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“Who’s above me?”
She squirmed in her seat and fixed her gaze out of the passenger’s window. “None of your business.”
“We’ll see about that.” He put his right hand against the back of her neck and flexed his fingers just a bit to make her pay attention to him.
She let out a little sigh of what sounded like pleasure and turned forward, body relaxing under his touch.
Thatta girl.
“Is he someone you’ve fucked?” he asked.
“No.”
“Someone you know personally?”
“No.”
He pinned his gaze to the road ahead again and his hand back on the wheel, figuring he’d let the discussion pause with that. He didn’t think he had an excess of ego, but he didn’t like the idea of her harboring fantasies about someone else in her life, either. He wanted all the brainpower she could spare being devoted to him and what he would do to her, and not to some other man who probably didn’t deserve her any more than Tim did.
When he’d cleared a particularly winding stretch of road, he took his hand from the wheel and set it on her knee.
Reflexively, she opened her legs for him, but he didn’t plan to linger. So was too far away, and playing wasn’t compatible with safe driving. It was good to know she took cues well…which made him wonder again.
“Are you involved with someone else?”
“No. Not for a long time.”
That revelation should have satisfied him, but instead, it jogged more questions in his mind. He needed to see where her head was before he did anything with her that fell afoul of the mainstream.
They could figure out some mutually beneficial arrangement. He could promise to give her what she needed for as long as she was willing to accept it, and he’d agree that it was for a short time only. Then they could reassess from there.
“I’d like to make a proposal,” he said.
“Uh-oh,” she said softly.
Again, he stopped himself from doingthat stare. “If you’re so inclined while we’re away, we can do some scenes. No strings attached unless otherwise negotiated.”
She didn’t answer, so he stole a glance at her.
She was looking straight ahead, expression neutral. Either she was thinking about it or giving him the old shoulder, but he wasn’t going to push her. He’d show her what he thought about the silence later, after she’d turned on the green light and let him have control.
“No strings,” he repeated.
“I need more information. Not all doms are created equally.”
Smart girl.
“What do you want to know?”
“Do you get off from inflicting pain?”
“To a small degree. I don’t consider myself a sadist, though I do enjoy seeing my partner endure short periods of discomfort to please me. Do I need to elaborate further?”
“That’s good enough to start. What are your top fetishes?”
“I don’t think you know me well enough to ask that.”
“I’m just trying to make sure I don’t get hurt.”
