*•*Astra's POV*•*

(cont.)

Hank and Connor watched in silence as I worked with the weed. I grabbed the lighter and lit up again, taking a deep inhale of the fragrant smoke.

"Okay, now where were we? Ah yes, sex. The best topic. My favorite topic," I said, exhaling smoke.

Hank leaned into the couch and put his arm behind Connor. "Prepare to be enlightened, son. She knows what the fuck she's talking about."

"Got any questions?" I asked, looking Connor right in his bright blue face.

"I don't really know much about the human side of sex. I know the biological side, but not the emotional, pleasurable side," Connor said, timidly.

"Let's start with this: it feels great when a woman grabs you by the cock and tells you she means business," Hank said, grabbing the joint from me and taking a hit.

I laughed. "Didn't have you pegged for a sub, Hank. Very interesting."

"I'm not really into all that kinky shit, but I'm willing to admit I do prefer a dominant woman," Hank nodded.

"Sub? Kinky? Dominant?" Connor asked.

"See, Hank. You should've let me lead this conversation. Now we have to explain BDSM to the poor boy," I smirked, looking Connor in the eye as I blew smoke in his direction.

"Please do enlighten me, Astra. I'm eager to know!" Connor responded, scooting closer to me.

"I'm sure you are," Hank laughed.

"Well, sub stands for submissive. In every sexual encounter, there is a dominant and a submissive. The dominant is in control, and the submissive is under the direction of the dominant. In a typical heteronormative sexual encounter, the man is the dominant and the woman is the submissive," I explained as I gently put the joint out. "Does that make sense?"

"Yes," Connor responded.

"Good, now to explain kinky. Some people like things, sexually, that are considered atypical. Those are kinks."

"What is an example of a kink?" Connor asked.

"Well, some people like being whipped or flogged. Others like being tied up or blindfolded. There's a kink for just about everything, I'm certain."

Connor grabbed the dead joint and relit it, taking a deep hit. "So people actually enjoy being whipped?"

"It's a mystery to me, too, buddy. I could never do that to a girl," Hank said.

I glanced at Hank. "It can be very pleasurable if it's done correctly, and a great stress reliever for all parties involved. The idea is that fear is sexy!"

"There are other, tamer sexual things to do, Astra. Not just BDSM. Like choking! I do enjoy choking a woman!" Hank exclaimed.

"Choking is a great example. Another one is pinning someone to a wall. Subtle, but very dominant and very sexy," I added, making direct eye contact with Connor as I hit the joint again.

He shifted in his seat as blue crept across his cheeks.

"I see," he said, swallowing audibly.

Hank yawned loudly and stood up. "I think that's my cue to leave. I'm too tired from today. Astra, thank you for the weed, the whiskey, and the weird conversation. I'll see you tomorrow night at Jimmy's?"

"Yes sir! It was an absolute pleasure hanging out with you today, see you tomorrow!" I said, leading him out the door, closing it behind him.

"I certainly learned a lot today," Connor said in a low voice.

I turned around to see the Android right behind me.

"Jesus, Connor. You scared me shitless."

"Well, isn't fear sexy?" he asked, walking toward me, backing me against the door. Again.

"Connor," I started.

"Stop," he said, putting a hand in my hair, pulling it to expose my neck. He brought his face close to mine, and I could feel his lips on my ear. "You forgot to mention hair pulling," he whispered.

My breath hitched, my body went hot, and chills ran down my spine. His hand tightened in my hair and a small whimper escaped my lips. He let go with a smirk on his face and stood back, adjusting his tie and fixing his hair from earlier.

"I think I should be heading home too. Thank you for the information. See you tomorrow."

Connor opened the door and walked up to his apartment. I closed my door and leaned against it.

Holy fuck. What the hell just happened?