be silly. Of course not."

You kiss Adela's forehead. "I'm just messing with you."

"But I'm serious about that, Oscar. My viewers just bend down to me, but you push me, and my limits." She flashes a smile. "I mean who else would have come up with that ice-cream thing?"

"I guess that was a bit left of field."

"Yeah, but I like that. And you know your limits too. You stopped because you care for me, and that's why I can trust you."

"Well, this doesn't work if we can't trust each other."

Her finger rubs your chest. "Then it's good that I trust you."

"It sure is."