Total pages in book: 165
Estimated words: 154925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
MaeBe stepped forward and put a hand on his chest, pressing him back. “Fuck you, Kyle.”
He held his ground. She didn’t want his tenderness, couldn’t handle this being soft and sweet.
So he would give her his roughness, his dominance.
He reached out and tangled his fingers in her hair. “I wished we’d played. I wish I knew exactly what you like and what you don’t.”
“I can say the words yellow and red. Unless you don’t remember your training. It’s not like you put it into practice. You were far too busy keeping your hands to yourself.” She was taunting him, pushing him back and behaving like the worst brat in the world. “You wasted it, you know. I don’t even know why you bothered to take that class.”
Oh, she wanted to be mad at him. He could give her so many more reasons for anger. He meant to be honest with her this time around. About most things. Definitely about this. He tightened his hold, bringing her up on her toes and watching as her eyes went wide and her pupils dilated. “I didn’t just take the class at Sanctum. Baby, I’ve been working at The Club one night a week since I came home. I’ve taken private training with Julian Lodge, and I’ve practiced hard.”
“I thought you were working late. That was the excuse you always gave.” She swiped a hand at him but he held her off. “More lies.”
“I’m full of them,” he admitted, his cock tightening. His cock was an optimistic idiot because there was zero way she let him get inside her tonight. Unless he was really, really good at what he was about to do. Unless he brought her so much pleasure she forgot everything but her next orgasm. He couldn’t help it. His mind went there. They were alone in a room together, a room filled with toys he’d dreamed of using on her. A room for the fantasies they could play out.
Like the fantasy where he’d never left Dallas and had been waiting here when she’d shown up. The fantasy where he was good enough for her.
“Was she your sub?” Mae asked, a challenge in her voice. “She said she’d had a bad Dom in her past.”
Oh, they weren’t going to play this game.
He picked her up again and carried her to the big bench where he sat down and dragged her over his lap. He was gentle with her, but he wasn’t about to let her go. If she wanted out, she knew what to do. Until then, he was in charge.
“I told you. I started training when I got home and met this gorgeous brat who fucking rocked my world and who needs this.” He felt one of her hands grip his ankle. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she was absolutely manipulating him. What she didn’t understand was how far he’d go to stay close to her. “I wasn’t interested in any of this until I met you, until I realized how deep you were in, and I knew I better learn how to swim.”
He brought the flat of his hand down on her ass, once then twice and again.
“You can have a D/s relationship without ever playing and you know it.” She seemed determined to push him.
He gave her a stronger slap and then found the waistband of her leggings, starting to drag them down, exposing that gorgeous ass of hers. “No. A D/s relationship must be talked about, must be consented to, and not merely at the beginning. Every single day. Sometimes minute by minute. What you’re asking is if I was the asshole who abused Julia and made her a monster.”
She went still beneath him. “I didn’t… Kyle, I didn’t mean it that way.”
But deep down she had. Deep down she wanted to blame him for everything, and she was right to. He didn’t want to talk about this, wanted to keep her as far away from his past as he possibly could. “I didn’t top her.”
“But you did top me, and we didn’t have a contract.”
“Yeah, I topped you so hard, baby. You did pretty much whatever you wanted and got into all kinds of trouble. I never wanted you out in the field. If I was topping you, I would have made damn sure you were safe.” Another volley of slaps and her ass was starting to get pink.
“I was never going to allow you to decide how and when I work. But the rest of it… We had a D/s relationship and you broke it. We might not have had a fucking contract, but I deferred to you when you needed it. I let you lead me in so many ways and then you were gone.”
“I didn’t want to leave you. I never wanted to leave you.” He slapped her ass, punctuating each word. “I was willing to risk my life to keep you safe.”