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“All right, Mary.” He rocked on his heels and laced his hands behind his back. “I’ll allow you this one freedom.” Then he leaned down into her face, erasing the distance. “Know, though, that I’m being kind to your insecurity. This is not weakness on my part as a Dom, but tenderness to your comfort level. Understand?”
“Of course I know that, sir,” she replied.
She also knew that he hadn’t allowed her this right because she refused. He allowed it because he took measure in the care of his submissive.
That made him worthy.
It also built trust.
His chin lifted in response to something he saw in her expression. “Ah, beautiful, I’ve never minded a woman with a little fight in her.”
“Good, because that’s what you’ve got, sir,” she retorted.
Elliott couldn’t fight back his grin. Playful. Strong. Beautiful. Mary was damn near perfect. He didn’t mind her pushing for what made her comfortable. In fact, he approved of her strength. Domination didn’t appeal to him as a way to bulldoze a woman. His cravings came from the sensation that a woman trusted him enough to let it all go. To be in his headspace for a little while, trusting he’d do right by her.
His cock twitched in his pants as he realized Mary was the perfect combination of sexy and confident. The fire in her eyes when she refused him burned into his groin. A little push and shove in a game of power was something he enjoyed.
Keeping his hands clasped at his back, he asked, “Hard limits I should be aware of?”
Mary’s response was instant. “No choking. No blood play. No name calling or humiliation. No marks that won’t fade by the morning.”
Christ, how she declared her sexual dislikes entranced him. This was a reason why he never played with young submissives. He preferred women who knew their bodies and were well acquainted with their desires. “How about soft limits?”
“Caning and whipping.”
He drew in close and inhaled her rich scent of roses, sensing the heat and need off her body. Her limits were right in line with his, and for him it’d always been about the power play. He used toys as a way to fuel pleasure, if his submissive needed it. But he didn’t get off on whipping a woman. He got off on watching her melt under his command.
Unable to stop himself from touching her, he dragged his fingers over her cheek and smiled when she leaned in to him. Her eyes all but blazed with arousal, and he found himself enraptured. Not all submissives reacted so intensely to him, and there was something incredibly potent about how she outright burned for him. “Very well. And a safe word?”
“Shipwreck.”
He lowered his hand in surprise. “What’s the meaning behind your safe word?”
She flicked her long locks over her shoulder, inviting him to kiss her creamy flesh. “It’s always been my safe word from day one. As in, if my Dom goes too far and doesn’t stop, I’m going to crash.”
Interesting word choice, Elliott thought. Though it also gave him a little insight into what Mary did with her free time. “Do you like sailing?”
She nodded, the passion shining through her bright eyes. “I have a small sailboat at my lake house on Lake Las Vegas.”
He had traveled there before, and understood why she enjoyed it. It was close enough to Vegas to frequent, but far enough for a weekend getaway. The things he liked about Mary were adding up. “I enjoy the water as well.”
“Do you?” she asked with raised brows.
He nodded, wondering over her shock—maybe she was as amazed by their chemistry as he was. “In my twenties, I traveled the French Riviera and the British Virgin Islands. Lately I haven’t gotten out on the water as much as I’d like.”
Her lips parted, and a small squeak came out before she clamped her mouth shut. Elliott narrowed his eyes in wonderment. By all appearances, it seemed as if she wanted to invite him to join her on her boat, but she stopped herself. He realized immediately that he wouldn’t mind the invitation, but would welcome it.
What is it about you?
He slid his fingers over her arm and paused, considering her. She fluttered at his touch, yet it was more his interest in her that made him curious. As was the fact that she heated up just so damn incredibly under his attention.
For a submissive who’d never played with him before, she was entirely in tune with him. More than anything, for a split second, he wondered if he’d finally met his soul mate, a kinky woman who had a lot in common with him.
He ran his hand all the way up to her shoulder, then tangled his fingers into her hair, gripping tightly. At her gasp, he winked. “All right, so Shipwreck keeps you safe. Is there anything else I need to know before I enjoy this sexy body of yours, Mary?”
Her breath whooshed from her lungs. “No, sir.”
So responsive. So beautiful.
