up at him wide eyed. “I thought you said you hadn’t read my file.”
“Master Dex mentioned your uncertainty.”
She shook her head, her delicate brows gathering in a frown. “I was confused when I joined, but not anymore. I come for light to moderate play, that is all.”
“And sex.”
Again, she glanced away, her fair skin unable to hide the slight blush that colored her cheeks. “Yes.” Her affirmative response little more than a whisper of breath.
His hand moved for the first time since they’d begun this discussion, which was proving both awkward and uncomfortable for her. In a slow sweep of his thumb, he brushed over the rosy apple of her cheek, watching with interest as her pupils dilated. He pushed on, glad that she enjoyed his touch. “What about submission? Is that also something you don’t want anymore?”
The beginnings of a smile tipped her lips, but it was fleeting and never quite took hold. “In this place, I doubt if that’s an option.”
“Ah, but there are sadists who aren’t dominant and by the same token, masochists who chose not to submit. Before we move forward, I’m asking you what you want.”
She closed her eyes as his thumb grazed along her lower lip.
“Eyes on me,” he ordered. As her lashes flew up, her rapid response, the rush of indrawn breath, and the flutter of the pulse in her throat told him more than any words possibly could. Yes, indeed, his little masochist in denial was submissive as well.
“ C’est vrai ma bonne fille , I prefer that you not hide anything from me.”
Her brows gathered for a moment. “My school girl French is twenty years old, I didn’t catch that.”
“ Pardon , Mari. I said that you’re my good girl.”
He smiled slightly as she flushed with pleasure at the slight praise. He almost hated to take that away from her.
“I should qualify that by saying, parfois , which means sometimes, when you aren’t stalling and forgetting your manners. As an experienced sub, you know how to address your dom, even one for a night.”
Her mouth rounded prettily as she realized her error. “I’m sorry for the disrespect, sir.”
He nodded in acceptance of her apology before stroking his fingers down the side of her cheek. He felt her tremble as she leaned into his tender touch as though starved for affection. It stirred the protective side in him, as well as his indignation, that such a gentle soul was going without something so basic as a caring touch. That was not something she would lack, while in a scene with him. But the unguarded moment passed, as her brain seemed to switch back on. She tensed and with great reluctance pulled away.
His hand wrapped around her neck and with slight, but insistent pressure, drew her nearer. “French lesson number one, e mbrasse-moi, ma petite. That means kiss me, little one. Lesson number two is baiser-moi , which means fuck me, which you will be screaming before the night is out.”
He lowered his mouth, but at the last moment she turned her face away. “Please, sir. I prefer not to kiss on the mouth. It’s too intimate.”
Shocked, he raised his head. What the fuck? Pulling her face around, he searched her troubled blue eyes. A range of emotions flickered through him, first anger, then annoyance, taking serious offense, but when he looked deeper and saw the shadow in her eyes, he remembered her loss and from what Dex had said, her ongoing distress.
“It’s to be cold and impersonal then? That is how you want it?”
“Not cold, sir.”
With a faint smile, he searched her face for a moment before inclining his head. “So at odds with yourself, aren’t you? So be it.” He turned her to face the cross. “Strip off everything, Mari. I am anxious to get started.”
* * *
The silicone lashes cut through the air with a whoosh then connected with a resounding thwap as they struck bare skin. A hot sizzle of fire flared out across both of her cheeks as she arched in reaction. Her head flew
“Master Dex mentioned your uncertainty.”
She shook her head, her delicate brows gathering in a frown. “I was confused when I joined, but not anymore. I come for light to moderate play, that is all.”
“And sex.”
Again, she glanced away, her fair skin unable to hide the slight blush that colored her cheeks. “Yes.” Her affirmative response little more than a whisper of breath.
His hand moved for the first time since they’d begun this discussion, which was proving both awkward and uncomfortable for her. In a slow sweep of his thumb, he brushed over the rosy apple of her cheek, watching with interest as her pupils dilated. He pushed on, glad that she enjoyed his touch. “What about submission? Is that also something you don’t want anymore?”
The beginnings of a smile tipped her lips, but it was fleeting and never quite took hold. “In this place, I doubt if that’s an option.”
“Ah, but there are sadists who aren’t dominant and by the same token, masochists who chose not to submit. Before we move forward, I’m asking you what you want.”
She closed her eyes as his thumb grazed along her lower lip.
“Eyes on me,” he ordered. As her lashes flew up, her rapid response, the rush of indrawn breath, and the flutter of the pulse in her throat told him more than any words possibly could. Yes, indeed, his little masochist in denial was submissive as well.
“ C’est vrai ma bonne fille , I prefer that you not hide anything from me.”
Her brows gathered for a moment. “My school girl French is twenty years old, I didn’t catch that.”
“ Pardon , Mari. I said that you’re my good girl.”
He smiled slightly as she flushed with pleasure at the slight praise. He almost hated to take that away from her.
“I should qualify that by saying, parfois , which means sometimes, when you aren’t stalling and forgetting your manners. As an experienced sub, you know how to address your dom, even one for a night.”
Her mouth rounded prettily as she realized her error. “I’m sorry for the disrespect, sir.”
He nodded in acceptance of her apology before stroking his fingers down the side of her cheek. He felt her tremble as she leaned into his tender touch as though starved for affection. It stirred the protective side in him, as well as his indignation, that such a gentle soul was going without something so basic as a caring touch. That was not something she would lack, while in a scene with him. But the unguarded moment passed, as her brain seemed to switch back on. She tensed and with great reluctance pulled away.
His hand wrapped around her neck and with slight, but insistent pressure, drew her nearer. “French lesson number one, e mbrasse-moi, ma petite. That means kiss me, little one. Lesson number two is baiser-moi , which means fuck me, which you will be screaming before the night is out.”
He lowered his mouth, but at the last moment she turned her face away. “Please, sir. I prefer not to kiss on the mouth. It’s too intimate.”
Shocked, he raised his head. What the fuck? Pulling her face around, he searched her troubled blue eyes. A range of emotions flickered through him, first anger, then annoyance, taking serious offense, but when he looked deeper and saw the shadow in her eyes, he remembered her loss and from what Dex had said, her ongoing distress.
“It’s to be cold and impersonal then? That is how you want it?”
“Not cold, sir.”
With a faint smile, he searched her face for a moment before inclining his head. “So at odds with yourself, aren’t you? So be it.” He turned her to face the cross. “Strip off everything, Mari. I am anxious to get started.”
* * *
The silicone lashes cut through the air with a whoosh then connected with a resounding thwap as they struck bare skin. A hot sizzle of fire flared out across both of her cheeks as she arched in reaction. Her head flew
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