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She nudged his knee with hers. "What do you do, besides this? Run the store, make BDSM furniture? Train subs and do whip demonstrations. Watch movies with me." Her nose crinkled. "Come to think of it, that's a pretty full schedule, if you add in eating and sleeping."
"It is. But I find time for things. My house is on the outskirts of Matthews. It was a small farm at one time, about thirty acres with a pond, but now I just maintain the property. I have a bigger furniture workshop in the barn. Most of what I have at this location are showroom pieces, though I always keep a couple in process for when I prefer to work here."
"Why'd we watch the movie at my place, instead of there?"
The corner of his mouth tugged up. "I figured you'd be more comfortable in your own surroundings until we got to know each other better. My place is fairly isolated."
She smiled. "Plus, as a bachelor, you'd have to clean the place up with a shovel if I was coming over."
He looked pained. "That makes me sound like a typically lazy male, averse to domestic chores. Which, while wildly true, is stereotyping."
She chuckled. "What do you do out there?"
"Float around in a boat on the pond, read. Bushhog about twice a year. Mow the lawn right around the house. Do basic maintenance when needed. Watch cable. I have a berm I've created so I can practice my shooting, stay up with that. Chase deer away from the bird feeders."
"You shoot at the deer?"
"No. I shoot at the berm. I chase the deer."
She laughed outright as he made motions with his fingers like running. "You have bird feeders?"
"Of course. I like watching them. And the squirrels. It's a very manly pursuit. I have a shirt from the Humane Society that says Real Men Love Animals, so there's your proof. Besides, animals are the ultimate example of purely dominant/submissive relationships. I learn a lot, watching them."
It sounded like a nice existence, a complex man with simple tastes. And she realized she'd asked him more about himself, outside of being a Dom, something she'd been reluctant to do in the past. More progress. As she was mulling that over, he nudged her. "So, Ms. Librarian, what do you want to do to Troy? I talked to Shale on the way back, and she's game. No sex."
"Of course." Madison started. "I hadn't even considered it."
"Good." His obvious emphasis made her glance up at him through her lashes. He gave her a disparaging look. "Don't look smug. We'll have the session in my back room, since I have all the tools and equipment you'll need. If that suits you."
"Yes. Hmm." She noticed Logan was waiting her out, not guiding her as he usually seemed to do. Maybe he was patiently respecting her need to gather her thoughts. Waiting for her to voice what she needed. She'd said she wanted to try the other side of things, and that meant taking charge.
"I'd like to restrain him. Something simple, since I don't really have any rope tying skills. I may also want to use a blindfold, so I can touch him without him looking at me. Is it about what I want, or about what he wants? Do I need to talk to him first about limits, safe words?"
"Usually, yes, but I know him so well, he'll rely on me to keep you guided so you don't have to get bogged down in all that. His safe word is goddess."
Amusement surged through her. "How clever of him. To gasp out an appeal to a goddess when he needs relief."
"Yeah. One of many reasons Shale's as besotted with him as he is with her. They're both young."
"Versus you." She swept her gaze over his powerful torso. "Positively doddering and feeble."
"Keep it up. You still have that pain session coming."
"Unless I choose not to do it."
"Yep," he said, unruffled. She eyed him.
"You don't seem worried."
"It's not that." His gaze became more serious. "It is your choice, Madison. Always. But yes, I think you want the session, so no, I'm not too worried about you backing out. Though you may get some stage fright right before. That's normal. And I reserve the right to use all methods at my disposal to bully or seduce you onto the stage."
"Not coax, plead or beg?"
"I'm not the begging type."
No, he certainly wasn't. She settled back against his arm, still wanting to rile him a little. "So how about using a strap-on with Troy? Does that count as sex?"
"It's a gray area." She bit back a smile at the clipped tone. "I can ask Shale."
