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My Sweet Spot (3/25)

Pairing: Zayne x Baker|Reader

Summary: One of the regulars that visits your bakery is the renowned, stoic, and always busy cardiac surgeon, Dr. Zayne. You never imagined you’d see him of all people at something like a kink club, but after a chance meeting you realize you both want the same thing: pleasures without any strings attached. Since you want the same thing it should be easy not to catch any feelings…right?

Content: Adult language. Discussion of kink. Casual dirty talk. They don't realize they're flirting. Zayne awkwardness spiral.

Word Count: 4300

Chapters: (First) (Previous)

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Despite the fact that you knew you had to be up early in the morning you still found yourself at the Playhouse that evening. You had more or less promised you would be there in case Zayne actually stopped by. You decided that if you hadn’t seen him by midnight you were going to go home and get a few hours of sleep before heading into work.

Either way you were going to be exhausted the next day so it didn't matter much.

It was pushing eleven and you were thinking about calling it early when you saw him wander into the lobby. “Hey, you came.” You walked up to him. “Wasn't sure if you were.”

“I decided to give it another shot.” He glanced you up and down. You had known you were coming just to spend time hanging out so you had dressed more conservative, a pair of shorts and a crop top you made from an old band tee. Zayne was dressed in the same all black ensemble from last time, minus the undone buttons.

“That's great. Come on, I'll show you around.” You grabbed his arm and tugged him forward. You checked your phones and other possessions at the desk and went back.

Like last time there was a crowd of people enjoying the atmosphere and each others company. Zayne stayed close to you, weaving around intertwined couples as you approached the bar. “Anything to drink?” You asked.

“Oh no, I don't drink.” He said.

You shrugged and ordered a couple of sodas for you both. There was another couple at the bar that you recognized, you had fooled around with them once or twice. “Hey guys,” you approached them, pulling Zayne behind you. “Nice to see you again.”

“Nice to see you too.” They greeted you warmly. “What brings you by and could we maybe tempt you away with us?”

“As fun as that sounds, I'm here as an observer tonight. I'm also showing my friend around.” You gestured to Zayne. “He's new to all this so be gentle with him.”

“Hello. Nice to meet you.” The couple waved at him. “First time at the Playhouse?”

“I've been here once before." He said, hands stuffed in his pockets.

“It can be intimidating.” They chuckled, “I remember it took us at least five visits before we actually got out on the floor. We were just reserving private rooms instead, which is fun but being out with everyone has its perks. Lets you meet a lot of new people.”

“How did you get comfortable with all of this?” Zayne asked, casting a glance at a couple using a flogger at the other end of the room.

“It just takes time and the realization that literally no one is judging you for what you're doing. We're all here because we enjoy this kind of thing. There's nothing to be ashamed or self conscious about.” they assured him.

You stayed talking to them for a bit before you decided to take Zayne around. You showed him the different amenities the club had, where the bathrooms and showers were, where there was a supply station to wipe down equipment and get extra condoms and lube. There were a few private rooms that could be booked out for couples that didn’t want an audience and had different themes. There was a specific section of the club that was specifically for things like knife play since cutting was involved it had to be extra sanitary. You explained that the upper floors were a studio for photoshoots and video shoots as well as the offices and employee break room.

Finally you introduced him to the dungeon master. “And this is Curt, he’s one of the dungeon masters that works here so you’ll see him walking around. He makes sure that everyone is safe and obeying the rules. If things ever get overwhelming or you see someone doing something they shouldn’t be, find him.”

“Always nice to see a new face.” Curt smiled, “It’s either me or Desmond working, you can find us because we wear these neon orange arm bands. Now, as much as I would love to stay and chat I have to go make the rounds. You two have fun.”

“Thanks Curt.” you waved goodbye. “Alright, that pretty much covers everything. Was there anything you had questions about or maybe something you wanted to go back and look at?”

“No. I think I understood everything.” Zayne looked around, “You know, you don’t have to stick to me. You can go have fun if you want to.”

“I’m perfectly fine right here.” you said. “If I was really desperate for something I’d excuse myself but I’m more than content just like this. It’s nice just talking to people and mingling, but you still look uncomfortable it seems. What’s going through that big brain of yours, doc?”

“I suppose I’m more worried about running into someone I know. If I ran into you then I don’t know who else I might see that I know.” he said.

“Understandable. If they’re someone you’re close to it can be jolting and embarrassing. I heard a story once about this couple that came in and one of them accidentally came across their parents. Now that is an awkward situation.”

Zayne paled, looking a little woozy. “You understand that isn’t helping any.”

“Right. That’s an extreme. More than likely you won’t end up running into someone you know but even if you did I like to think it means you learned you have something in common. Yeah, it’s a surprise but it won’t ruin your reputation or anything. They can’t slander you by saying they saw you in the sex dungeon because they themselves were also in the sex dungeon.”

“But I do have a professional reputation to think of.”

“I know. And liking kink does not affect your professional life. It doesn’t make you any worse of a doctor than it does make me a worse baker. And if people want to think of you less as a doctor because you like impact play or ballgags that’s on them, not on you. You’re a grown ass adult. You have a sex drive. It’s normal. It’s not like you’re practicing kink in the operating room. It’s something done in private or in safe spaces like this.”

Zayne looked almost touched. “Thank you. This has been illuminating.”

“And that’s all this visit has to be. You don’t have to dive into anything until you’re ready. Although, I would suggest taking a test just to see where your interests are.”

“A test?”

“It’s more like a questionnaire. It helps gauge what kinds of things you’re into and what you may like exploring. I can send you the link to the one I used.”

“That would be helpful.”

“Great.” you reached for your pocket then remembered you had to leave your phone at the desk. You looked around and saw someone using a permanent marker to write derogatory things on their partner’s thighs. “Oh hey, so sorry, can I borrow that for just a second?”

“Hm? Oh sure.” they handed you the marker.

“Thanks.” you held it out to Zayne, “If you write your number on my arm here I’ll send you the link later.”

“Or we could just go to the lobby and get our phones.” Zayne averted his eyes from the couple on the floor.

“Right. That is an option.” you tossed the marker back to the couple. “I guess I’m done here anyway, what about you?”

“I think I’ve taken in all I can for one night.”

You made your way back to the lobby and checked your items back out. You exchanged numbers and walked out of the club into the cool spring night. “Remember, if you have any questions about anything the test asks you feel free to ask me. Or if you just have questions in general.”

“Will do.” Zayne nodded, staring at the link you sent him. “Get home safe.”

“You too.” you turned and got into your car. That went far better than you had thought. And it was only a little past midnight so you still had a few hours before you had to be at the bakery for opening shift.

Unfortunately three hours of sleep didn’t stop you from being a total zombie when you had to wake up later. You dragged yourself to work and muddled through the opening tasks and baking you had to do before the store opened. You were so dead you were probably gonna have to leave early just so you didn’t end up collapsing. You hated the idea of leaving early on a busy weekend but by the time the store opened and your co-workers came in you were about ready to pass out.

You actually didn’t trust yourself to drive so got a cab back to your apartment and collapsed on your bed. Your collection of plushies went flying off the bed as you thwumped down on the mattress. You weren’t sure how long you were asleep for but you felt more like a functional human when the sound of your phone ringing woke you up.

“Hello?” you yawned.

“Hello, sorry to bother you on a weekend but are you busy right now?” Zayne’s voice snapped you to attention.

“Oh uh, yeah, I’m not busy. What’s up?” you scrambled to sit up, smoothing out your hair as if he could see your napping bedhead.

“You said to contact you if I had any questions.” he said, his voice getting quieter as he spoke.

“Yes. I did say that. What did you need clarification on?” you asked, calming down slightly now that you knew why he was calling you out of the blue.

“Well, I have an idea about what this could mean but I’m taking the questionnaire you sent me right now and it is asking me about degrading treatment. What does that mean exactly? How is that relevant to BDSM?”

“Oh okay. So degradation in this context means that the partners engaged in the scene get off to degrading their partner or being degraded. This can be done through words as well as actions.”

“What does that imply? What sorts of things are being said?”

“You know, saying things like ‘You’re a little whore,’ ‘dumb slut,’ or ‘You’re only good for being a cumdump.’ that sort of thing. And then degrading them physically would be stuff like treating them as mere objects, forcing them to do humiliating stuff, I’ve heard some gentle face slapping is big in that community right now, all of this is done with consent of course.”

“Oh. I guess that makes sense.” You could hear his voice waver a little. It was cute that he got all embarrassed like this. “And people really like that, huh?”

“Yup. I know I like a little degradation during a scene. Nothing egregious but I have to say I’m more of a praise girly. If you mix the two then I’m in heaven.” Okay, calm down, he didn’t ask to know all your kinks. He had just barely gotten over the whole watching you orgasm thing, you didn’t need to make him spiral further by telling him how you liked being called master’s perfect little slut.

“Mix?”

“You know, praising them while also still degrading them. Like, ‘my good little fuckhole is taking it so well.’ That sorta thing.” You were starting to regret telling him he could ask you anything because you were turning yourself on thinking about all of this. That was not what you needed right after a nap!

“Little fuckhole…” he muttered so quietly you barely heard it. Zayne cleared his throat. “I--I see.”

Zayne stuttering was something you didn’t know would sound so cute. You couldn’t help but tease him a little. “That doing anything for you or is it not up your alley?”

“It’s fine…good even.” he cleared his throat again. “Sorry for calling you up like this. I probably should have just looked it up myself.”

“No no, it’s fine. This is why I gave you my number. Did you have any more questions?” you shook off your embarrassment and horniness and kept talking.

“No. Not right now.”

“Okay. And you can always text me if that’s easier.”

“I didn’t think I’d be able to type the words. It’d feel too permanent.”

“Ah, no papertrail. I understand.” you only used private tabs to look up stuff early on too. “Well, good luck to you on the rest of the quiz. Let me know what your results are when you’re done. I’m curious to see what you get. I’ll even send you my results so it’s fair.”

“Sure. Goodbye now.”

“Bye.” you hung up. You laid back on your bed, legs pressed tight together. The mental image of being bent over your bed while someone with dark hair and hazel eyes spoke dirty words of praise and degradation would not leave you alone now. That low timbre of his voice, hot breath on the back of your neck as you were used like a toy. Little fuckhole.

“He just had to repeat that part didn’t he?” you muttered, thighs clenching closer together. Your brain was playing it on repeat, adding onto it in his same voice.

Little fuckhole. Master’s little fuckhole. Master’s little fuckhole is doing such a good job. Say it. Say what you are, my beautiful little fuckhole.

“Master’s beautiful little fuckhole…” you whispered to your ceiling.

“Ugh!” you rolled over, blindly reaching for your bedside table and the vibrator in the drawer. Maybe you’d calm down after an orgasm.

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The questionnaire was certainly helpful in the ways that Zayne expected it to be. It was nice to have explored his comfort with different types of kinks and dynamics to see where he leaned. The downside was that after he had made that call to you each question he answered he kept thinking about you. It wasn’t just, how would he feel about using restraints on a partner but instead his brain kept asking him how he would feel using restraints on you specifically. And it just kept on going like that. Would he like punishing you? Would he like being hit by you? Does his pleasure not matter if it gets you off?

Eventually he had to stop swatting the thoughts away and correcting himself or else he’d never finish the damn quiz.

All of this could have been avoided if he had just looked it up on his phone instead of calling you. Why had even called? Why hadn’t he just texted like a normal person? He had to call you and hear you say all those dirty things as if it was the most natural thing in the world. He wasn’t proud to say that hearing you say all those things made a little stiff in the pants. It certainly didn’t go away for the rest of the quiz, only getting more noticeable and harder to ignore the more he kept imagining a number of the scenarios presented to him with you as his partner.

Why was he acting like this anyway? It wasn’t like he was some wide-eyed virgin in his freshman year at university. He’s watched porn. He’s had sex. He’s had plenty of regular sex before deciding to get into kink. It was not as if you were the first woman he ever saw have an orgasm. So why were you invading his mind like this?

It’s a phase. He told himself. You were the first real introduction he had to kink that wasn’t through a screen and you were being so kind as to help him get started and familiar with the community it was only natural that you kept popping up in his head. It was affiliation. Once he was settled and he didn’t need to rely on you for guidance then all of this would go away and he’d stop having perverted fantasies about you wearing nothing but your apron.

Once he finished the quiz he looked over the results. The results he had promised to send you. Was he really going to send this to you? You were going to know all the things he was into.

You promised to send him your results as well. He was going to know without a shadow of a doubt all the things that you preferred in the bedroom too. He knew a few already like how you liked being tied up and degraded and praised. He knew you liked having an audience…

Shit. His spiral earlier had almost gotten rid of his hard on but now it was back.

This really wasn’t how he imagined spending his day off. Before last night his plan was to go to the library and do some grocery shopping. Now instead he was sitting at his desk, laptop opened to a BDSM quiz, and an erection that was pressing more insistently against his zipper the more he kept thinking about you.

He opened a different tab on his laptop and went to his preferred site for porn. His fingers typed in what he was looking for, certain tags leaping onto the screen. Degradation. Praise. Restraints. Baker.

His gaze halted when he realized he typed in that last word. Nope. No. He wasn’t flying that close to the sun.

Hit delete. Hit. Delete.

*Enter*

The screen filled with a large array of videos descending in relevancy. One title caught his eye.

Naughty Bakery: Morning Shift (daddy rails and degrades me on front counter. Ribbon restraint. Apron. Creampie)

Fuck. The girl in the thumbnail even had a small resemblance to you. Same face shape and hair color but she had pink colored contacts in and the size of her chest was wrong. The looping five seconds of video that played when he hovered over it showed her sat on the front counter, apron barely covering her jiggling chest while she was being pounded, face twisted in ecstasy.

*Click*

It was embarrassing just how fast he came after watching that video. Even more so when his vision went out of focus, blurring the actress’s face enough for Zayne to imagine it was actually you instead. The voice wasn’t right but that hardly mattered when he spent himself into a tissue. The video still had a few minutes left on it, the camera pushing in close on her raw abused pussy as she squeezed out a glob of thick cum.

He closed everything, leaning back in his chair as the high of the orgasm faded and the sour taste of regret settled over him. “What am I doing?” he muttered to himself.

He cleaned himself up and dusted himself off. “This is fine. It was a slip up. She’s on my mind a lot because she’s helping me and because everything is sex related that’s why she keeps popping up as a fantasy. That’s it. I indulged the fantasy this one time, there’s no more curiosity now. I’ll be fine so long as I don’t make a habit of it.”

Saying it out loud was supposed to make him feel more certain in his reasoning but it all sounded like excuses instead.

Zayne decided to take his mind off of everything and head to the library. He picked up a few books he had been meaning to read and on his way back to his house he ended up passing by your bakery. Normally he would have gone inside and picked up a snack to bring back home while he read but it felt far too invasive to go inside after what he had watched earlier. What if you were manning the front counter again? You and your wide easy going smile and powdered sugar sticking to your cheek. Would he be able to look you in the eye, his brain betraying him by making him imagine you in your work apron without anything on underneath.

Best to skip it for today and see if he could get back to some form of order another day. Yet when he returned home and cracked open one of the books he borrowed he found he couldn’t concentrate. He was rereading the same paragraph over and over and yet couldn’t remember a word of it. His mind kept wandering away to inappropriate things he had thought he had put aside for the day.

“Fine.” he snapped the book closed. “I will indulge it today and get it out of my system so the next time I see her I won’t have any problems…I’m also going to stop talking to myself before it becomes a habit.”

Zayne pulled out his laptop again. The tab with the quiz results was still up. One of the results that he had a high interest in was labeling him as a Rigger/Rope Bunny. He had a feeling what that was but decided to look it up just to make sure. Sure enough it was all about restraints.

It was actually rather fascinating seeing the different types of restraints there were. It was not just rope and handcuffs, basically it was about any kind of bondage material. The more he looked into it the more he realized how little he actually knew. Like, he didn’t know about spreader bars before this. The images he came across made his pulse quicken.

While doing his research he came across some other bondage he hadn’t heard about before, something called shibari. It was a rope restraint but instead of doing a basic knot to restrain your partner it was about creating an artistic piece out of rope and your partner. Zayne had to admit, the complex knotwork and designs people made to cross over their lover’s body were actually quite beautiful.

He was scrolling through some images and how-to guides when his phone lit up with a notification with your name. He opened it and saw a seemingly innocent text.

Hey! I was just wondering if you finished taking your test yet

Deep breath. Nothing to get embarrassed about. You have been drilling it into his head that his interests are nothing to be awkward about or ashamed of.

Yes, I did. Did you still want to see the results?

Your response came in a moment later.

Only if you want to! I am really curious though

He could deny sending you the results but what was the point at this moment in time? Had he not already crossed so many boundaries with you already? He sent over the results and waited with some level of anxiety to hear your response. His phone pinged again and he took a beat before looking at what you said.

Hell yeah! We’re switch buddies!

Zayne snorted just a little. That seemed a very keeping in character reaction from you.

You got a 100% on restraints. That’s hot ngl. Did I inspire you??

He could tell by the silly little emojis you added that you were teasing him but he certainly couldn’t admit that you were partially right. Before he could think of a response another text popped up.

Some things I’m honestly a little surprised about but all around these are good results imho

This is a great jumping off point. Is there anything in particular you are looking forward to trying or learning more about?

Zayne didn’t know exactly how to respond to that. There were many things he was curious about but where to start? He glanced at his computer that was still open to the shibari guides he had been looking at.

Well, there is this type of bondage called shibari that piqued my interest.

You responded almost immediately.

Oooooooh!!! The Playhouse actually does a shibari class every month! You can go to that if you want to try it out irl

Zayne blinked at the screen.

Really?

A link to a website was sent to him.

Yepper! And don’t worry, people are fully clothed the entire time. It’s really just a class to learn knots and safety.

Have you been to these classes?

I’ve been to one before but I have to admit my hands are better at braiding bread than tying knots.

Zayne paused, unsure what to say now. After a minute of silence you texted him again.

If you want, I can go with you as your partner that way you don’t have to pair up with a stranger.

He hadn’t even thought about that. He was still nervous about attending such a class and the idea of having to pair up with an absolute stranger only made it worse.

That would be a relief, if you wouldn’t mind. I’d hate to put you out.

Never! It’ll be fun! Look over the link I sent you and see if the date of the class works for you. If you can’t make it lmk and we’ll figure out another time to go

He let you know that the date worked for him and you expressed your excitement about going once more. Zayne felt more at ease knowing that he’d have you there to steady him. Then he glanced at his laptop and his blood froze.

He was going to a shibari class with you. He was going to spend an entire afternoon tying rope around your body and from the examples he had seen they could get quite…intimate. An entire afternoon with his hands on your body while you smiled sweetly and innocently just as you had at the Playhouse when you were showing him around. So at ease with everything while he felt like he was going to combust from the scenes going on around him.

He should have got masochist on his results because it seemed he was a true glutton for torture.

Disclaimer: I do not do tag lists. Sorry!

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