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“I’m not afraid.” Her words were breathy.
He leaned in, smelled her shampoo and the scent of her skin. “You should be.”
“I’m not afraid of you, Benson.”
“You were.” The words fell heavy between them.
“Please, listen. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t—”
He didn’t want to hear it. “You’re going to get hurt.”
Her lips parted as her face softened. “Or I’ll hurt someone else?”
Benson pushed away. The fear—born of a need to protect her—washed away by remembered anger.
“Benson, wait.” She reached out and grabbed him.
He froze, looked down at her hand on his arm.
“Let’s play the game,” she whispered.
He stared at her, urged himself to walk away.
Thanks to the game, he could scene with her, play with her, touch her one more time.
It wasn’t really that the game gave him some kind of all-powerful permission. Everything in the club, in good BDSM, was consensual.
Their past was a wall, a chasm, a poisoned bridge-less river.
The game was a door through the wall, a bridge over the chasm.
He wavered, considering.
“Benson, if we scene, you can punish me—”
He reared back, nearly tripping over himself to put space between them. Anger burned in his chest as he looked at her. “I’m not going to be your big bad wolf.”
The words, ones he’d said to her once before, made her jerk as if he’d struck her. With a snarl, Benson turned and walked away.
But she wouldn’t even let him stalk off in an appropriately dramatic fashion.
“Benson, please don’t leave the club because of this.”
It was the please that stopped him. He was at the corner of the building, where an opening led out to the path that would take him back to the hotel, his room, and a shower.
“They’re right. I deserve to be punished for what—”
“Enough, Mal.” The word was a command, and this time he very deliberately used his Dom voice.
The silence stretched, and he wanted to turn around and look at her, see what she was doing, what her body language said.
He didn’t.
“I won’t be manipulated into punishing you. I won’t be manipulated. Full fucking stop.”
He heard a soft sound, either a sigh or…damn it, was she crying?
That little sound affected him more than it should have, changed his next words.
