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“Like you said before—new Dom, new safeword, new me.” She raised her gaze to his and smiled. “It’s perfect, Sir.”
Realizing he was just standing there, gaping at her like an idiot, he forced out a stilted, “Well then. Now that’s settled.” He needed to get this scene back on track, and fast. Taking hold of her, he yanked her down over his lap as he sat on the sofa, smiling at her surprised laugh. “Time to start your reeducation. I’m going to ask you some questions. I need to understand you better so I can make sure I give you what you need. They’re not going to be easy questions, but if you’re a good girl and answer well”—he cupped her pussy over her skimpy thong—“I’ll give you a reward.”
She squirmed under his hand and let out a long, harsh breath. Not surprising if she’d been celibate for as long as Freya suspected.
When he pulled his hand away, her groan of frustration made his cock ache. This was going to be fun.
“What happens if I don’t?” she asked, and he had a feeling anticipation laced her voice now, not fear.
Rafe brought his hand down across the very center of her perfectly round bottom, hard enough to genuinely hurt. “If you’re a bad girl and don’t answer honestly, I’ll punish you.”
Her breath hitched, and her ass and thighs clenched together so tight, it was a wonder she didn’t get a cramp. So Freya was right; she sent him a pain slut.
He made a mental note to send the woman some flowers.
“Which, I suspect, you’ll also like,” he said, letting some of his amusement slip into his voice. “So how about this. You don’t have to answer any questions you don’t want to. But if you don’t answer enough of them, you don’t get to come. I’ll be the only one getting any pleasure tonight, and we can try something else tomorrow.”
A half groan, half moan escaped her as she buried her face in the sofa cushion. He could tell the idea of being edged all night was as scintillating as it was horrifying. Goddamn, he wanted to fuck her, and he wanted to do itright the fucknow. “I’ll be a good girl, Sir. I swear.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” He gave her ass a harsh squeeze before lifting his hand away. “Let’s start with an easy one. When did you figure out you’re submissive?”
She hesitated for only a moment before she spoke. “My sophomore year of college.”
“What happened?”
“I walked in on my roommate and her boyfriend fucking. He’d handcuffed her to the headboard.” Her voice deepened with lust when she added, “I started fantasizing about him doing the same thing to me. It was pretty obvious the handcuffing part did it for me, because I thought he was a total douche.”
Rafe slid his hand back to her pussy, letting a single finger slip inside. He pumped it in and out of her slowly, taking his time to gather her slick moisture on his finger. “Was your first experience with the roommate’s douche boyfriend or someone else?”
Instead of answering, she clenched her pussy around his finger, as if trying to draw him in deeper. When he removed it entirely rather than give her what she wanted, she groaned and started talking. “Definitely not him. I hated his guts. It was a different guy I met at a party. He wasn’t into it at all, but he agreed to spank me and tie me up while he fucked me if I sucked him off first. I was probably gonna do that anyway, so it seemed like a fair enough trade.”
Rafe frowned down at the woman draped over his thighs. That wasn’t exactly an auspicious beginning to her kink journey. And he already knew the story didn’t get better from there.
But she answered his question honestly, and that deserved another reward. Brushing his finger softly over her clit, he used her moisture to pleasure her. Her fingers dug into the sofa cushion as he continued giving her the lightest of touches—only enough to make her ache for more.
When he pulled away, she let out a frustrated huff of air but didn’t complain. “Good girl. So what came next? More trades with vanilla frat boys? Or did you find someone better suited to your needs?”
“Definitely no more vanilla guys,” she said, a hard finality in her voice. “He wouldn’t spank me even close to hard enough. And I didn’t come when he fucked me. I don’t think it occurred to him to care or even try. Total waste of time.”
Something that felt very much like pride swelled inside his chest. Why he should feel pride for this girl he just met, over a decision she’d made almost twenty years ago, was quite beyond him. But he couldn’t think of another word to describe the feeling.
“For a while, all I did was read kinky books. I learned as much about it all as I could, memorized the lingo.” She shot him a saucy little wink over her shoulder. “Had about a billion orgasms. You know how it is.”
He gave her a few mild spanks for her sass and tried not to think too deeply about her masturbating for weeks on end to a string of dirty novels. Admittedly, he wasn’t particularly successful.
“I met a guy named Brian online a few months later. He was older—early thirties when we got together. Great job, nice condo in L.A., expensive car. I liked that he had his shit together. He knew exactly what he was doing. He promised to teach me how to be the perfect submissive. He’s the one I was with when I picked sparrow as a safeword.”
The frown was right back on Rafe’s face. Age gaps were common enough in kinkyandvanilla couples, but he’d never approved of grown-ass adults getting into relationships with teenagers, legal or not. The Manor didn’t even allow anyone under twenty-one to apply, thank God. And to keep to his own personal code, he never chose guests under twenty-five. The idea of being with someone whose brain wasn’t even done developing repulsed him.
“And how long were you with Brian the stockbroker?” he asked.
She laughed. It was a soft, beautiful sound, and he wanted to hear it again. “Good guess, but he actually did something else in finance. I don’t even remember what it was. He never really got into the details, and to be honest, I never cared.” She shrugged, her shoulder blades shifting under her golden skin. Rafe found himself tracing the protruding bones with a fingertip. “We were together a little over five years.”
Not exactly surprising. Once Brian got his claws in her, he wouldn’t have wanted to let her go. Nell would have been easy to manipulate and groom at that age.
Applying a little more pressure to her clit, Rafe kept rubbing in what he knew were excruciatingly slow circles. She pressed back against his hand, searching for more, but he refused to give it to her. She’d have to earn it first.
“What was your relationship like?” Rafe asked, moving his hand down to rest on her thigh, covering the patchwork of scars there.
