Leeva’s eyes snap up to mine, searching, but then she shakes her head. “You’re a member of a sex club; of course, you fucked her…and probably every other woman in the place.”
I support my weight on my elbows so I’m not crushing her. “You also came to Hedon and took out a membership to a sex club.”
Her cheeks heat, and she looks away, muttering, “It was a trial membership.” When she turns her face back to me, she’s still angry. “And I only slept with one person:you.”
“And I’ll be the only one you sleep with. Is this going to be a problem?”
“What?” she snaps. “So you get to fuck whoever you want while I—”
I silence her with a kiss. She fights me, but I don’t relent until she’s pliant and breathless. “I haven’t been with anyone else since I saw you on Masked Night. Only you.”
She narrows her eyes. “Then what was that beautiful redhead doing coming out of the private room with you? She said—”
“She lied. She was jealous, knowing that I had been with you and only you.”
“So you have slept with her in the past?”
It might be too much information, but I err on the side of full disclosure. Easing off Leeva, I sit up and tell her about how, after I found out she had become Guerilla’s old lady, Ash took me to a club similar to Hedon, and how I had met Anais and the role she’s played in my past. I don’t go into any details, but I’m straight and honest with her.
Her amber eyes are tear-filled when I’m finished, and I reassure her again that Anais has never been more than casual, meaningless sex.
“You lost your virginity because I became Guerilla’s old lady?”
I cup the back of my neck and huff out a half-laugh because, out of my whole confession,that’swhat she focused on? But I see how that knowledge hurts her.
“We can’t rewrite history,” I repeat the words she told me earlier. “And I’ll never lie to you. Please believe me when I say nothing happened with Anais the other night, or any other time since I found you again on Masked Night.”
“I believe you,” she whispers.
I lean over and wipe the last tear off her cheek with my thumb. “Good girl.” She shivers, and I smile, pulling her into my lap. “You like the praise.”
She nods and ducks her head. I won’t let her hide from me, though, and I tilt her face back up to mine. “You also liked when I called you my good little cum slut.”
A blush creeps over her cheeks, and I revel in her innocence. Not to be put on a pedestal, but to still be worshipped, and for me to desecrate just the tiniest amount.
“Answer me.”
Her eyes pop wide at my dominating tone, and her blush deepens. “Yes, I liked that.”
“What else do you like or think you might like?”
She squirms, and I hide my smile, knowing it’s both because she’s embarrassed and getting turned on.
“There’s no shame,” I remind her. “What you want isn’t shameful.”
Lord knows I fought that thought and the persistent fantasies in my head about Leeva until I embraced my kinky, and some might say deviant, side. It’s certainly not vanilla, but it isn’t wrong.
“I like it when you command me.” She looks at me through thick, lowered lashes. “With sex, I mean. And I want to try being choked,” she adds in a rush, like she might not say the words if given too much time.
“You trust me”—my hand comes to her throat and wraps around it—“to try this with you?”
She wets her lips. “Yes.”
“Tell me what else.”
“Toys,” she says breathlessly. “I loved it when you tortured me with pleasure using the vibrator the first night.”
I’m rock-hard remembering everything I’ve done to her. “We still have a date with the Sybian Saddle.”
