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Her back and shoulders rise and fall as she draws in a deep breath. When she faces me, her eyes are hurt, her lips pressed into a thin line.
I point wordlessly to the floor in front of me. Quinn may like pain, but she’s no submissive. She doesn’t crave service and submission any more than I do. What I’m asking isn’t easy for her.
But she values our relationship. She knows I’m not playing.
And fuck, I hope I’ve established trust by now.
How many times has she been on the cusp of intense pain and trusted me not to hurt her?
How many times has she taken a risk and found I’m not going to betray her?
We need time, I know we do, but it’s one luxury we can’t afford.
When she’s standing in front of me, more hurt than angry, I grip her chin and make her look into my eyes.
“Tonight.”
“Tonight what?”
“Tonight, when I come back, I want you waiting in our room. I want you kneeling naked in the corner of the room, your palms on your legs as you wait for me.”
A slow blink shows me I’ve got her curious but not on board.
“Thecorner?” she repeats, clearly bemused.
“I promise you, this isn’t punishment. It will quiet your mind and help you let go.”
That’s the goal, anyway.
“I see.”
“I’ll text you when I’m on my way back, so you have time to be ready. And when I return to you, I’ll tell you where I was and why.”
When her eyes light up with hope, I shake my head. “Not everything, baby. I can’t until I have full clearance. But I’ll tell you my errand tonight.”
I cup the back of her head, hold her to me, and press my lips to hers. The fear of what lies ahead dissolves as I take her mouth and deepen the kiss.
I groan when her tongue licks mine. I cup her ass and give her a sharp, playful spank.
When we pull away, we’re both practically panting.
“Tonight,” she says. “I can do that. Now, do I get to play with my friends or what?”
* * *
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
“SPILLING THE BEANS”
Quinn
"Are you OK?"Eden asks me seriously. Her beautiful, trusting face is pinched and her hands are in her lap.
There’s no point in hiding it. If I can’t confide in my best friend, whocanI confide in? We’re sitting in a private reserved area of the club. Eden’s off tonight so we’re having a little catch-up with some of the regulars.
"Feeling edgy," I admit. "You know… I'm not the kind of person to stick around. I'm also not the kind of person that trusts very easily." Which is exactly why I'm not the kind of person that stays around.
"I know," she says quietly.
