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When at last she answered him, she sounded on edge—even a little afraid. “I don’t know how to ask for what I want.”
Frowning down at her, he said, “You have to know by now I won’t judge you.”
Her gaze skittered away. “You might judge me for this,” she muttered under her breath.
Taking firm hold of her chin, he held her in place until she looked at him again. “I read your application. I’ve seen your limit list. Nothing you say will surprise me.” When she still didn’t answer, he used the cold, commanding voice that always had such an immediate effect. “Now, Nell. Don’t keep me waiting any longer.”
“Butterfly.” It came out as a terrified whisper.
Rafe let go of her chin as if it had burned him. Christ, she was still on top of him, his cock buried deep inside her. He had no fucking clue what he should to do. Lift her off him? Sit back and stay still until she disengaged and moved away?
“I’m sorry,” she said, scurrying away, his softening cock slipping out of her as she went. She curled up into a ball in one of the armchairs, her knees tucked up under her chin. “I shouldn’t have said it. It’s just a question. Fuck, fuck,fuck, I’m so fucking stupid. It’s not like you’re hurting me. I can’t believe I’m so—”
“Nell, what did I say about apologizing?” Rafe interrupted, wanting to stop her before she worked herself up even more. While he waited for an answer, he sat up and got his jeans back in order.
She took half a dozen long, slow breaths before finally meeting his eyes again. “Not to apologize unless you told me to.”
“Good girl,” he said, leaning forward, his forearms resting on his thighs. “Did I ask you to apologize for using your safeword?”
She shook her head. “No, Sir.”
“That’s because you’re allowed to use it for whatever reason you want.” He did his best to sound patient and understanding, when in reality, he was burning to know what fantasy upset her so much. “There’s only one rule when it comes to safewords. If you want what we’re doing to stop, say it. I’m never going to get mad, no matter what we’re doing.”
She watched him for several long seconds, as if she expected him to change his mind. When all he did was look back at her with a mild expression, she whispered, “Do you promise?”
The fear and uncertainty in her voice made his chest ache. “I promise.”
After another few beats, she unfurled her arms and legs, sitting up straight. “So I don’t have to tell you that fantasy? I can tell you a different one?”
“You can tell me whatever fantasy you want.”
She considered that for several seconds, the ideas flashing bright in her eyes. When she spoke, she still sounded uncertain. “Would you sell me into sexual slavery?”
It took every bit of self-control he possessed to keep the shock off his face. Doing all he could to keep the surprise from altering his voice, as well, he said, “Give me more info.”
He must’ve done a piss-poor job, because she winced. “See? I knew you’d judge me. And that’s not even the bad one.”
Rafe had no clue what to do with that statement. “I’m not judging,” he assured her. “I’m just a little...surprised. After everything you’ve been through—”
“I don’t want anything like what I had with Micah.” There was so much fire in her voice, he couldn’t bring himself to scold her for interrupting. “This is just a fantasy. A scene. I’ve read so many books and stories about girls being auctioned off. In contemporary books, like at high-end sex clubs or secret sex societies. Or in historical romance, like a slave market in Ancient Greece or whatever. Hell, it’s even in alien smut. And I know it’s fucked up, but even after Micah, I still think about it when I make myself come. If that makes me stupid, so be it.” She glared at him by the time she finished.
Rafe’s expression softened all on its own. “It’s not fucked up, Nell. And you’re not stupid. Not even a little bit.”
Tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes, and he hated himself for making her feel like this.
“Listen to me.” Moving to stand in front of her, he wiped the tears away with his thumbs. “You’re not even close to the first sub within these walls to have that fantasy, and I assure you that you won’t be the last. You have nothing to be ashamed of.” A lightbulb went off over his head then, and he asked, “When did you start having this fantasy?”
“I don’t know,” she said with a forlorn, one-shouldered shrug. “When I was nineteen or twenty, maybe? I was definitely dating Brian at the time.”
“Then that makes all the sense in the world. You had a fantasy you tried to make into reality with Micah. But he twisted it all out of shape until it was nothing like what you dreamed of.” He ran his fingers through her hair, and she closed her eyes with a soft sigh. “Of course you still have the fantasy. It’s never been fulfilled.”
Her hands fluttered like she wanted to reach up and touch him, but fell back to her sides. “Do you really mean that?” she whispered.
“I do. I swear on my honor, as a card-carrying member of the Dominance, Intercourse, Control, and Kink Society, everything I just said is true.”
She reared back, mirth dancing in her eyes. “The Dominance, Intercourse, Control, and Kink Society?” Laughing, she added, “The D.I.C.K.S.? Seriously?”
“I must admit, I made that up.” Jesus, he was smiling again. He was going to get a lot more fucking wrinkles at this rate. “But it should exist, don’t you think? And then you can join the American Society of Submissives, or A.S.S. for short.”
