The Art of Love [Hedon Falls 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Michelle Graham

answers.”
    Melanie nodded but was still a bit confused. “What about the domination and submission part?”
    “Also very complex,” he said. “Some people like to be in control and some people like to give that control to others.”
    “Oh.” She still didn’t really get it.
    “Would you like to try something?” he asked her.
    “What?” she gasped.
    “It doesn’t have to be sexual. Some people just like giving or receiving orders. I can help you if you want to see what it’s like,” he said.
    “So you do this stuff?” she asked softly.
    “Some of it,” he said. “Try asking me again, but this time be really aggressive and threaten me if I don’t answer.”
    Melanie stared at him. It felt kind of strange to think of giving orders but she figured she might as well try. She could call it research. Putting on her best bossy voice she said, “Do you do this shit, Garrett?” She felt a little ridiculous.
    Garrett slumped his shoulders and lowered his eyes before mumbling something.
    “I can’t hear you, Garrett,” she said forcefully. “Look at me.”
    He lifted his eyes and didn’t say anything.
    “Answer me!” she cried. “I want to know if you do this kinky shit!”
    “Yes,” he replied softly.
    “I can’t hear you.” Melanie was beginning to enjoy herself. Garrett played the submissive role well and that made it easier for her to be dominant.
    “Yes,” Garrett said more loudly.
    “Yes, what?”
    “Yes, I do this kinky shit, ma’am.”
    Ma’am? She kind of liked that. She thought about what to say next. “Tell me what you do. And give me all the details or I’ll have to punish you.”
    “I like to tie girls up,” he said.
    “What do you do to them when they’re tied up, you dirty fuck?” Now she was getting into it and, to her surprise, found herself becoming aroused.
    “I like to put nipple clamps on them,” he said, his eyes locked on hers. “I pull the clamps until they cry out. I whip them. I whip their legs, their asses, their tits. And I whip their pussies until they beg me to fuck them.” His eyes hadn’t left hers and she could feel her nipples hardening and her pussy getting wet. She swallowed and glanced down at his crotch to see a huge bulge in the front of his pants.
    “Your cock is hard,” she said.
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    “I didn’t tell you you could get a hard-on did I?”
    “No, ma’am.”
    “What should I do with you?”
    “You should punish me, ma’am,” he said quietly.

Chapter 7
     
    Melanie’s mouth went dry. Now she didn’t know what to do. As though sensing this, Garrett said, “Would you like to spank me or use a riding crop?”
    She didn’t think she could spank him, so she said, “Get the crop.”
    Garrett disappeared into a room for a moment before returning with a long, black rod. He handed it to her and she examined it. It was stiff and made of leather but surprisingly light. She stared at it and then looked up at him.
    “I don’t know what to do,” she whispered.
    He came over and put his hand over hers. “Hold it like this,” he said. “Flick it from the wrist. Try not to hit the same spot twice, but move it around a little. It’s less painful for me that way.”
    She looked up at him. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
    He pressed close and she felt his erection against her hip. Her breathing increased in pace when he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “You’re not going to hurt me,” he said, his breath tickling the side of her neck. “I want this.”
    She turned her head and his face was right there in front of her. Her heart pounded as he just hovered, his lips barely an inch from hers. They stood like that for a moment, and Melanie was sure he would kiss her and equally sure that she wanted him to. But to her disappointment, he moved away. She watched as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off. He had a smattering of light-colored hair on his chest and a fair number of freckles, but he was in good shape.