His whole body relaxes, making me realize how tense he had grown waiting for my response. He would probably walk away without a backward glance if I told him no. Because he’s that kind of guy. At least I’m pretty sure he is.
“Let’s talk, Sugar.”
I wet my lips and swallow as he leads me to the leather sofa. Taking a seat, my body thrums with awareness as he moves across the room and pours each of us a tumbler of scotch. He hands me the glass, and I swirl the liquid around, giving it my full attention, until he clears his throat.
“This is a lot, huh?”
“I’m pretty sure I’m not sure what this is,” I admit before taking a sip and immediately losing my breath to the burn as it slips down my throat. The woodsy hints of the aftertaste on my tongue remind me of Wade’s musk.
“It’s whatever you want it to be,” he replies. His Adam's apple works as he downs his tumbler.
That feels big. He wouldn’t be saying that if he knew I was in love with them.Whatever I want.Yeah, if I admitted that I would be left with nothing, and I’m probably already addicted to the sex. Give land a good rain shower in a drought and it sucks it all up after being slightly overwhelmed. I’m the same. Give me more.And even more.
“I want all of it,” I say. Then I add, “The pain and pleasure.”
“Sometimes it’s more about pleasure. Do you want that?”
I nod like a bobblehead. I can’t believe we’re talking about this in his office. Electricity buzzes through me and I’m seconds from straddling him to show him exactly what I want. Shit. I might be sex-crazed. A sex-crazed omega, not in a heat…unheard of, until now.
“Good.” He sets his tumbler on the side table and faces me. “If we overwhelm you, just say the word, we can be a bit intense.”
“Intense is good.”
“Until it’s not. And Sugar, we’ve wanted this for a while.”
I’m not sure what this is, but I nod anyway. Because so much of the same. I’ve wanted all three of them for years. So this is like a dream come true.
He cups my cheek. “I need you to fill out something. You can take it home if you’ll be more comfortable.”
“Is it another NDA?”
He smiles but licks it away as he stands up. “Not quite.” He opens a drawer in his desk and pulls out a packet, sliding itacross the surface. Curious, I move over to the desk and pick it up.
BDSM Fetishes
A long list of things lines the first page, some things that make me feel like running screaming from the room and some making me warm. I bring my gaze up to his watchful one. “You want me to check off what I like? How do I know if I like it if I haven’t done it?”
“Just rate things that excite you with a five. If reading it turns you off, it probably isn’t for you, and they will get a one. And of course, if you’re curious, somewhere in the middle. This will help when setting scenes. If we know what your hard limits are.”
“Do you have hard limits?” I can feel my cheeks heating at the question. Are we talking about this in his office? Yes, yes, we are.
He shrugs. “I’m more about pleasure. Oz is the one that is into sadism. Where he likes to receive or give pain to make the pleasure heightened. I like to give so much pleasure you’re begging for me to stop, but I entertain my pack mates. Beck rides both lines.”
I’m reminded of what he did during that night, sucking Beckett like it was normal. Sinking my teeth into my lower lip, I shift on my heels. “Are you—have you, uh—” I’m regretting starting the question the second my mouth opens, and I have no clue how to ask him if he has been on the receiving end of both.
“Yes. I’m also a bottom for my pack. It allows them both an outlet. And I enjoy it.”
My lip forms an ‘o’ as he stares at me, unblinking and unbothered by my line of questioning.
“Shocked, Sugar?”
“I haven’t really heard of an alpha…uh…submitting like that.”
“Is it submitting, or do I really have all the power? That’s the secret, Sugar. The sub has all the power, because with a single word, they can take away everything. They can stop it all.”
I glance down at the list in my hand and then lift my eyes to his again. “What’s your stop word?”
He smirks. “Ketchup.”
