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“Oh.” Dismayed, Les watched them go. “Did I say something wrong? I wasn’t trying to pressure you into anything. Did I break some kind of rule?”
“No. And you’re not pressuring me. The decision is mine. Dirk’s not upset. He’s just giving us room to discuss it. He doesn’t know if what’s between us is full-on Dom and sub, or just exploring the fringes.” Brick turned her toward him so he could caress her upper arms. “No matter how much we’re exploring the reality of what’s between us tonight, it’s still up in the air. Which is why I want to keep my focus on you.”
She wasn’t sure how in the air it was, but as he’d made clear only a little while ago, he was never going to be Bart, using guilt or other wrong kinds of pressure to shove her toward something she wasn’t sure she was ready for. What she needed and wanted meant more to him than his immediate desires.
Another first for her, when it came to relationships. But with her deep service cravings, what he wanted and needed mattered to her, too. “I respect that. But what you were talking about, the spanking…with fire?” When his smile deepened, she knew she was flushing. “I will hit you.”
He held up both hands. “I like watching you struggle with it. The shyness turns me on, even as I want to gather you up like a kitten. Mick’s not far off on that.”
“Remind me to be really offended later, but right now…” She worked through the words. “As I said earlier, I know I’m interested in having you do fireplay stuff on me. To see what it felt like.”
“But not tonight.” He wasn’t asking a question. He was telling her he wouldn’t go there with her. At least not here. She agreed with that. It was too new, too personal between them. But given the almost limitless well of arousal she was experiencing, she thought she could do it in a private venue much sooner.
“I wouldn’t mind seeing you do it with someone like Lisa, to get a sense of what it would be like if you were doing it with me.”
“Why Lisa? Because she’s with someone?”
Exactly. Though Brick had adequately reassured her, she already knew she wouldn’t feel the same if it was Tish.
He drew her to a corner. “Before I decide on that, I need to be sure you understand what you’re asking. When I’m doing this, my attention has to be a hundred percent focused on the bottom. The scene won’t seem incredibly intimate. It will be.”
Her gaze snapped up to him. She’d interpreted his earlier description of fireplay scenes with those who weren’t “his submissive” as the illusion of intimacy. But his words told her she’d misunderstood.
“Lisa isn’t my girlfriend or my lover, but she’ll put her wellbeing into my hands, trusting I’ll take that more seriously than anything else during the scene, beginning to end. To get the full benefit of it, she’ll also want to experience it as a sub under the control of a Dom, and all the nuances of what that means to her.
“I can put that a hundred different ways, but until I hear it from you, I don’t know that you’re understanding me. So tell me what I’m saying. Give it back to me, how you’re hearing it, as a submissive yourself.”
She took a breath. “You have to make everything about keeping her safe and giving her the experience she’s hoping to have. Which means you have to be in her head, maybe even her heart and soul.”
That was how it felt when he took Les over. So she said what she dearly hoped was the difference. “But that doesn’t mean she has your heart and soul. You came with me, and that’s who you want to be here with, and who you want to go home with.”
Without his hands on her, she wasn’t sure she would have found those words inside her. She might have called it wishful thinking on her part. But when she saw the easing of tension in his expression, she knew she’d reached into him, and offered truth. And herself relief.
“Good girl.” His gaze slid over her. “I’m glad you realize that. Because you look gorgeous in that dress, but all I can think about is how your nipples look in those bra cups that don’t hide anything, and how wet you’re making those panties. You’re going to look so cute and fucking sexy when I tell you to drop them, bend over and hold your ankles. Right before I lift that skirt and see what’s mine to fuck.”
His gaze returned to her face. “So if I do this, I damn well expect appreciation for the effort it’s going to take me to focus on this the way I should. It goes to the top of the list, doc. You’ll pay a steep ticket price for this show.”
A handful of hookups, plus her and Bart’s completely adolescent explorations, couldn’t compare to the level of sexual response he drew out of her, with nothing but words. They rocked her into a state of mindless desire. She wanted to follow him down any road he took her. She’d not only accept any punishment for that, but the punishment would be part of the road she wanted to travel with him.
That truth brought a surge of adrenaline, and the desire to play, too. So she swept her gaze down like Lisa had, giving him the same demure look.
He snorted, caught her throat and brought her up onto her toes, capturing her gasp in a rough kiss before he let her drop back to her feet. “Little tease. You want a taste of what it would be like to be treated like my sub, at a party like this?”
“Yes.” God, yes.
“Then I’m going to require your help. You’re going to get Lisa’s hair ready for me. The French braiding I prefer.”
Unexpected relief flooded her, and he noted it. “Yeah, I told you that act sets the mood and connects me to the woman I’m with. Though I’ll connect to her the way I said, I want to keep it clear in your head you’re who I’m with tonight.”
He pointed to where Dirk and Lisa were watching the fire cupping. “Tell Dirk I’m having Mick clear the inner courtyard. Give me about ten minutes to get that going, then you, he and Lisa can join me. Tell him once you get there I want you to prepare Lisa’s hair. Ask his permission to do that.”
“Not hers?”
“No. When Dirk and Lisa are here as Master and sub, consent is a dialogue between him and her alone.” The softer light in Brick’s eyes made Les suddenly more nervous, in good ways.
“She’s his universe, his woman, the mother of his three children. That’s why it’s called a power exchange relationship. It’s different for everyone, but that’s what works for them. Some things evolve organically once the foundation stones are set. Others you have to take a beat and talk it out.”
Just like any relationship. No matter the trappings. Whether just the man and woman alone, or among a world populated by fire, vibrators, rope and restraints, caning or wax play.
