But goddammit, the more time I spent with him, the hotter he was.
“Maybe, Sir,” I whispered.
His left eyebrow slowly arched. “I promised you I wouldn’t push.”
“I kind of think I’m the one pushing, Sir.”
“You keep calling me that, I’m going to want you tokeepcalling me that.”
I swallowed hard. “Maybe I want to keep saying it.”
He indicated for me to sit at the kitchen table and I did, him taking the chair across from me. “I really want to go take a shower, and eat, but I think we need to deal with this right now, don’t you?”
I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he softly said and yes, I fuckingmoaned.
Which made him smile in a deliciously evil way right off the page of a romance novel.
“You like it when I call you that? My good girl?”
I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
He sighed. “Yes, I’m kinky. You knew that. What you didn’t know is that I’m heading over to Rawhide Ranch in a couple of weeks to take several days of classes in shibari.”
I blinked. “In what?”
“Rope bondage.”
“Oh.”
He reached across the table, holding his hands out and waggling his fingers at me to take his hands, so I did.
“You don’t know if you’d like kinky me,” he said. “And I meant it when I said I have no problem only being friends, if that’s what you want.”
He didn’t fill the silence as his words faded away so I found myself asking it. “And if I want more?”
“You’ve never been in a kinky relationship before.” He laughed. “Technically, neither have I. But I know what I want—what Ineed—in a way I didn’t when I was a young and stupid kid. I would never tell you to stop working, or interfere with your job, or your relationship with Lilah. But we would negotiate our personal relationship where I’m in charge.”
I considered that. “Like, you’d force me to have sex with you?”
He gently squeezed my hands and shook his head. “No. The opposite. I want you only if you’re willing to be with me. I have no interest in being a psychopath or sociopath. To me, the best part is the dynamic. Knowing that you’re with me not because I’m forcing you to, but because youchooseto. But being with me means trusting me and giving me control in the areas where I want that control.”
My pulse raced and I struggled to ignore my throbbing clit. “Do I get to have rules?”
“We will negotiate limits, yes.”
“I don’t want to share you with anyone.”
“I wouldn’t share you with anyone, either.” His thumbs stroked the backs of my fingers. “I want to take care of my good girl. If my girl isn’t happy, then I’m not doing my job right.”
Hell, my nipples had now joined the horny-lujah chorus and I fought the urge to squirm in my chair.
“Can I go to the class too?” I asked.
“Well, there’s an application process. I don’t know if they’ll have any rooms available, though. You might have to stay with me in mine.”
I swallowed hard. “I wouldn’t want to go if I couldn’t share a room with you,” I managed to whisper. “Sir.”
