I wanted to challenge him, see if he’d expose his own weakness or perhaps be caught off guard and not know what to say.
Brutal honesty and disclosure—took me by a thunderous storm inside my chest, holding my breath hostage.
His shoulders went limp with his confession. Vulnerability controlled both of us in far reaching spectrums, although by the same token placing us on an even playing field.
That was, until he opened the drawer and retrieved the ropes.
We sat in silence while music played in the background. He pulled me tightly to his chest and held me, running his fingers through my hair. “I’m no Dom. I don’t believe in having a sexual slave. I do like using toys and apparatuses for pleasure, but you will never call me Master or Sir, and I will never ask for a contract or command you to do something.”
Book 3 – Captivated on 5th Avenue
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