overbearing.
And a lot more adjectives I can’t think of right now. Every book we read
explained the dynamics of a power exchange between a Dom and a sub. Brian takes
all the power away. Sweetie, you said he never even asked for a safe word.” She
touched Fallon’s arm. “You’re lucky you were still alive when I got you out of
there.”
Fallon took a deep swallow of her tea, hoping the icy liquid
would settle her stomach. She had definitely been afflicted with that sick
fascination. That addiction. Even now, despite everything that had happened,
there was a hidden part of her that still craved him. And how sick was that?
“It’s not as if he burned me or cut me or anything,” she
said in a weak voice.
Not that she hadn’t feared he would do either one of those
when he lost his temper. And convince her it would be her fault if he did.
A shiver raced over her as Fallon remembered an incident she
tried to keep buried. It happened not too long after he moved her into his
house and began to shut her off from everyone else. She’d wanted to call
Claire, and argued with him when he wouldn’t give her back her cell phone or
let her use a phone in the house.
“You’re getting too hot under the collar about this,” he’d
snapped. “Perhaps you need to cool off.”
He’d made her sit in a tub filled with ice up to her neck
while monitoring her vital signs—so she didn’t die on him, she supposed. When
he finally took her out, he warmed her body, stroked and caressed her, gave her
a powerful orgasm. Then told her it was all her fault for misbehaving. Anyone
else would have thrown her out in the street. If she ever argued with him
again, he’d do that and more.
“What are you remembering?” Claire looked at her through
narrowed eyes. “Every bit of color just left your face.”
Fallon shook herself. “Nothing, I was just—” She took a sip
of tea. “Nothing.”
“Sweetie, I know it’s not nothing .” She shook her
head. “If those tests I insisted on hadn’t come back showing no drugs in your
system, I’d have sworn he kept you doped up.” Claire went on, “I’m still not
convinced he didn’t. The doctor said there are lots of drugs that dissipate
from the system quickly.”
“I’d hate to think he drugged me without my knowledge.” Bile
flooded the back of her throat. What Claire said made more sense than Fallon
wanted to admit. And it was obvious to her now that Brian perverted the
lifestyle for his own needs. His own power trip. His own streak of
brutality.
Unfortunately, that knowledge hadn’t completely killed the
seed of addiction for his brand of domination. Brian had planted it deeply. She
kept the need pushed to the back of her mind, and every day with Cord blunted
it more and more. But—
“I’ve continued to do lots of research on BDSM, Fallon. The
general opinion is there are plenty of assholes like Brian who follow no rules,
who mind-fuck their subs and often use drugs in various doses to maintain
control. I swear that’s what happened to you.”
“I went with him willingly in the beginning,” Fallon
reminded her. Reminded herself how the edge of pain ramped up her pleasure.
Until—
“Hung up on outrageous sex, I believe you’d said.” Claire
interrupted her thoughts. “You were ripe for the picking, unhappy with previous
relationships, wanting excitement and a man who could set all your nerves on
fire. Well, according to what you told me, he did that and more, but you nearly
got yourself incinerated in the process.”
“But I’m not with him anymore,” Fallon reminded her.
“Right. You’re with a very sexy man who absolutely adores
you and treats you with a respectful possession that melts my panties. If
anyone could talk me into trying D/s, it would be Cord Jamieson.”
“Off limits.” Fallon managed a smile at the mention of
Cord’s name. “Already taken.”
“And don’t I know it.” Claire sat back in her chair. “Which
is exactly my point.
And a lot more adjectives I can’t think of right now. Every book we read
explained the dynamics of a power exchange between a Dom and a sub. Brian takes
all the power away. Sweetie, you said he never even asked for a safe word.” She
touched Fallon’s arm. “You’re lucky you were still alive when I got you out of
there.”
Fallon took a deep swallow of her tea, hoping the icy liquid
would settle her stomach. She had definitely been afflicted with that sick
fascination. That addiction. Even now, despite everything that had happened,
there was a hidden part of her that still craved him. And how sick was that?
“It’s not as if he burned me or cut me or anything,” she
said in a weak voice.
Not that she hadn’t feared he would do either one of those
when he lost his temper. And convince her it would be her fault if he did.
A shiver raced over her as Fallon remembered an incident she
tried to keep buried. It happened not too long after he moved her into his
house and began to shut her off from everyone else. She’d wanted to call
Claire, and argued with him when he wouldn’t give her back her cell phone or
let her use a phone in the house.
“You’re getting too hot under the collar about this,” he’d
snapped. “Perhaps you need to cool off.”
He’d made her sit in a tub filled with ice up to her neck
while monitoring her vital signs—so she didn’t die on him, she supposed. When
he finally took her out, he warmed her body, stroked and caressed her, gave her
a powerful orgasm. Then told her it was all her fault for misbehaving. Anyone
else would have thrown her out in the street. If she ever argued with him
again, he’d do that and more.
“What are you remembering?” Claire looked at her through
narrowed eyes. “Every bit of color just left your face.”
Fallon shook herself. “Nothing, I was just—” She took a sip
of tea. “Nothing.”
“Sweetie, I know it’s not nothing .” She shook her
head. “If those tests I insisted on hadn’t come back showing no drugs in your
system, I’d have sworn he kept you doped up.” Claire went on, “I’m still not
convinced he didn’t. The doctor said there are lots of drugs that dissipate
from the system quickly.”
“I’d hate to think he drugged me without my knowledge.” Bile
flooded the back of her throat. What Claire said made more sense than Fallon
wanted to admit. And it was obvious to her now that Brian perverted the
lifestyle for his own needs. His own power trip. His own streak of
brutality.
Unfortunately, that knowledge hadn’t completely killed the
seed of addiction for his brand of domination. Brian had planted it deeply. She
kept the need pushed to the back of her mind, and every day with Cord blunted
it more and more. But—
“I’ve continued to do lots of research on BDSM, Fallon. The
general opinion is there are plenty of assholes like Brian who follow no rules,
who mind-fuck their subs and often use drugs in various doses to maintain
control. I swear that’s what happened to you.”
“I went with him willingly in the beginning,” Fallon
reminded her. Reminded herself how the edge of pain ramped up her pleasure.
Until—
“Hung up on outrageous sex, I believe you’d said.” Claire
interrupted her thoughts. “You were ripe for the picking, unhappy with previous
relationships, wanting excitement and a man who could set all your nerves on
fire. Well, according to what you told me, he did that and more, but you nearly
got yourself incinerated in the process.”
“But I’m not with him anymore,” Fallon reminded her.
“Right. You’re with a very sexy man who absolutely adores
you and treats you with a respectful possession that melts my panties. If
anyone could talk me into trying D/s, it would be Cord Jamieson.”
“Off limits.” Fallon managed a smile at the mention of
Cord’s name. “Already taken.”
“And don’t I know it.” Claire sat back in her chair. “Which
is exactly my point.
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