I don’t think I’m going to like his questions. They’re going to embarrass me.
“Everything you know about BDSM is from reading books?”
“And the internet, yes.” I roll my eyes, like a petulant child. If there was any chance in the universe he was interested in me as more than some girl he promised to protect, it’s surely getting squashed now. I’m far too inexperienced for him. I’m sure he has women lining up to submit to him, women who know what the hell they’re doing.
“Yes, Sir. And don’t roll those pretty eyes at me, naughty girl.”
I gasp.
He lifts both brows, waiting.
I lick my lips. Holy shit. “Yes, Sir,” I mutter. What the hell am I going to do next?
“Good girl. How many books have you read on this subject?”
“Hundreds. They’re fiction.”
“So sassy…”
I bite into my bottom lip. When he talks to me like that… He has no idea how it affects me.
“So, romance novels?”
“Yes, Sir.” It’s a struggle not to roll my eyes again. And, so what if I do?
“Physical books? Or are they in an app on your phone?”
My breath hitches. “You are not going through my phone, Mace.”
“I like it better when you call me Sir, and I most certainly am. I bet you’d rather hand over your phone than give me a verbal list of genres you’ve read and enjoyed.” He lifts a single brow this time.
I purse my lips. He’s right. But how mortifying.
“How many men have you dated, Baby girl?”
“Mace…”
“Do you want me to flip you over and spank your naughty bottom?”
The blood drains from my face. That’s a trick question. I’d be rich if I had a dollar for every time I visualized Mace spanking my naked butt.
He groans. “That’s exactly what you want, isn’t it, naughty girl?”
I say nothing.
“Fine. We’ll come back to that. I don’t think you’re ready for me to spank you this second. Let’s table it for a while. Answer my question: How many men have you dated?”
“Some.”
“That’s not an answer. Let me narrow down the question. How many men have you had sex with?”
No. No way. I wrench myself free of his hold, twisting around so I can crawl away. When that doesn’t work, I go limp and let my body slide off the bed to the floor in front of him. The T-shirt rises far too high this time, but I jump to my feet and tug it over my butt.
I need to get away from this Dom and his questions before I’m so humiliated that I can’t ever look at myself in the mirror again.
I make it about two steps before he’s on me, wrapping his arms around me from behind. He hauls me backward, resumes sitting on the edge of the bed, and holds me between his legs, arms tight around my chest, pinning my hands to my sides.
His lips come to my ear. “I need some information, Baby girl. That information will determine my next moves. Do you understand?”
