Chapter Forty-Two
“Seriously? She flashed you in the parking lot?”
“She did.” I nod.
“And since you’re a guy…”
“I was younger then,” I say, as if that’s a good excuse. “Hey, you wanted to know all this.”
She sighs. “You’re right. Go on.”
…
Mother fuck.
She wore a leather bra with holes for her nipples. And those nipples were clamped. Already clamped. Fucking god damn.
She’d replaced the pink jewel in her navel with an onyx barbell, and the only thing covering the rest of her was a black leather thong.
She pulled a black riding crop out of her pocket.
“You’ll never use that on me,” I said.
“I know.” She inched closer to me. “You’re going to use it on me.”
I was tired. So tired. And horny.
I didn’t know this woman. Hell, she was barely a woman.
But she was legal, and that was all that mattered.
“I need a shower,” I said, more to myself than to her.
“Fine. Take one.” She closed the distance between us, her clamped nipples nearly touching my chest. “And it doesn’t have to be cold.”
I was done fighting her. She wanted this? Fine. I’d give it to her. But on my terms.
“Let’s get one thing straight,” I said, meeting her horny gaze. “If I let you in, if we do this, we do it my way, got it?”
“Absolutely. I know what you like.”
“How the hell would you know?”
“I’ve done my research, Mr. Black. Lots of research.”
“What the hell kind of research would tell you what I like?”
“Trade secret.” She smiled coyly. “But you like what I’m wearing, don’t you?”
I couldn’t deny it. She was a Dominant’s wet dream. But I wasn’t a Dominant. Not really. I liked bondage especially, and I wasn’t averse to spanking and flogging, but to have total domination over someone? That wasn’t me. I couldn’t imagine it.
…
“You couldn’t?” Skye asks.
“I’ve told you before,” I say. “We were both young and inexperienced. Neither of us knew what we were doing.”
“But—”
I place a finger over her lips. “Shh. We’ll get there.”
…
I had no idea how Addie knew my tastes, but somehow she did. “I need your consent,” I said.
“You have it.”
“And I’m going to give you a safe word.”
“Whatever you want.”
I opened the door and allowed her to enter my apartment. “Your safe word is black.”
“Your name?”
“My last name, yeah.”
“What if I call out your name in passion?”
“Then you’ll call out my first name.”
“No. I want to call out Mr. Black.”
This was getting creepy now. “Do you have some kind of daddy fetish or something?”
“Don’t be silly. You’re way too young to be my daddy.”
“I am, but I’m not into that. You will not call me Mr. Black. Understand?”
She smiled again. “Of course. Whatever you want, sir.”
Sir. Hmm. I could live with that. “Good. Call me sir. And your safe word is black.”
…
“You never asked me to call you sir,” Skye says. “And you’ve never given me a safe word.”
“For God’s sake, Skye, would you just let me finish? You’ve been pestering me for weeks to tell you all this. I’m not the same man I was then. Are you the same as you were eleven years ago?”
“Well, eleven years ago I was thirteen, so I’m going to say no.”
My lips quirk. “I ought to bring you over my knee and give that cute ass of yours the spanking from hell.”
“Okay,” she says coyly.
“Sorry, babe. This is your one chance to hear this story. So choose. The spanking or this.”
She cocks her head at me.
Yes, there go the cogs in her brain. She’s thinking that if she chooses the spanking, she won’t get the story. If she chooses the story, I will probably spank her later anyway.
But I won’t.
No spanking later.
That’s her punishment for even thinking about this when I’m opening up to her.
“Continue,” she says. “I need to know, and I think maybe you need to tell me.”
Do I need to tell her?
I’ve never thought about it in those terms.
I do know that I don’t want to tell her. I never wanted to tell anyone this story.
But Skye isn’t anyone.