The_Submissive - Tara Sue Me by Erotic Romance

in awe around the room, dragging my hand along book spines. It was an unparalleled collection—first editions, antique volumes—I couldn’t take it all in. The rich wood, the leather-bound books, it was too much.
    “Abigail?”
    I turned to look at him.
    “You’re crying,” he whispered. “Again.”
    “It’s so beautiful.”
    He smiled. “You like it?”
    I walked back to him and put my arms around him. “Thank you.”

CHAPTER
FIFTEEN

    It had been a long two days.
    Not that I was bored or anything. Exploring the library was my new favorite pastime and I spent hours discovering new books and reacquainting myself with old friends.
    Nathaniel was considerate. Polite. Perhaps a bit distant. He kept me well fed and rested. He even joined me in the library on occasion, but didn’t stay very long. I rather missed his domineering side. Not enough to purposely antagonize him or anything. I didn’t miss it that much.
    The car conversation never came back up. I thought back to what he’d said, how it was his responsibility to care for me. To ensure my needs were met. He was doing exactly that over the weekend. And as much as I wanted to pretend his gestures at the hospital and giving me the library as free space were romantic, I knew better. He was doing what he said in the car—making sure my needs were met. It was a means to an end. He needed a healthy submissive and he’d doanything within his power to make me healthy. That’s all there was to it. Bottom line.
    But I was the littlest bit peeved he hadn’t touched me. I’d rested all weekend, I felt perfectly fine.
    And I had needs that weren’t being met.
    I put the glass I’d been using in the dishwasher and left the kitchen. I glanced at my watch—one o’clock. The football game didn’t start until three. Plenty of time.
    I walked past the gym. Empty. No Nathaniel in the living room. I wondered if he was outside or in his bedroom. No, he was working in the library. Sitting at a small desk in the corner.
    He glanced up when I walked in. “Everything all right? Do you need something?”
    “Yes. You.” I slipped the shirt over my head.
    He put down the papers he’d been reading. “You need to rest.”
    That didn’t sound like a direct order, so I didn’t say anything. I unbuttoned my pants and slipped them down. Stepped out of them. And it was my library.
    He sat looking at me with a blank expression. What was he thinking? He wasn’t going to tell me to leave, was he? I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. I didn’t think I could handle it if he turned me down.
    What if he turns me down?
    I pushed my panties down and they fell to the floor.It was my library, but he had free will as well, he could turn me down.
    I’d never felt more exposed in my life.
    Nothing from Nathaniel.
    He was going to turn me down.
    Slowly, ever so slowly, he pushed his chair back. Opened the desk drawer and took something out. Seven steps and he stood before me. He ran his hands down my shoulders, along my arms, and took my hands. He placed them on the front of his button-down shirt, slipping something into my hand.
    “Okay,” he said.
    I looked inside my fist. A condom.
    Because antibiotics invalidated birth control pills.
    Victory surged through me. Excitement shot from my head straight to the center of my being and down to the aching spot between my legs.
    I dropped the condom on the floor. My fingers fumbled with his buttons, but I worked my way through them. Pushed the shirt from his shoulders, yanked it from his pants. I ran my hands down his chest, remembering the feel of him, tracing the planes of his stomach. I walked around him. I loved the sight of a man’s back.
    His back was perfect, of course. I circled his shoulder blades and reached up on tiptoe to place a kiss at the juncture between them. He sucked in a breath, but didn’t touch me, allowing me to explore on my terms. I licked down the line of his spine, savoring his taste.

    I walked back to