The Game by Becca Jameson Page B

He was
     asking me to give over my control, but he hadn’t done anything that would force me
     to do so. “I see.”
    “It’s a give and take. For this to work—and I’m so fucking hopeful it will—we have
     to have continuous open dialogue about what each of us wants and needs. It’s a discussion
     that will never end. We have to check in with each other daily to make sure we’re
     both still happy with the arrangement and renegotiate the terms.
    “I know it feels like a dictatorship to you, but it’s not. At least not the way you’re
     thinking. Do I want to totally dominate you and have you allow me to guide your every
     move inside the house? Hell yes. But not in a way that makes you deflated. It needs
     to be done with the perfect balance created when you give me exactly what you’re able
     to give and I take not one ounce more.”
    So much information. I was having trouble keeping up.
    “If you agree to stay with me, we’ll negotiate every conceivable point. For the purpose
     of indoctrinating you to the lifestyle, I’m asking you to concede everything just
     for this weekend. In return, I’ll give you a taste of as many aspects of BDSM as I
     can stuff into forty-eight hours.
    “Bondage.” He wrapped his hands around my wrists and squeezed them briefly, a smile
     playing at the corners of his mouth.
    I gasped, shocked by his playfulness.
    He tugged my wrists forward, lifted my butt off the couch. He released one arm and
     reached around behind me to swat my ass before I had any clue what he was going to
     do. “Discipline.” He leaned forward, lowering me back onto my butt.
    “Sir…” I had no idea how to finish that statement.
    He set his hand on the back of my head and pressed forward so that my chin dipped.
     His lips hit my ear, and he whispered, “Submission.”
    A fresh wave of arousal sent a shiver down my spine.
    He leaned back and lifted my chin once more to meet my gaze. “Afterward, you’ll need
     a few days alone to think about everything and make sure this is what you want. I’ll
     be at your mercy, waiting for you to decide.” He took my hand in his and gently brushed
     his thumb over the backs of my knuckles. “I’ve dreamed of this for six months, never
     daring to hope it could become reality.
    “That night I met you, the attraction was instant. You had no clue about my lifestyle.
     Amy specifically told me and Parker she hadn’t shared what she had with Cade. Not
     to you or Meagan.
    “I had to respect that. It wasn’t mine to share. And I also couldn’t imagine leading
     you down this path blindly. You were so sweet and innocent.” He lowered his head for
     a moment. “I’ve kicked myself in the ass so many times over the last six months thinking
     about how I must’ve made you feel when I left you.”
    “It wasn’t pretty.”
    He cringed. “I’m so sorry. It was cowardly. I was an ass.”
    “I can also see why you did it. And in hindsight, it’s kind of endearing to think
     you were so attracted to me that you let me go.”
    He grinned. “Don’t give me any points. What I really wanted to do that night was take
     you out back, press you against the nearest wall, shove my knee between your legs,
     and force you to orgasm. It wasn’t altruistic.”
    “Forcing me to orgasm isn’t altruistic? Listen to yourself.”
    He chuckled. “Yeah. Okay. That came out wrong.”
    “What about you? It seems all your interest lies in my satisfaction. You even said
     this was all about sex.”
    “It is. In the sense that my goal is to drive you insane with need and ensure you
     stay that way most of the time.” He leaned forward, his face inches from mine. “I
     want to know your pussy is always wet for me, your legs always quivering with need,
     your nipples stiff points, your breasts heavy with the pressure of desire.
    “I want to know I do that to you, that I control your responses. It makes me so fucking
     hard, I could come in my pants.”
    I didn’t move.