“And?” I release her hands.
“Right now, I need your softer side.” She pokes a finger in my stomach. “I know you have one.”
“Yeah, I got one. Only for you, though.”
“Thank you.”
“You know what I think? I think you need a spanking, Kady.”
“Excuse me?” Her curious little smile gets me so fuckin’ excited.
Over the years, I’ve certainly witnessed lots of dirty stuff at the clubhouse. Girls who pretended they liked being tied up. Girls who’d let you do anything to them just for the chance to wear your patch or ride on the back of your bike.
I watched my brothers eat that stuff up and knew I wanted therealdeal. With Kadence. She’s the only one who’s ever brought out this side of me.
“Show me what you mean.” She blushes and glances down at her hands. “I heard you took some classes.”
“Did you? From who?” I ask, not bothering to deny it.
“Amy.”
“Ahh, yeah. Luck’s assistant.” Shit. I hope Kady knows—“Babe, the classes, they’re totally legit. Not—”
“Amy said that,” she says, drawing closer, running her hands up my chest. “When did you…know you…wanted that?”
“Fuck, babe. I don’t know. Always thought it was hot. Probably saw some kinky shit online or in one of my dad’s old porn mags and it stuck in my head.” I use my body to press her back against the door. “Used to get so hard thinking about having a woman helpless and struggling beneath me.”
I watch her face carefully for signs of disgust or revulsion, but her eyes shine with interest.
“How?” she whispers.
“You sure you want to hear this?” When she nods, I continue. “My favorite fantasy when we were kids was tying you to your bed with your knee-socks and shoving my cock down your throat.”
She shudders. Plump pink lips part and she sucks in a deep breath. “Really? Me?”
“Yeah,you.You were always mouthing off, challenging me. Got me harder than a fuckin’ rock, that mouth of yours.”
“Why didn’t you ever do it?”
I stare at her. “For one, my dad woulda fuckin’ killed me.”
She nods in agreement.
“Mostly, I never, ever wanted to hurt you. Or scare you.”
She swallows hard. “Who’d you end up doing that stuff with?”
“You. The other day.”
Her incredulous look says she doesn’t buy it. “Really? With all the girls you—”
I grab her hands again and pin them above her head. “Yes, really. You need to understand this about me. I don’t want the first willing, warm body who goes along with whatever I say. Any woman who’ll let me fuck her but doesn’t give a fuck aboutme. That’s not what I need.”
“So when you said you weren’t being honest with me, tying me up—that’s what you meant?”
“Yes.” I let her go, turn and drop down on the bed. “We were almost there.” I glance up, and she’s still across the room, making it easier to explain myself.
“We were…rougher with each other. It was so hot…for me. I was going to talk to you about going to one of those rope classes, and then you started being all weird. I thought it was school at first. Then I thought maybe I freaked you out. That night I saw you were meeting some guy, I almost lost my shit.”
