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“So why not give it a chance?”
“You say that like it’s so damn easy.”
“That’s because it is. You want this, and I can give it to you in a safe environment. You’ll have a safe word, I wouldn’t restrain you, and I’ll be able to tell if it gets to be too much for you. I know you, dove, and I’ll know if you’re struggling.” I press a kiss to her temple, my arms tightening around her. Just having her back in my arms is like coming home. Being back with her is all I’ve thought about for the last eight years, even as I walked out the door that morning, I had to stop myself from turning my ass around and crawling back into the bed beside her very naked body.
Wynter tugs her bottom lip between her teeth, gnawing on it as she consider what I’m offering. That mind of hers has always been a problem, she’s always overthinking every single possible outcome of her decisions. It’s why she needs this so fucking badly, and if I’m honest with myself, I need it too.
Over the years, I’ve dabbled in BDSM. In the time before Wynter turned eighteen, when I was in love with my best friends little sister and trying to fight against what I’d known for as long as I’d known her, I found myself at clubs just like the one she mentioned during college. And then after I left, when I needed the world to stop, sometimes dishing out punishment to a sub was the only thing that could do it.
But doing it to Wynter is going to be a whole other story. It’ll be more than just an outlet for all the pent-up tension between us, it’ll be more than missing her and desperately trying to feel anything for someone else. It’s more than all of that.
“You’re thinking too much.” I brush my thumb along her cheekbone as I hold her eyes on mine. “What have you got to lose?” When she starts nibbling at her bottom lip again I gently free the battered pillow of flesh and rub it carefully.
“If I let you do this, I’ll lose everything when you leave again, and I don’t know if I’m strong enough to survive that.” She blinks back the tears pooling in her eyes.
“I’m not going anywhere, Wynter. I don’t know what about those words you’re not grasping, but you need to start accepting it, even if I have to tell you every hour on the hour for the rest of our goddamn lives. I’m never leaving you again. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I spent years fighting my instincts, fighting to leave you to your life to keep you safe. But I’m done with that. I’ll keep you safe from anything that threatens to harm you, and I’ll never let you go. You’re mine, little dove. You have been since the first time our eyes locked, and you will be for the rest of our lives, even if it means locking you up.”
The words sound so natural rolling off my tongue I almost miss how fucked up they sound. But I don’t care. I couldn’t give a shit about the fact I sound like a raving psycho, or that at some point I’m going to have to admit to stalking her for the last eight years and she’ll almost definitely try to run again. All I care about is giving my woman exactly what she needs, and when she gives me a small nod and squeezes her eyes shut, I breathe a sigh of relief that she’s going to let me.
23
Wynter
Even as I nod, I know I’m fucking insane. That’s the only explanation for agreeing to allow the man who broke me to punish me, despite my very logical fear of being punished since a crazy man belted me within an inch of my life.
And yet, I can’t bring myself to change my mind, because he’s right. I do need this. I need to feel in control of something, even if it’s handing that control over to someone else for a little while.
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to,” I whisper, not trusting my voice not to break under the pressure weighing over my entire body.
Everett smiles, his fingers moving down my face until he has my cheek cupped in his huge hand. “That’s okay, dove. We’re just going to see how we go. There’s no pressure, you won’t be in trouble if this isn’t something you can handle. I can always find other fun ways to punish you when you break the rules.” He winks.
“You don’t think it’s weird that I like this?” I ask quietly. I expected him to leave the minute I started talking about BDSM clubs and enjoying impact play, but if anything he seemed to perk up at the knowledge that I even knew what a whip was used for in the bedroom sense.
He chuckles as his hand moves down slightly until it rests at my throat, applying the slightest amount of pressure. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, dove. Ilovethat you’re into this stuff, because there’s nothing I want more than for you to submit for me.”
My mouth drops open and I stare at him for long moments. Is he serious? I never went any further into the scene than impact play, what makes him think I can deal with everything else that comes with being a submissive?
“I can see that pretty little mind turning over, don’t worry so much.”
“Don’t worry so much?” I snap. “I don’t know the first thing about any of this, except for how to be punished, and even that I don’t know if I can do anymore. Please enlighten me on how I’m not meant to worry.”
He smiles and his eyes tell me all I need to know even before the words leave his mouth. “The whole point of this kind of dynamic, little dove, is to allow you to relinquish all your worries to me. Let’s just try and see how we go. If you don’t like it, or if you’re scared, we’ll stop and we don’t ever have to bring it up again.”
“But it’s what you want,” I point out.
“No, Wynter. You are what I want. Does the idea of dominating you turn me on? Hell fucking yes it does. But do Ineedit? No. All I need is you. If it meant I got to be with you every day for the rest of my life, I would burn the fucking world to the ground.”
I squeeze my eyes shut to tamp down the rush of emotions that hit me all at once. Emotions I never thought I would feel again, ones I don’t even know how to begin processing.
“We don’t have to start this today. We can wait until the dust has settled and all the doubts you have about how serious I am are gone. But if this is something you need, then I am more than happy to give it to you.”
If it weren’t for his rock-hard cock pressing against my ass, his eyes would tell me exactly how turned on he is. The arousal clear as he stares down at me with an intensity I almost shy away from, the heat burning into me with the most delicious fervor.
I take deep steadying breaths before nodding. “I want to try. But I don’t really know what I’m doing,” I admit.
A devilish smile tugs at his lips and I squeeze my thighs together, he has no right being so fucking attractive. His eyes drop to where I’m trying to easy the ache pooling between my legs. “I’ll teach you everything you need to know, little dove. Starting with this.” His hand snakes down my body and pulls my legs apart. “Your body is mine to pleasure, mine to punish, and mine to torture with your own need. The only relief you will be given is the relief I give you.”
Everett’s fingers trail up the inside of my bare thigh, his touches so gentle I almost wouldn’t feel them if I wasn’t hyperaware of every single move he makes, and every touch he gives me. “I can smell your sweet pussy, little dove. Is it weeping for me?” he asks in a low voice that almost has me clamping my legs together around his hand in the hope it will give me some relief. “Answer me, Wynter.”
