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them out like candy or something.”
“They pick us,” Zak said. “That’s how it works.”
“Excuse me?”
“The women decide not the men,” he added. “That’s the whole point. Surely, you’ve realized by now? In sex, the woman always has the control. Doesn’t matter if she’s chained up, if she’s tied on her knees in front of her lover, she is always the one who holds the man in the palm of her hand. Always.”
Freya’s stomach flipped. She’d never really thought of sex in those terms before, but now that Zak had said it, they prodded something inside of her, made her consider things she’d never really thought about before. Oh, she knew that the woman often did have the power in a sexual relationship, but could it be that way even when she was submissive?
Freya didn’t have the right kind of experience to answer that question. Her relationships had always been normal, even tedious, especially where sex was concerned. She’d enjoyed it, but never found it earth shattering. In truth, she’d often had more fun pleasuring herself. And the idea of being tied up, or put on her knees in front of a man made her shiver. She’d never thought herself the type to find that arousing, but when she’d undertaken her research, it would be a lie to say something inside of her hadn’t stirred.
And yet…She looked up through her lashes at Zak. He was sprawled back in his chair, that same intensity she’d felt last Thursday buzzing around him, almost buzzing around her.
“I don’t want to talk about this,” she said, and even she could hear the edge of desperation in her voice.
“Don’t be a prude.”
“I’m not…I’m…” Freya paused. How could she tell Zak that it felt weird? That her stomach was clenching, her clit aching? That she was imagining him making his way around the table and…taking her into his arms and…
She shuddered, trying desperately to banish that thought far, far away. And because of it, because Zak was making her feel things she did not want to feel, the fact he was confusing her, she couldn’t help but be defensive. “Truth is I expected better from you, Zak,” she snapped. “I mean, why do you even need to go to a place like that? You could get any woman you wanted.”
He shook his head slowly. “Any woman I wanted?”
“Yes,” she replied, a montage of all Zak’s girlfriends over the years flashing through her mind. “You’re rich, successful. They line up for you. They always did. Remember Lucy Donalds? You were going to take her to prom. Every guy wanted to, and you could have.”
He smirked. “You gave me a hive rash. She recoiled in horror when she saw me.”
“So you dumped her.”
“And took you instead.”
“I remember,” Freya whispered, the framed picture of them side by side coming to mind. He’d kept it all these years. She had a similar one herself in her bedroom and yet—because of the Smex letter—she hadn’t had time to think about what it meant that Zak had chosen that picture to frame out of all the ones they had taken over the years.
Had it meant as much to him as it had to her? Had he realized how relieved she had been when—after cursing her for the lavender—had asked her to accompany him instead. She’d had other offers, but had said no to every one of them, though she never really knew why. Until Zak had stepped in Freya had faced a prom all alone. She lowered her gaze as memories from that night filled her. He’d been her Zak then. The man she had moved to Massachusetts to be close to. The man who had always made her feel safe and cared for. How could it have changed so suddenly? How could she now be seeing him in a completely different light? Be lusting after him?
“That’s where you’re wrong,” she heard Zak say, and there was something in his voice that jarred—didn’t quite fit. “I can’t get any woman I want. I never have been able to.”
“Zak, I don’t understand—”
He stood up, knocking his
“They pick us,” Zak said. “That’s how it works.”
“Excuse me?”
“The women decide not the men,” he added. “That’s the whole point. Surely, you’ve realized by now? In sex, the woman always has the control. Doesn’t matter if she’s chained up, if she’s tied on her knees in front of her lover, she is always the one who holds the man in the palm of her hand. Always.”
Freya’s stomach flipped. She’d never really thought of sex in those terms before, but now that Zak had said it, they prodded something inside of her, made her consider things she’d never really thought about before. Oh, she knew that the woman often did have the power in a sexual relationship, but could it be that way even when she was submissive?
Freya didn’t have the right kind of experience to answer that question. Her relationships had always been normal, even tedious, especially where sex was concerned. She’d enjoyed it, but never found it earth shattering. In truth, she’d often had more fun pleasuring herself. And the idea of being tied up, or put on her knees in front of a man made her shiver. She’d never thought herself the type to find that arousing, but when she’d undertaken her research, it would be a lie to say something inside of her hadn’t stirred.
And yet…She looked up through her lashes at Zak. He was sprawled back in his chair, that same intensity she’d felt last Thursday buzzing around him, almost buzzing around her.
“I don’t want to talk about this,” she said, and even she could hear the edge of desperation in her voice.
“Don’t be a prude.”
“I’m not…I’m…” Freya paused. How could she tell Zak that it felt weird? That her stomach was clenching, her clit aching? That she was imagining him making his way around the table and…taking her into his arms and…
She shuddered, trying desperately to banish that thought far, far away. And because of it, because Zak was making her feel things she did not want to feel, the fact he was confusing her, she couldn’t help but be defensive. “Truth is I expected better from you, Zak,” she snapped. “I mean, why do you even need to go to a place like that? You could get any woman you wanted.”
He shook his head slowly. “Any woman I wanted?”
“Yes,” she replied, a montage of all Zak’s girlfriends over the years flashing through her mind. “You’re rich, successful. They line up for you. They always did. Remember Lucy Donalds? You were going to take her to prom. Every guy wanted to, and you could have.”
He smirked. “You gave me a hive rash. She recoiled in horror when she saw me.”
“So you dumped her.”
“And took you instead.”
“I remember,” Freya whispered, the framed picture of them side by side coming to mind. He’d kept it all these years. She had a similar one herself in her bedroom and yet—because of the Smex letter—she hadn’t had time to think about what it meant that Zak had chosen that picture to frame out of all the ones they had taken over the years.
Had it meant as much to him as it had to her? Had he realized how relieved she had been when—after cursing her for the lavender—had asked her to accompany him instead. She’d had other offers, but had said no to every one of them, though she never really knew why. Until Zak had stepped in Freya had faced a prom all alone. She lowered her gaze as memories from that night filled her. He’d been her Zak then. The man she had moved to Massachusetts to be close to. The man who had always made her feel safe and cared for. How could it have changed so suddenly? How could she now be seeing him in a completely different light? Be lusting after him?
“That’s where you’re wrong,” she heard Zak say, and there was something in his voice that jarred—didn’t quite fit. “I can’t get any woman I want. I never have been able to.”
“Zak, I don’t understand—”
He stood up, knocking his
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