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I didn’t realize that I’d taken his hand, or that he let me take his hand until we stopped in front of the door for Dungeon #3 and he gently extricated himself from my hold.
He typed in the access code, slowly this time, like he was worried.
As soon as the door clicked shut behind us, I dove in with the apologies. “Sorry if I seem overly eager.” I sponged off my perpetually wet palms on my skirt. “And if I drenched your hand in sweat.”
He didn’t say a word, so I kept talking.
“It’s just, this is all so far from my element.”
“Submitting?” One word from him and he said it suspiciously. Like he was questioning his own sanity with every passing moment.
“Not submitting,” I lied, trying to tone down my nerves. The last time I’d come in this room, high off him, adrenaline, and the brazenness of grabbing him without permission, I’d been on some other plane of existence. A place where things that were created to inflict pain didn’t frighten me, they excited me. Where a man that I knew nothing about besides that he liked to hurt me, didn’t make me want to run as far away as humanely possible, but come closer. Delve deeper into his world of kink and agony. Delve deeper into my own dark desires.
I didn’t go skipping from whip to whip like last time. I waited until he told me what he wanted. What he needed. When he didn’t say a word, again, I filled up the silence with the mess in my head. “Feeling so strongly for someone is out of my element.”
His brow vaulted skeptically, so I decided to do something pretty crazy.
I told him the truth.
“I like you. I know how insane that must sound. I know nothing about you, besides that you’re a Dom, you’re clearly someone important, and you’re sexy as hell.” I took a breath, not thinking about how surreal all this was, or that I may be being a little too forthcoming. “When you texted me, I almost squealed. Squealed like some lovesick teenager.” Oh my God Sophia. Stop. Talking. “Not that I’m in love with you...” I groaned, turning back to the door. I was sure he was about to have some emergency, some reason to get him out of here and away from me, because I was clearly crazy. “I’ll just show myself out.”
“Where do you think you’re going?”
I was facing the door, gripping the golden knob, squeezing my eyes shut. I didn’t know if I’d imagined his question, but I’d already shown my crazy, so there was no use dialing back. “You’d have to be as insane as me to not be utterly done after what I just said.”
“Did I say I was done?” He didn’t pause for a response. “Did I tell you to do anything at all?”
I let go of the doorknob, but shock turned the rest of me to stone. Any movement would rouse me from this dream. I was dreaming, right? There was no way he was still interested.
“Turn around, Sin.”
I was almost more mortified than before, especially hearing him call me that name, but I sucked it up and pivoted back to him. I frowned in confusion when I saw he was smiling. My eyes dropped when I saw the tremor rippling through his shoulders. Since it wasn’t cold in the room and his lips were pursed like he was trying to hold back something, my jaw fell open.
“Are you laughing at me?!” I asked incredulously. Caught up in the moment, I flew back to him and smacked one of those trembling shoulders.
His handsome face flipped from bemusement to shock.
He dropped his eye to his shoulder, then looked back at me, his face no longer surprised, but hard as stone. “Did you just strike me?”
Uh oh.
I couldn’t lie, even though the answer was clearly supposed to be, “No! Never!”.
I gulped, trying to stutter my way out of it. “Um, uh, er...”
And then he did the last thing I expected.
He roped my waist and snatched me to him. My body; soft, clumsy, fit his; hot, muscled. It was like we were two magnets and had finally found each other.
I tipped my chin upward and that insecure part of me that whispered to step away, pull back, run, was put on mute...just in time for his lips to collide with mine.
Chapter Three: Desmond
I screwed up.
I knew it from the moment I walked through the doors of Hush that she would likely forget one of the golden rules of submission: punctuality. I hated to wait...and I hated that I stood in Dungeon #3 for a good five minutes. I realized I’d wait even longer, however long it took, to claim her.
I’d lost count of how many submissives had been mine for the evening; nameless, faceless women that I’d used for the sole purpose of getting off. This guilty pang was new for me, caring that I’d used them all as a means to an end completely foreign because I was on the other side with Sin. I knew it from the moment I saw her shocked expression outside the office, heat blooming in her cheeks like some flower that grew wild and reckless.
