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Eden

The jerk had gotten them a private room.

She hadn’t been surprised when he’d led her to it, but the confirmation had upped both her arousal and her anxiety. Part of her had wondered if he’d want witnesses. Especially when this scene amounted to a bet.

Instead, he’d chosen privacy.

Intimacy.

I am so fucked.

Her traitorous vagina cheered.

Not that kind of fucked, you slut.

Her vagina was going to be a problem. Maybe if she’d had a boyfriend or a play partner within the past six months it would be easier, but the truth was she really missed being with an actual man. Someone who could spank her and hold her, then fuck her to a screaming orgasm.

Toys were fun, but they couldn’t do all that.

The room Marcus had chosen wasn’t themed, though it was very attractively decorated.

The dark wood and lush red fabrics made for an erotic boudoir, filled with all sorts of implements, along with the furniture.

There was a St. Andrew’s cross, a wooden frame, a spanking bench, a couch, and a bed all squeezed into the space of the room, yet somehow, it didn’t feel crowded.

Whoever had designed and decorated the place deserved what they’d earned.

“Let’s go over to the couch and talk for a minute,” Marcus said, taking her by the hand and leading her over.

Eden bit her lip against a snappy comeback.

Without her friends standing there watching, she was feeling more vulnerable and a little less brave.

It was one thing to be sassy to Marcus when her friends were there or she was at her apartment.

It was another when they were at a kink club, and she’d agreed to let him dominate her for the night.

She might be a brat, but she wasn’t sure where his head was at, and he’d have every right to discipline her for disrespect if he wanted to.

Sure, she could say her safeword—and she would if she really felt she needed to—but that wasn’t how she wanted this night to go.

So, she reined in her brat, following him docilely to the couch and sitting down where he placed her. Marcus sat right next to her, spreading his knees wide so his leg was touching hers, and she wouldn’t be able to change that without moving away.

Which she wasn’t going to do.

She couldn’t back down from a challenge, but she also… liked it. Little sparks were traveling up her leg to her core. Touching him felt nice, and he’d been the one to make the move, so she hadn’t started the touching.

Besides, there was going to be a lot more touching soon enough. She needed to try to get a handle on her reaction to his touch while it was innocuous. Soon enough, it wouldn’t be.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” she asked with forced cheerfulness, reaching up to run her fingers through her hair. Marcus’ gaze followed the movement. She dropped her hand back in her lap, feeling awkward rather than the confidence she was going for.

“Well, it’s been a while since we’ve scened. I wanted to talk about limits.”

Right. Of course, he would. Marcus was a conscientious Dom.

Eden did her best to meet his gaze. One of the things she loved about kink was, once limits were established, a Dom could sweep her off her feet, over his shoulder, and have his way with her.

One of the things she hated was that they had to talk about those limits before anything could happen.

It was necessary, but when she was already feeling vulnerable, it only increased that feeling. She also had kind of expected Marcus to get right down to it, since he already knew all her limits, but of course he wouldn’t jump right in. Things might have changed, and he wanted to address that.

Still, she could try to move the process along a little. Eden shrugged one shoulder.

“All my limits are the same as before. If you remember them.” Was she taunting him?

Yeah… maybe just a little.

Marcus

He remembered Eden’s limits, every last one of them were burned into his brain, despite the amount of time since they’d last scened, but that wasn’t the point.

“Are you saying you want to abide by all those old limits? So, I can put you on your knees right now and slide my cock in your mouth?” He reached out, curling his fist under her chin to lift it up, his thumb sweeping over her lower lip, as her eyes widened.

“Or put you over the spanking bench, spank you with a wooden paddle, then fuck your pretty little ass?”

His voice was harsh with need, because fuck if he didn’t want to do all of those things, but he didn’t think she was ready yet.

He’d deliberately mentioned the wooden paddle, which she had a love-hate relationship with, making it a perfect implement for actual discipline.

Eden hated being spanked with it, but she loved the afterburn.

Of course she couldn’t just acquiesce easily and admit he was right and that they needed to talk.

He might have thrown her off for a moment or two, but she recovered quickly, licking her lip where his thumb had touched before answering him with as much sass as before.

“Well, it has been a while since I’ve had anal sex, so I would at least need some prep.”

His cock, which had already been thickening, was instantly hard. She wasn’t saying ‘no.’ He wondered exactly how long it had been.

Since the last time he’d had anal? Which had been with her. It could mean something, or it could mean nothing, so he didn’t want to get hung up on it, but he knew he’d be obsessing about it later.

Right now, he didn’t want to ruin the moment by finding out there had been someone else because he knew himself well enough to know it would make him jealous. Irrational but true.

“But you’re okay with sexual intercourse during this scene?” His cock was practically fighting to get out of his leathers in anticipation, so he wanted to be sure he understood what she was saying. He’d abide by whatever limits she wanted to lay down, but this was unexpected.

Sex wasn’t necessary for a scene, and he hadn’t expected it with her tonight, to be perfectly honest. However, he was absolutely willing to adapt if that was not one of her limits.

Eden shrugged one shoulder.

“Sure. Sex is fine. Whatever you want to do. It won’t make a difference to me.” She batted her eyes at him, but he saw the uncertainty behind her casual smile.

So, that was how she wanted to play it. She was going to do her best to prove that she didn’t have any lingering feelings for him by pretending sex wouldn’t matter. Well, hell, if she wanted to make things easier for him, who was he to argue with her?

He knew Eden. It didn’t matter how much she’d changed over the years, the core of her was still the same. She wouldn’t give him this much leeway unless she still trusted him on some level.

No new barriers.

No keeping herself from him.

All in the name of proving she didn’t have feelings for him anymore, but really, she was revealing the feelings remained. Or maybe, like him, her feelings had changed over time, but when they’d met again, she’d found something to like about him.

He’d gotten over her after their divorce, he really had…

until she’d come back into his life, and he’d found that he liked the new her.

Maybe she liked the new him, too. Hell, she should.

A lot of the changes he’d made were things she’d asked for while they were together that, to his shame, he hadn’t implemented until after she’d left.

“And no objection to calling me ‘Daddy’ for the course of the scene?” he asked, keeping her chin firmly held in place with his forefinger and thumb, so she couldn’t look away or hide her expression.

Which was why he saw the flaring of her nostrils as she sucked in a quick breath, her eyelashes fluttering in reaction.

“No objection.” Her voice was higher. Shriller. Less confident.

He hadn’t earned the title of Daddy from her yet, and he’d held it without merit for too long while they were married. Marcus intended to start making up for that tonight.

“No objection, what?” he asked, because he needed to hear her say it.

Something flared in her eyes, her tongue flicking out over her lips again.

“No objection, Daddy .”

Little brat. The emphasis she put on the title made it sound almost sarcastic, but it didn’t matter. His body responded with pure need.