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“Then what?”
“The fact you don’t…wantme, the way I want you.”
Zeke eased back, expression thoughtful. For a long, uncomfortable minute, silence sat between them, but his eyes were distant, as though he wasn’t with her in the room. The first noise to break the silence was a grunt. “I suppose I did give you that impression, though it’s far from the truth. I’m an old man, Livvy; almost two of your lifetimes fit into mine. I was resigned to living the rest of it alone.”
“I don’t care about how old we are, Zeke.”
“No, I’m beginning to see that.” He stood and leaned over her, strong fingers clasping her cuffed wrist and releasing the leather band easily. Gathering up the chain, he looped it around his hand loosely, then bent and unfastened the other cuff from his ankle. “What do you know about BDSM, angel?”
Her mouth went dry. She cleared her throat as he set the chain and cuffs aside, fully expecting a cloud of dust to erupt from her desert-dry throat. “Were they so I didn’t try to go back to work?”
Humor lightened his eyes. “No. They were in case I fell asleep and you decided to go walkabouts in the dark. Last thing we need is you sleepwalking into Atticus’ bedroom or the kids’ rooms, and scarin’ the bejesus out of everyone.” His fingers skipped down the buttons of his shirt, flicking them open. “BDSM, Olivia. Tell me.”
“Ah…” Her mind went blank, a giant blackboard without so much as a streak of chalk on it. The material parted, spreading open to reveal the tanned skin of his chest, the mixture of dark and silver hairs across his pectorals. “Sex?”
He snorted. “If you’re a good girl and tell me what you know.”
“Um…” She squeezed her eyes shut, blocking out the distraction. “Spankings. Safewords. I’m not sure what you…”
“Open your eyes, Olivia.”
She obeyed, wishing she hadn’t when she saw his shirt was gone, leaving his arms and torso bare. It was hard to focus when her attention locked onto the muscles he’d rebuilt after being stuck in a hospital bed for so long.
“You know what I am, yes?”
“Dominant,” she whispered as his hands lowered to his belt, sliding the leather strap through the belt buckle, then the loops of his jeans.
“That’s right. Do you trust me to show you what BDSM means? Can you put yourself in my hands for a time, while you get a taste of what it offers?” Lord, the button of his jeans put up no fight whatsoever as he popped it open, drawing the zipper down slowly. “I’ll look after you, Livvy. Maybe then you’ll be able to answer the question.”
The question?
“Whether you want to be in a dynamic with me,” Zeke clarified, obviously sensing her bewilderment.
Her breathing increased, nerves prickling under her skin. This was her moment to shine, to step up to the plate and shrug off an entire adulthood of celibacy. It was what she’d been dreaming of for years, wasn’t it?
She squirmed as the ache returned to her core. His eyes were on her, and she felt herself growing wet as they stroked over her skin as tangibly as his hands. “Yes. Yes, to both.”
“You’re a trusting soul,” he murmured, hooking his thumbs into the waistband. “Far too good for the likes of me. Are you sure, Olivia?”
It was just sex, she reminded herself. The first time was rarely good, from everything she’d read on the forums she sneaked into now and then. She just needed to remember that it would hurt for a few seconds, and then acclimatize herself into unfamiliar territory.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. If that changes at all, at any time, you tell mered. That’s it; one word. Red stops everything, no matter what.” Leaving his thumbs hooked in his jeans, Zeke lifted his chin. “On your knees, pretty girl, facing me.”
Cautiously, her breath coming in shallow puffs, she turned onto her side, then rose onto her knees as ordered. She didn’t know where to look, so she directed her gaze to the mattress between her spread thighs.
“Repeat your safeword.”
“Red.” She inhaled deeply. “Sir.”
“Perfect.” His hands moved to her neck, fingers curling around the fragile stem as his thumbs brushed her lips. When she shuddered, he smiled, lowering his head to taste her mouth. The tip of his tongue traced the shape of it before she involuntarily opened them. “Relax, Livvy. Has it been a while?”
Oh, only all her life, she thought, tilting back to offer more. A moan filled the room as he shifted his hand to clasp her nape, fingers pressing into the muscles. The other dropped to her shoulder, sliding the bra strap over the joint. “Um…yeah.”
“That’s fine. We’ll take it slow. Don’t want to spook you now, do we? Take your bra off,” he requested quietly, before deepening the kiss.
Her first kiss.
