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“How did he make that happen?”
“One of those clit-sucking vibrators. After we had sex, he’d pull it out.”
“He’d tie you up and play with you?”
“No bondage, just the vibrator.”
Ilias reached out and hooked his hand around her knees, then turned Josslyn so she was sideways on his lap. Now he could see her face.
“Those times you did ask for what you needed,” he said, “did you check in with him? Ask if he was into it?”
“Yes, of course. Doms are allowed to have hard limits, too.”
“I’m not disputing that fact.”
Josslyn licked her lips, staring down at her hands, which were clutching her thighs.
“You’ve been a member for several years?”
“Just under two years,” she confirmed.
“And when did your husband pass away?”
“Almost four years ago.”
He did some quick mental math. She’d met her husband when they were both young—early twenties. Young enough that the fumbling could be excused.
“Since you’ve been at Las Palmas, have you enjoyed the scenes you’ve participated in?”
Now she nodded enthusiastically and looked up. “I have. And despite this—” she gestured to herself as she sat on his lap “—I swear I’m emotionally well adjusted. I did a year and a half of grief therapy.”
“I’m glad, for your sake. But, Josslyn?”
“Yes, Sir?”
“You’ve been topping from the bottom, and that stops now.”
Chapter 3
“I don’t—” Josslyn stopped herself, course corrected. “I don’t mean to top from the bottom.”
“I know you don’t,” Ilias said with calm, cool patience. “I think you’ve been trying to submit, but two factors have prevented you from fully engaging in the power exchange.”
He had a precise, almost clinical way of speaking about BDSM that was both slightly alarming and quietly thrilling. She hadn’t really ever heard anyone talk about the power exchange as if it were a noun rather than a verb.
“Two factors, Sir?”
“First, you’ve been focused on making sure that your desires don’t conflict with your partner’s. Essentially that your needs aren’t an imposition.”
Again, his words felt clinical, but that was at odds with the way he sat on the floor with her on his lap. Josslyn looked down at her hands, and her bare legs.
“I still think that your limits and needs matter,” she said softly. “But I also think that, know that, I probably won’t use a safeword with you because I wouldn’t want you to feel like you’ve failed.”
To her surprise, he chuckled. She looked up, examining his expression. There were laugh lines at the corners of his eyes that softened Master Ben, and she was glad for it. He looked severe—dark hair, precisely combed. Dark straight brows, and below that, dark eyes that seemed both distant and piercing. He had a lovely mouth with a bitable full lower lip, but that didn’t soften him.
He radiated a sort of intensity that was a little intimidating. Even if they weren’t at a BDSM club, she doubted she’d want to hold his gaze for more than a moment. When he looked at her, she felt it, like a physical pressure.
What would it be like when he dominated her?
