“Yes, Sir.”
“I get to be the power behind the throne for two of the potentially most powerful future politicians in Florida. I get to have my cake and eat it, too. I will get a brilliant, gorgeous man as my willing slave, who I can bend over and fuck, and who will happily beg for more. I will also get a beautiful, sweet, intelligent woman to be my wife and slave, a woman who seems to love and crave the darker side of me. A woman I can take home and introduce to my extremely heteronormative and macho-inclined family.”
Ah.
Apparently he sees the understanding hit me, because his smile widens. “Exactly. While I’m sure I can win Owen over, given time, I’m equally sure that my family would disown me in the process. Right or wrong, I love my family.” His smile fades. “I’d prefer not to lose them. I’ve lost enough of them already.”
That’s right, his two brothers, who were killed in action.
“And the info about my vasectomy is a secret,” he adds. “They don’t know that. Owen is the only other person in my life who knows. It will potentially make our lives far less complicated at some future point if that knowledgestayssecret, pet.”
I immediately understand what he means and I nod. “Yes, Sir.”
He studies me for a long moment. “None of this bothers you? The…machinations?”
My turn to smirk. “Not really, Sir. You weren’t raised in my father’s house. This kind of stuff, for me, is just business as usual on any day ending inY. Politics 101.” I snort. “Especially in Florida.”
He laughs. “I guess I didn’t think about it like that. I’m so used to you loving the evil things I do to you.”
My smile fades. “I have a condition of my own.”
Serious Carter is back. He nods for me to continue.
“You have to promise.”
“I have to hear it first, pet.”
“You don’t do…thatwith Owen.”
Some of the stuff we’ve already done, if it wasn’t for the fact that I have a safeword, it’d be considered sexual assault to the casual observer.
Some of the stuff we’ve talked about doing in the future, once Carter crosses the final line and has intercourse with me, basicallyisrape, in nearly every way.
Iwantthat with him.
Iwantthe darkness racing through his mental halls. I love the wild gleam in his eyes when he’s chasing me through the house and catches me, pins me down to fuck my mouth.
I loveeverythingabout it.
I love thefear.
Icraveit. I crave the adrenaline spike I get, and the way my pulse races.
His brow furrows. “Do what with Owen?”
“The dark stuff. The CNC play.” The thought of Owen feeling in legitimate fear for his safety, even for consensual non-consent play,especiallyfrom someone he trusts as much as Carter, does ugly things to my insides. “Promise me you won’t ever do anything to make him feel afraid.”
He takes a deep breath. “I can’t make that promise, pet. I can’t be sure that—”
“The stuffwedo. I don’t mean like he’s afraid of breaking position and getting a cane stroke that he knows he might get. I mean he doesn’t turn around in the kitchen to see you coming at him in a ski mask with a knife and threatening to cut his throat. You don’t break in in the middle of the night and he wakes up to you duct-taping his hands together and cutting his clothes off.Thatkind of play.”
Okay, it was a dull knife, but still…it washaaawwwt.
Although that’d been my favorite bra he cut off me one night. He found me another just like it, but it took him a couple of weeks.
I’m not done. “Owen’s not wired like we are, Carter.” Okay, I’ve jumped to serious. “Carter Edward Wilson.” I still don’t break position, even though I’ve just safeworded. “Owen doesn’t thrive on fear. Youknowthat. He’s had enough fear in his life already. You said you saw what a cunt that woman was to him. If you’re serious about putting him first, thenpromiseme you’ll never deliberately, or accidentally-on-purpose, try to trigger thebadkind of fear in him.”
He studies me for a long time before he sits back and pats his lap. “Come here, Suse.”
