right in the teeth. It’s not a crime if I want to keep from making the
same mistake with Ethan that I did with Louis.” She swallowed hard. “It was
just like this when it started out. Everything was new and exciting. I thought
I’d found the Dom for me, and look at how it turned out.” Shaking her head, she
tried to deny herself. “I can’t do this again. I can’t give everything and then
have it fall apart on me later.”
Understanding
dawned in Lauren’s eyes. “You’re scared you’re going to fall for the wrong man
again.”
Sabella
shrugged her shoulders. “It’s happened before.”
A
sympathetic look crossed Lauren’s face. “I understand. But tell me, is Ethan anything like the last creep?”
“Honestly?”
She paused as the waitress set down their food. After she left, Sabella met
Lauren’s gaze.
“Of
course - honestly.”
“I
don’t know Ethan well enough to know if he’s different than Louis. My gut
screams he is. But I don’t know if I can trust what it’s telling me.”
“Then
tell me what you can trust about Ethan. Surely in your role as his
submissive, you’re beginning to trust him.”
She
nodded, thinking of Ethan’s refusal to do more than touch her for the actual
rope bondage. While she’d found each brush of his fingers arousing, he hadn’t
touched her anywhere intimate until at the very end when he’d cupped her
breasts. Even the memory of his warmth encasing her breasts hadn’t been
remotely sexual on her part. “He keeps his word.” She grimaced. “He has no
problem keeping it either. It’s as if he has total control over every aspect of
not only me, but himself as well.”
Lauren
looked skeptical but finally gave a small shake of her head. “That’s the
impression he gives everyone, but somehow I don’t think he’s as in control as
you think he is, Bella-mía. It’s going to take a special submissive to push
past his reserve, especially after what his wife did to him.”
Dread
warred with shame. Had she actually been lusting after a married man? She’d
done more than a few things in her life as a submissive she wasn’t necessarily
proud of, but she’d never moved into another woman’s territory. A low hiss
passed her lips. “Please tell me you didn’t set me up with a married man,
Lauren Haskell.”
“Hell,
no…Ethan’s wife…” Her voice trailed off and her face flushed.
“My
wife is dead.”
The
sound of the slightly accented voice of the man who’d dominated not only her
thoughts but her vivid dreams startled Sabella. Glancing over her shoulder, she
was surprised to see Ethan standing next to their table. Wearing a lightweight
sweater, pleated trousers and a pea overcoat, he was immaculately dressed. But
all that ran through her mind was where had he come from, and why did he look
so darn good to her?
“Master
Ethan, I was just…” Lauren stumbled over her words.
“Telling
your friend about my wife.” He moved closer, his emerald gaze locking with Sabella’s. “May I sit?”
“Of
course, Sir.” The soft term of respect slipped out without her permission, but other than a
quickly stifled flare of his nostrils, he seemed unfazed by her response. Sliding
over in the booth, she made room for his slender body. As he settled into place
next to her, she tried to ignore not only the warmth radiating from him, but the oh so familiar scent of incense clinging to him. It was
as if he’d been in his training room recently. Envy tried to worm its way into
her heart but she forced it aside. He’d promised her while he was training her
it would be only her. Despite their short acquaintance, she didn’t think he’d
lie to her about that considering it hadn’t been one of her stipulations. Since
they weren’t sleeping together, she had no right to impose such a stipulation
upon a man as virile as Ethan Tremaine. Besides, if he wasn’t getting
satisfaction from her, he had every right to find it elsewhere.
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same mistake with Ethan that I did with Louis.” She swallowed hard. “It was
just like this when it started out. Everything was new and exciting. I thought
I’d found the Dom for me, and look at how it turned out.” Shaking her head, she
tried to deny herself. “I can’t do this again. I can’t give everything and then
have it fall apart on me later.”
Understanding
dawned in Lauren’s eyes. “You’re scared you’re going to fall for the wrong man
again.”
Sabella
shrugged her shoulders. “It’s happened before.”
A
sympathetic look crossed Lauren’s face. “I understand. But tell me, is Ethan anything like the last creep?”
“Honestly?”
She paused as the waitress set down their food. After she left, Sabella met
Lauren’s gaze.
“Of
course - honestly.”
“I
don’t know Ethan well enough to know if he’s different than Louis. My gut
screams he is. But I don’t know if I can trust what it’s telling me.”
“Then
tell me what you can trust about Ethan. Surely in your role as his
submissive, you’re beginning to trust him.”
She
nodded, thinking of Ethan’s refusal to do more than touch her for the actual
rope bondage. While she’d found each brush of his fingers arousing, he hadn’t
touched her anywhere intimate until at the very end when he’d cupped her
breasts. Even the memory of his warmth encasing her breasts hadn’t been
remotely sexual on her part. “He keeps his word.” She grimaced. “He has no
problem keeping it either. It’s as if he has total control over every aspect of
not only me, but himself as well.”
Lauren
looked skeptical but finally gave a small shake of her head. “That’s the
impression he gives everyone, but somehow I don’t think he’s as in control as
you think he is, Bella-mía. It’s going to take a special submissive to push
past his reserve, especially after what his wife did to him.”
Dread
warred with shame. Had she actually been lusting after a married man? She’d
done more than a few things in her life as a submissive she wasn’t necessarily
proud of, but she’d never moved into another woman’s territory. A low hiss
passed her lips. “Please tell me you didn’t set me up with a married man,
Lauren Haskell.”
“Hell,
no…Ethan’s wife…” Her voice trailed off and her face flushed.
“My
wife is dead.”
The
sound of the slightly accented voice of the man who’d dominated not only her
thoughts but her vivid dreams startled Sabella. Glancing over her shoulder, she
was surprised to see Ethan standing next to their table. Wearing a lightweight
sweater, pleated trousers and a pea overcoat, he was immaculately dressed. But
all that ran through her mind was where had he come from, and why did he look
so darn good to her?
“Master
Ethan, I was just…” Lauren stumbled over her words.
“Telling
your friend about my wife.” He moved closer, his emerald gaze locking with Sabella’s. “May I sit?”
“Of
course, Sir.” The soft term of respect slipped out without her permission, but other than a
quickly stifled flare of his nostrils, he seemed unfazed by her response. Sliding
over in the booth, she made room for his slender body. As he settled into place
next to her, she tried to ignore not only the warmth radiating from him, but the oh so familiar scent of incense clinging to him. It was
as if he’d been in his training room recently. Envy tried to worm its way into
her heart but she forced it aside. He’d promised her while he was training her
it would be only her. Despite their short acquaintance, she didn’t think he’d
lie to her about that considering it hadn’t been one of her stipulations. Since
they weren’t sleeping together, she had no right to impose such a stipulation
upon a man as virile as Ethan Tremaine. Besides, if he wasn’t getting
satisfaction from her, he had every right to find it elsewhere.
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