often does.”
“I’ve played around with this before. You and I have talked about it. But with Connor, we’ve taken it to some new levels. The whole power exchange thing…I’m experiencing it for the first time with him. The guys I’ve been with before just didn’t have his skill, or maybe I simply didn’t connect with them in the same way. I don’t know…” She paused, bit her lip. “Before, it’s been a sensation thing. That little edge of danger. The forbidden. But it was just for fun. With Connor it’s a lot more real. I’m finally getting it.”
Dylan nodded once more. “I understand. It’s like a whole new level opens up when the power dynamic becomes apparent. It’s pretty damn thrilling. But it can also be a little scary.”
“It is. As much as I’m enjoying it there’s always this small voice in my head telling me not to give up control. I know you understand what I mean because you’ve always had some control issues yourself. Well, not anymore, maybe.”
“Oh no, they’re still there. I’ve just learned to channel them differently. And…Look, I don’t want to beat you over the head with the stuff you’ve confided in me about your mom and what happened when you were growing up, but maybe you have more reason to have control issues than I do.”
“It’s all right. I wouldn’t have told you about it if I wasn’t okay discussing it with you. And it was…pretty rough. I spent my entire childhood feeling like I had no control over anything—my life, Evie. Hell, the fact was, I didn’t. One of the best things about hitting adulthood was that my life was in my hands for the first time. I don’t like the idea of giving that up, even for a moment. But Connor makes me
like
it, which freaks me out.”
Dylan nodded. “I understand. I really do.”
“Honestly, it scares the crap out of me. But not while it’s happening. Only in retrospect. Which makes it worse, somehow. That I’m letting this happen is pretty damn frightening.”
“It can be even scarier if you get attached.”
“Oh, I’m not getting attached.” She waved the idea away with her hand.
“No?” Dylan was watching her, in much the same way Connor did. Searching her face. “Misch, you don’t have to tell me. But you’d better think about it or you could really get hurt. I don’t want to see that happen to you.”
“Why do you think I’ll get hurt? I already know Connor isn’t into more than a fling while I’m in town, if even for thatlong. And I don’t want any more than that myself. I’m here to focus on your wedding and looking into opening another shop with Greyson. My friends and my work are my whole life, you know that. My priorities.”
“Yes. But I also know priorities can change.”
Mischa blew out a breath. “You and Alec are an exception to the rule.”
“Are we?” Dylan leaned in closer. “I didn’t used to think so. You remember the talks we had on the phone when Alec and I were first seeing each other?”
“Of course.”
“They sounded an awful lot like this one.”
“They did not,” Mischa protested.
Dylan shrugged. “Have it your way. Since I know you will.” She grinned a little, easing her words.
“Yeah, well, not Tuesday night, I won’t,” she muttered, sipping her tea.
“What do you mean? What happens Tuesday night?”
Mischa put her cup down. “He’s taking me to the Pleasure Dome.” She couldn’t help the small smile that quirked the corners of her mouth.
“Ah.”
“What do you mean, ‘ah’?”
“The club with Connor can be some serious stuff.”
“I’ve been to BDSM clubs before.”
“Not with Connor. He’s the real thing, as you said.”
“I know that. I’m ready for it.”
But was she? The hard play—floggers and chains and whatever else he might have in mind for her, sure. But after what had happened last night the idea that she could bottom out again was a little daunting. Still, her desire to go there, to experience these
“I’ve played around with this before. You and I have talked about it. But with Connor, we’ve taken it to some new levels. The whole power exchange thing…I’m experiencing it for the first time with him. The guys I’ve been with before just didn’t have his skill, or maybe I simply didn’t connect with them in the same way. I don’t know…” She paused, bit her lip. “Before, it’s been a sensation thing. That little edge of danger. The forbidden. But it was just for fun. With Connor it’s a lot more real. I’m finally getting it.”
Dylan nodded once more. “I understand. It’s like a whole new level opens up when the power dynamic becomes apparent. It’s pretty damn thrilling. But it can also be a little scary.”
“It is. As much as I’m enjoying it there’s always this small voice in my head telling me not to give up control. I know you understand what I mean because you’ve always had some control issues yourself. Well, not anymore, maybe.”
“Oh no, they’re still there. I’ve just learned to channel them differently. And…Look, I don’t want to beat you over the head with the stuff you’ve confided in me about your mom and what happened when you were growing up, but maybe you have more reason to have control issues than I do.”
“It’s all right. I wouldn’t have told you about it if I wasn’t okay discussing it with you. And it was…pretty rough. I spent my entire childhood feeling like I had no control over anything—my life, Evie. Hell, the fact was, I didn’t. One of the best things about hitting adulthood was that my life was in my hands for the first time. I don’t like the idea of giving that up, even for a moment. But Connor makes me
like
it, which freaks me out.”
Dylan nodded. “I understand. I really do.”
“Honestly, it scares the crap out of me. But not while it’s happening. Only in retrospect. Which makes it worse, somehow. That I’m letting this happen is pretty damn frightening.”
“It can be even scarier if you get attached.”
“Oh, I’m not getting attached.” She waved the idea away with her hand.
“No?” Dylan was watching her, in much the same way Connor did. Searching her face. “Misch, you don’t have to tell me. But you’d better think about it or you could really get hurt. I don’t want to see that happen to you.”
“Why do you think I’ll get hurt? I already know Connor isn’t into more than a fling while I’m in town, if even for thatlong. And I don’t want any more than that myself. I’m here to focus on your wedding and looking into opening another shop with Greyson. My friends and my work are my whole life, you know that. My priorities.”
“Yes. But I also know priorities can change.”
Mischa blew out a breath. “You and Alec are an exception to the rule.”
“Are we?” Dylan leaned in closer. “I didn’t used to think so. You remember the talks we had on the phone when Alec and I were first seeing each other?”
“Of course.”
“They sounded an awful lot like this one.”
“They did not,” Mischa protested.
Dylan shrugged. “Have it your way. Since I know you will.” She grinned a little, easing her words.
“Yeah, well, not Tuesday night, I won’t,” she muttered, sipping her tea.
“What do you mean? What happens Tuesday night?”
Mischa put her cup down. “He’s taking me to the Pleasure Dome.” She couldn’t help the small smile that quirked the corners of her mouth.
“Ah.”
“What do you mean, ‘ah’?”
“The club with Connor can be some serious stuff.”
“I’ve been to BDSM clubs before.”
“Not with Connor. He’s the real thing, as you said.”
“I know that. I’m ready for it.”
But was she? The hard play—floggers and chains and whatever else he might have in mind for her, sure. But after what had happened last night the idea that she could bottom out again was a little daunting. Still, her desire to go there, to experience these
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