“What does she do?”
“She’s doing her Master’s in psychology right now, but her family is wealthy, so she hasn’t had to worry about money.”
“What are we eating?”
“Moroccan tagine.”
“You’ve been committed today. I figured we would be eating something quick and easy. You work in a kitchen almost every night.”
“Do you cook for guests at your house?” she asks with a wry smile, already knowing the answer.
“Of course.”
“I wanted to prepare a meal for you.” I’ve never actually had a woman cook for me. She’s too good for me. I know it, and I don’t fucking care. I’ve had a taste of her now, and I want it all.
“Thanks, baby girl.”
“Is that what you call all your women?” There’s not a hint of malice in her voice. She’s just so inquisitive.
“No. What kind of manwhore do you think I am? ‘All my women?’ There’s only you.”
“I know. I mean in the past. Your subs.”
“Are we going to discuss the lifestyle every time we hang out?”
“You told me I could ask questions.”
“Yeah, but that was before we were dating. I told you not to worry about it.”
“Why?”
I move to her back as she prepares dinner, shifting her hair off her neck before planting featherlight kisses just below her ear. “Because you’re perfect the way you are. I’m not corrupting you… much.” I grin against her skin as my hands begin to roam.
“Is that why you won’t show me your room?”
“My what?” I play dumb. Who the fuck has been filling her head with all this?
“Your private room. Eli told me that the hallway off the bar is full of private rooms that Doms use to ‘play’ with their subs.”
“Oh, did he? I’ll be sure to have a word with him tomorrow.”
“I asked. Don’t get mad at him.”
I’m fucking frustrated. I am trying to be a good guy here, and every time Aspen inquires about the lifestyle, my resolve cracks just a little.
“You don’t need to see the room because that’s not going to be part of our relationship.”
“What if I want it to be?”Please stop pushing.
“Are you asking me to be taken to that room and treated like a submissive?”
“Maybe.”
“So, you’d be fine with me shackling you to the wall, naked and wet for me? Your legs spread wide with no way to alleviate the growing ache between your thighs.” I let my hands wander down to her hips as she feels my cock hard at her back. “Then, once I made you beg for it, I’d use a cane on your ass. Punishment for pushing the subject when I told you to let it go. Do you like the sound of that, baby girl?” My hand cups her cunt through her jeans. “You wouldn’t be able to sit for a week when I was done with you.”
“I…”
“Exactly.” I turn her around in my arms. “Stop overthinking this, Aspen. I’m just a regular guy, and I wantyou.” I’m a lying bastard. Just the thought of having her in my playroom is painful. I wish it could be different, but I promised myself that I would never pull a woman into the lifestyle for me.
