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Around them, the haunting, primal music created a moody atmosphere that gave her courage.
Her mouth was dry, and still she forced out the words that she had to know the answer to, “Does that include with my sister?”
He cursed. “Little Petal…” With a hand fisted in her hair, he tugged back her head so that she was looking up at him. Then he leaned in a little closer.
His eyes dark, unblinking, he captured her gaze.
“I’ve never had a romantic relationship where BDSM was involved.”
Not ever?
“What happened with Adriana has nothing to do with us.”
Hoping he would go on, she remained quiet.
“Since Adriana, I haven’t gotten involved with anyone. I play with Tops and submissives here and other clubs around the world.”
“Was it something you wanted?” When he didn’t answer, she clarified. “I mean BDSM. In your relationship with Adriana?”
Beneath her, his cock hardened again.
“I’ll let you answer that question for yourself.”
Now that she’d had a taste, she knew she would want this physical and emotional connection as part of her life, forever. “How did you manage?”
“To?”
“Live without this?”
“Necessity.” His voice was matter of fact, as if that was the obvious answer. “BDSM is all about consent, and if my partner does not consent, then it doesn’t happen.”
She couldn’t imagine a man so Dominant, so virile, would make that choice, and it made her admire him even more.
“If you don’t have any more questions, I want to get you back to the cabin.”
With his thumb, he outlined her mouth, making her taste the essence of her pussy.
“I’m ready to make love to you—long and slow—for the rest of the night.”
“If you insist, Sir.” She sassed him with a quick, cheeky grin.
“Oh, I do, little Petal.”
He adjusted their positions so that she was sitting on the chair and he was standing.
Too relaxed to move, she watched him wash his hands. Then he returned with a warm cloth to bathe her swollen pussy and tormented asshole.
He placed his T-shirt over her head and threaded her arms through the holes. “Even though I love the look of your nipples all hard and swollen, the Dominant in me insists you be warm.”
“That’s part of this whole thing?” she asked, curiosity taking over.
He raised an eyebrow “Caretaking?”
She nodded.
“Very much so. Nothing is more important to a Dominant than his submissive’s well-being. He would crawl through cut glass for her, because he cares.”
“Or because he’s self-serving and wants to make sure her body is available to him?”