I do care about
you, I’ll never be in a committed emotional relationship with anyone.”
His words stung and almost brought tears to her eyes. Then
again, he didn’t tell her that to be mean but rather to give her a reality
check. He watched her, a weary tilt to his head as if he expected her to freak
out. Pretending to be an urbane woman used to such statements, she smiled.
“Good, then we are in an agreement. You can date other people, and so can I.”
His brow furrowed. “I don’t share.”
“Well, what a coincidence, neither do I.”
He glared at her, and she glared at him until he closed his
eyes and shook his head. “Fine, let’s say this. Neither of us will have sexual
interactions with others while you’re in training with me. I believe that is
fair. But if you agree, that means for these next few weeks you are my
submissive in truth, Kitten.” His gaze raked her from head to toe. “All of you,
every single inch of your silky golden skin, is mine to play with, mine to
pleasure, mine to devour.”
Holy crap, she thought she just had an orgasm.
No, she wouldn’t be ruled by her hormones. Rallying her
remaining brain cells, she considered his words. This was important. Laurel had
said the negotiation stage was one of the most significant things to go over
before she did a scene with anyone. The thoughts of all the things she didn’t
want to do came to mind, chief among them being her total distaste for kissing
ass and scraping to anyone in public. No matter how hot he was, her pride
wouldn’t allow it.
“Okay. But outside in the real world, I don’t have to bow
down or stuff like that to you, do I?”
“No, I’m not into relationships where the Dom and sub are
always in their respective roles. Takes too much energy, and I don’t want that
much control or responsibility over anyone. I want a woman who I can respect
that submits to me out of her own free will and desires to please me. Someone I
can talk with and expect to have an opinion and mind of her own but who still
wants to serve me.”
She didn’t know about a desire to serve, but she definitely
wanted to see what he had to offer. Talking about what was going to happen,
before it happened was strangely freeing. She didn’t have to worry about
tiptoeing around sensitive subjects, and the ability to speak her mind was a
relief. No wonder this BDSM stuff appealed to people. If nothing else, it
opened up communication, something a lot of her relationships had been sorely
lacking.
“We’re still equal partners about the party planning,
correct? You won’t do any of that ‘We’re doing it my way because I’m a Dom’
stuff, right?”
He grinned. “While the thought is tempting, no. Our business
is somewhat separate from our pleasure. But once we are at the club or in a
private BDSM situation, I expect you to trust me to take care of you.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad.”
She took a deep breath and considered him. Her body flooded
with adrenaline as she carefully searched his features. She didn’t want this to
just be a one-sided thing. His pleasure was important to her. She wanted him to
be as aroused as she was. The idea of being the only one getting off just
struck her as cold, clinical. He needed to open up to her as well, and even if
it embarrassed the hell out of her, she had to ask him in as frank of a manner
as she could what he desired.
“What do you want me to do? I mean, what can I do to be a
good submissive?”
“Let go of the reins for a while and let me lead.” Leaning
closer, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and groaned. “Oh, and I love your
hair. Never cut it.”
She blinked at him, trying to formulate enough thoughts to
tell him to piss off, that she’d wear her hair however she wanted, but he
jerked her head back and exposed her neck to his mouth and his teeth. He bit
her, then laved the sore spot with his tongue, creating an amazing blend of
hurt and pleasure. It certainly sent her body into
you, I’ll never be in a committed emotional relationship with anyone.”
His words stung and almost brought tears to her eyes. Then
again, he didn’t tell her that to be mean but rather to give her a reality
check. He watched her, a weary tilt to his head as if he expected her to freak
out. Pretending to be an urbane woman used to such statements, she smiled.
“Good, then we are in an agreement. You can date other people, and so can I.”
His brow furrowed. “I don’t share.”
“Well, what a coincidence, neither do I.”
He glared at her, and she glared at him until he closed his
eyes and shook his head. “Fine, let’s say this. Neither of us will have sexual
interactions with others while you’re in training with me. I believe that is
fair. But if you agree, that means for these next few weeks you are my
submissive in truth, Kitten.” His gaze raked her from head to toe. “All of you,
every single inch of your silky golden skin, is mine to play with, mine to
pleasure, mine to devour.”
Holy crap, she thought she just had an orgasm.
No, she wouldn’t be ruled by her hormones. Rallying her
remaining brain cells, she considered his words. This was important. Laurel had
said the negotiation stage was one of the most significant things to go over
before she did a scene with anyone. The thoughts of all the things she didn’t
want to do came to mind, chief among them being her total distaste for kissing
ass and scraping to anyone in public. No matter how hot he was, her pride
wouldn’t allow it.
“Okay. But outside in the real world, I don’t have to bow
down or stuff like that to you, do I?”
“No, I’m not into relationships where the Dom and sub are
always in their respective roles. Takes too much energy, and I don’t want that
much control or responsibility over anyone. I want a woman who I can respect
that submits to me out of her own free will and desires to please me. Someone I
can talk with and expect to have an opinion and mind of her own but who still
wants to serve me.”
She didn’t know about a desire to serve, but she definitely
wanted to see what he had to offer. Talking about what was going to happen,
before it happened was strangely freeing. She didn’t have to worry about
tiptoeing around sensitive subjects, and the ability to speak her mind was a
relief. No wonder this BDSM stuff appealed to people. If nothing else, it
opened up communication, something a lot of her relationships had been sorely
lacking.
“We’re still equal partners about the party planning,
correct? You won’t do any of that ‘We’re doing it my way because I’m a Dom’
stuff, right?”
He grinned. “While the thought is tempting, no. Our business
is somewhat separate from our pleasure. But once we are at the club or in a
private BDSM situation, I expect you to trust me to take care of you.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad.”
She took a deep breath and considered him. Her body flooded
with adrenaline as she carefully searched his features. She didn’t want this to
just be a one-sided thing. His pleasure was important to her. She wanted him to
be as aroused as she was. The idea of being the only one getting off just
struck her as cold, clinical. He needed to open up to her as well, and even if
it embarrassed the hell out of her, she had to ask him in as frank of a manner
as she could what he desired.
“What do you want me to do? I mean, what can I do to be a
good submissive?”
“Let go of the reins for a while and let me lead.” Leaning
closer, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and groaned. “Oh, and I love your
hair. Never cut it.”
She blinked at him, trying to formulate enough thoughts to
tell him to piss off, that she’d wear her hair however she wanted, but he
jerked her head back and exposed her neck to his mouth and his teeth. He bit
her, then laved the sore spot with his tongue, creating an amazing blend of
hurt and pleasure. It certainly sent her body into
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