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He stills as he eyes me, his arms tighten. ‘Did Nathan...did you...?’
He doesn’t quite finish and I wish I’d kept my mouth shut. It’s too much, too soon. My cheeks heat all the more as my brash confession burns through me.
‘I should get us some towels.’
He lowers me to the ground, and I hurry to the cupboard beside the panel that controls the pool. I switch the lights off, set the cover to roll back and pull out two towels. He doesn’t move.
I toss one at him, his hand flicks out enough to catch it, but his eyes are fixed on me and I know his brain is working overtime.
‘Did you?’
I take a breath, wrap a towel around me. ‘Nathan liked me to...you know...’
‘Be submissive?’ he grinds out.
‘No.’ My cheeks blush further. ‘He was...he was the submissive one.’
His eyes widen and my laugh shudders out of me, nervous, unsure.
‘Now who’s stereotyping?’ I turn away to pull out another towel and scrunch it through my hair. ‘Men are just as likely to enjoy it as women, you know.’
‘I know that, but... I’m surprised. He didn’t come across...well, he seems to have taken control over so much in your life I can’t...it just doesn’t fit.’
I’m quiet at the accuracy of his deduction. I wonder whether he thought that before he met me, or whether I have given him that impression, this house, what he’s seen.
‘So, when you went to see Electra...?’
‘I wanted to experience it from the other side.’
He swallows, his neck bobbing as his pecs ripple. ‘Did you like it? Dominating him, I mean?’
I shrug. ‘It wasn’t something that came naturally... He dominated our life in all other areas, but in the bedroom he wanted to hand that power over to me.’
‘And you relished it?’
I consider his question. ‘Yes.’ I surprise myself with my certainty and my honesty as I admit it out loud. ‘Ultimately, I did. Over the years it became a way for me to take back control, to find some balance.’
‘And you never wanted to submit to him?’
I meet his eye. ‘No.’
He stares at me, the moonlight highlighting the pulse working in his jaw. He wraps the towel around his waist, tucks it in and comes towards me. ‘But you want to play the submissive now?’
I straighten my shoulders against the little shiver that runs through me. A shiver that has nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with the way he looks at me, the way his gravelly voice works through me.
‘Yes.’
I don’t even have the brain power to analyse what it means, only that I want this. With him.
He reaches out, lifts my chin with his finger as he runs his thumb over my lower lip. I’m not even aware of the hair towel slipping from my fingers until it falls over my feet.
‘Do you want to submit to me?’
Oh, God, yes.
I try to speak and my voice fails, my eyes lost in the heat of his.
‘Do you want me to take control?’
