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“I’ll take you.” Thankfully, I had taken the SUV after Jaron asked me to drop off a load of supplies to the center. I hadn’t made it to the center yet and would do that after driving Ainsley home and making sure she was safe.
She shook her head.
When she went to pull away, I tugged on her hand. “I’m just going to drive you home and make sure you get inside safely. I won’t come in. But I also won’t leave until I know that you’re inside and your door is locked.” My tone held no room for argument. I was a patient man and, for her, I would learn to become even more patient, but when a frantic woman ended up in my arms because someone was following her, I made sure to do everything I could to see that she was safe. Whether I was attracted to her or not.
Her eyes darkened. Something was hiding deep inside her. I knew because I felt the same thing.
I learned rather quickly that she was naturally submissive. Whenever I made a demand, no matter how big or small it was, her pupils would dilate, and her breath would catch. I wasn’t sure if she noticed but I did. It had been something I trained in. While I didn’t practice the lifestyle day in and day out at the moment, I had been looking for a submissive for a while. A good girl. A pet. When I first used the term of endearment on Ainsley, it just felt natural. The pet name had fallen from my lips like I had been calling her that for years, even though I only knew her for a short time.
With her hand in mine, we walked to the large black SUV I owned with my brother. Even though I was the only one who drove it, Sammy’s name was still on the registration. I often wondered why he never got his own car, besides the bike he owned, but never questioned him on it.
When we reached the passenger door, I opened it for Ainsley.
She was looking anywhere but at me.
Wanting to test something, I gave her hand a tug. “Eyes, pet.”
Her gaze shot to mine, her cheeks turning pink.
Blood rushed through me. I found her. Fuck me, I found her. Was this how it was in the beginning with all of the couples I knew? Did they feel this intense attraction for their partner right away or did it happen over time?
“Interesting,” was all I said because hell, what else was there to say? If I actually voiced the thoughts running rampant in my head, they would scare her off before I even had a chance to ask her out.
She tilted her head, a frown settling between her brows.
I chuckled, reaching out to brush my thumb along the edge of her jaw. “Don’t worry about it, Ainsley. You’ll understand. In time.”
Stepping away from her, I went around the SUV to the driver’s side. I needed to put some distance between us before I continued touching her. I wanted to unleash the passionate vixen inside of her but that would have to wait. Making a mental note, I vowed to earn her trust first.
No matter how long it took.
Ainsley
“You can’t trust people.”
Yeah, no shit. I often wondered how a lot of these therapists got their degree whenever they pointed out the most obvious thing. It was like they thought I didn’t know that I couldn’t trust people and was just figuring it out for the very first time.
I shook my head anyway.
“Use your words, Ainsley.”
My eyes shot to his. A man. Not that I had sworn off men completely but coming from what I had, you would think I would have been set up with a female therapist at the hospital, but life was cruel and that wasn’t the case in this situation.
Crossing my arms under my chest, I stared at him. He was older, maybe mid-forties, with gray sprouting from the dark hair on his head. The longer I stared, the more I realized that this wasn’t working for me.
“When was the last time you said something?” he asked, writing in his notebook.
I didn’t answer because what was the point? He would demand that I actually speak.
Trauma was not an excuse to become silent. His words.
I remembered back to that session. It didn’t last long, and I left shortly after, never to see him again. I couldn’t even remember his name. He didn’t deserve that much.
It was late one evening during the week. I sat on the couch with a glass of white wine, reading a classic novel, and listening to music. The heavy bass and the growl of the singer slid into my ears, easing the constant anxiety resting on my shoulders. Every time he screamed, I felt almost at peace.
“How the hell does a quiet girl like you listen to this kind of music?” Ashton Donovan shook his head. “I’ll never understand it.”
“Don’t listen to him,” his twin brother, Aiden, said. “You listen to whatever you want.”
