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Zeke shifted, lowering his mouth to her ear. “Are you submissive, Olivia?”
Her name again in that same, devastating tone. A shiver ran through her, eliciting a moan. Her panties felt wet; she wondered if he knew what he was doing to her. In all likelihood… yes.
A man like him, who’d tended bar in a place like Avalon, knew exactly what he did to a woman.
Would it shock him to find out she knew all about the kink club that had gone up in smoke? That she was aware of her boss’s predilections, how all his friends were immersed in the lifestyle, in one way or another?
Maybe not. Anyone who met Alicia understood that she was different in the best way. She caused riots in the office with her antics, and Atticus was so patient with her, like a father with a kid pumped up on sugar.
Someone who was a demon on a computer keyboard might discover alotof information on that specific dynamic, and others besides; sadism and masochism walked hand in hand. Master and slave wasn’t something she was interested inat all. Crawling around on the floor using her hands as paws, with something thick and furry up her butt as a substitute tail was also not a kink that pushed her buttons… much.
“Yes?” she croaked.
“Sure about that?”
Not really, no, but hell would freeze over before she turned down the opportunity to find out. Neither was she prepared to jeopardize this moment. “Yes… Sir?”
His hum of approval made her wiggle in delight—which was bad, she realized. Her breasts brushed against his chest as she moved, the hairs on his pectorals inciting her nipples to mutiny through the thin fabric of the bra.
“Good girl,” he told her quietly, deepening the ache in her core. “I’m going to ask you some more questions, and I’d like you to answer each one just like that.”
She nodded, her tongue failing her again.
“Have you ever been in a dynamic? Long- or short-term?”
Oooh, and a swan dive straight into dangerous waters. Right into the middle of several sharks out for the blood of liars.
“N-No, Sir.”
“Just scenes, then. Do you prefer playing with one Dom regularly or experiencing a variety?”
For the first time, she was so fucking glad his eyes weren’t on her face. It was no secret that she was a terrible liar. Just terrible. If her face didn’t give her away, she usually caved into the guilt that followed her mistruth.
What would she prefer? One man or many?
“One,” she whispered.
“Mmm-hmm. Do you let this one Dom touch you in all these needy places, Olivia?” A sharp nip of pain stung her earlobe, and she was in heaven. “Do you let him put clamps on these pretty nipples until you cry? Is he allowed to fuck your wet little pussy, and your tight ass?”
Her eyes widened. Her ass? What did her ass have to do with this conversation? As his mouth caressed a spot on the side of her neck, a montage of all the porn she’d watched while researching BDSM paraded gleefully through her head, reminding her that in this community, there was quite literally nothing off-limits.
Including theback hole.
Gulping, she twisted his question around in her head until thehebecame Zeke. “I-If he wants to, Sir.”
“And ifIwant to do all those things?”
“Yes, please,” she murmured, although clamps and butt stuff were slightly intimidating. But she’d deal with that when—if—they popped into her reality.
Leaning back, Zeke studied her face, his lips twitching. “Flushed there, girl. Too warm?”
Every nerve was on fire, simmering beneath her skin, ready to implode. She was burning up from the inside out, a breath away from spontaneously combusting. “No, Sir.”
“If you say so. Our situation is this, Olivia: Atticus has decided that you need a firm hand in your life to get you back on track. Being the almighty Master of the universe, he’s graciously chosen me to be the lucky individual.” His voice was flat with displeased sarcasm. “As you know, the tenets of BDSM rely on consent. Is a dynamic with me something you’d consider?”
Tricky question. If she said yes, she was admitting to Atticus that she needed help, which she didn’t. Much. Saying no meant kissing goodbye to possibly the only chance she’d ever get of being with Zeke.
He didn’t exactly sound thrilled at the idea of being in charge of her, yet there was no mistaking that his erection was prominently occupying the space above her sex, and her neck still tingled from the pressure of his mouth.
