doesn’t recognize it, though the rest of us do.” Her head dipped to the side, as if she didn’t want to keep talking. But she inhaled and continued, anyway: “I’m going to go to hell for saying this, but I’m—well, I’m kind of grateful for what happened to him. Before the accident, I was smack-dab in the middle of his ‘work buddy’ space. Not a prayer for escaping the friend zone. Major problem, since he was pretty much just my ultimate fantasy fuck.”
“Your what ?” He managed not to choke on it.
She giggled. “You heard me. And don’t play prissy, Sir. You have a few, too. I’d bet solid money on it. A subbie you’ve been eyeing around here? Girl at the day job you’ve stolen an extra peek or two at? Your favorite Vicky’s Secret angel?”
Dan grunted. “So what’s this guy to you now?” Shit. He had to go there, didn’t he? No matter how she answered, it was bound to mess with his brain. He didn’t care. The opportunity was too ripe not to be plucked—and yeah, her answer meant too much now. “You still want to ‘fantasy fuck’ him?” He pressed his hands to the dais on either side of her head and leaned low over her face. “Are you thinking of him right now, girl?”
She managed to look indignant, even with his position—and hers. “Of course I am—but only because you brought it up!”
He ignored her huffy finish. “Did you ask him to do this with you first?” he growled. “To bring you someplace like this and dominate you?”
He sensed she wouldn’t lie about it—but didn’t anticipate the speed of her honesty, either. “Yes,” she declared. “I did. I’m not an idiot. Dan’s a great guy, and fucking gorg—well, he’s nice-looking, we’ll leave it at that. So of course I tried. And for the record, he turned me down.”
“For the record then, he’s the idiot.” He meant it—now more than ever.
“Probably.” She stunned him again with her soft laugh. “But that doesn’t diminish my gratitude to him for all this. Without his openness about BDSM and his encouragement that I be open about it as well, I’d never have come this far. It’s a gift I’ll never thank him for enough.”
Well, shit.
You asked.
That didn’t ease the constriction in his chest. Or that the follow-up question to that was more obvious than the shine on her corset—as well as the last thing he wanted to speak. But avoiding it was even less an option. This would be his only chance to learn her complete truth.
“So that’s why you asked him to do this with you? Because of gratitude?”
“Uh-uh.” She jerked her chin up. “I asked him because I wanted him. And before you ask, I wanted him in any way I could get him, especially between my legs. If that makes things weird now, you just say the word.”
Dan barely suppressed his laugh—and his whoop. Both temptations grew the next moment, as the weight on his chest transformed from lead to feathers.
Weird ?
Okay, he saw how her logic went there, especially since she was so brand-new to all this—but his little ruby still had no concept of what a gift she’d given him, in more ways than one. The man inside him preened, floored by the idolatry she’d nourished even after half his face had turned into a burnt omelet. The Dom in him glowed, proud of her for embracing honesty that most seasoned submissives wouldn’t possess in her present position.
She amazed him.
Humbled him.
Hardened him.
To an intensity he hadn’t experienced in such a long damn time.
“My brilliant little rose.” He pressed a kiss into the curve of her neck. “You have no idea how un weird this make things.” He suckled and nipped his way to the other side of her neck. “How perfect it makes everything.”
As he expected—and hoped—his sensual abuse made her whimper. “Th-thank you, Sir.”
He flattened both hands, sliding palms down her sternum, over the swells of her breasts. As he slipped his fingers beneath her corset, Tess moaned. As
“Your what ?” He managed not to choke on it.
She giggled. “You heard me. And don’t play prissy, Sir. You have a few, too. I’d bet solid money on it. A subbie you’ve been eyeing around here? Girl at the day job you’ve stolen an extra peek or two at? Your favorite Vicky’s Secret angel?”
Dan grunted. “So what’s this guy to you now?” Shit. He had to go there, didn’t he? No matter how she answered, it was bound to mess with his brain. He didn’t care. The opportunity was too ripe not to be plucked—and yeah, her answer meant too much now. “You still want to ‘fantasy fuck’ him?” He pressed his hands to the dais on either side of her head and leaned low over her face. “Are you thinking of him right now, girl?”
She managed to look indignant, even with his position—and hers. “Of course I am—but only because you brought it up!”
He ignored her huffy finish. “Did you ask him to do this with you first?” he growled. “To bring you someplace like this and dominate you?”
He sensed she wouldn’t lie about it—but didn’t anticipate the speed of her honesty, either. “Yes,” she declared. “I did. I’m not an idiot. Dan’s a great guy, and fucking gorg—well, he’s nice-looking, we’ll leave it at that. So of course I tried. And for the record, he turned me down.”
“For the record then, he’s the idiot.” He meant it—now more than ever.
“Probably.” She stunned him again with her soft laugh. “But that doesn’t diminish my gratitude to him for all this. Without his openness about BDSM and his encouragement that I be open about it as well, I’d never have come this far. It’s a gift I’ll never thank him for enough.”
Well, shit.
You asked.
That didn’t ease the constriction in his chest. Or that the follow-up question to that was more obvious than the shine on her corset—as well as the last thing he wanted to speak. But avoiding it was even less an option. This would be his only chance to learn her complete truth.
“So that’s why you asked him to do this with you? Because of gratitude?”
“Uh-uh.” She jerked her chin up. “I asked him because I wanted him. And before you ask, I wanted him in any way I could get him, especially between my legs. If that makes things weird now, you just say the word.”
Dan barely suppressed his laugh—and his whoop. Both temptations grew the next moment, as the weight on his chest transformed from lead to feathers.
Weird ?
Okay, he saw how her logic went there, especially since she was so brand-new to all this—but his little ruby still had no concept of what a gift she’d given him, in more ways than one. The man inside him preened, floored by the idolatry she’d nourished even after half his face had turned into a burnt omelet. The Dom in him glowed, proud of her for embracing honesty that most seasoned submissives wouldn’t possess in her present position.
She amazed him.
Humbled him.
Hardened him.
To an intensity he hadn’t experienced in such a long damn time.
“My brilliant little rose.” He pressed a kiss into the curve of her neck. “You have no idea how un weird this make things.” He suckled and nipped his way to the other side of her neck. “How perfect it makes everything.”
As he expected—and hoped—his sensual abuse made her whimper. “Th-thank you, Sir.”
He flattened both hands, sliding palms down her sternum, over the swells of her breasts. As he slipped his fingers beneath her corset, Tess moaned. As
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