“I really enjoy BDSM.”
You roll your eyes. There goes your hopes in him giving you a more interesting response. After what he did to you, you knew full well he was into that stuff,
“Anything specific?” you ask him.
“Not really. I enjoy it no matter the position or situation,” Chandler says.
Damn. Seemed like you were going to have no luck in getting back at Chandler. Based off his response, it sounded as if he was going to be into it no matter what you did. There had to be something else you could do, but what?
“Chandler, if I made you do all that stuff you made me do, would you hate it?”
“No, I would honestly love it. My crush making me engage in BDSM would turn me on a lot.”
You let out another frustrated sigh before remembering what Chandler called you and blush again. Chandler was a heck of a lot harder to crack than you were and part of it might be from the fact that he already liked you in the first place.
Theoretically, you could make Chandler not like BDSM or love you, but the idea of commanding him to do so hurt you a little. You weren’t sure why, but you didn’t want to torture him, even after what he put you through. And, most of all, you didn’t like the idea of removing the years of infatuation your roommate had had for you just for a little sex play.
You put your hands to the sides of your head and recoil your head back as you let out a groan of frustration. Why did this have to be so difficult? Your newfound feelings for Chandler were clearly getting in the way, but you had no way to control them. Perhaps you should just move on to what Chandler did to you next.
“Chandler, describe your ideal partner. They can be a man, a woman, or anything else, it doesn’t matter. Just tell me what your ultimate fantasy partner would be.”