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Dominants want.”
“You don’t want that.”
“No. I want a partner that doesn’t need it, and can stand on her own two feet, and I want the pleasure of watching her do so. Someone who is my equal in every way, but will still enjoy taking the submissive role in the bedroom.”
Angela smiled. She’d wondered about that, and although his go-slow approach at the club had eased her worries somewhat, they hadn’t disappeared entirely. She found the possibilities of submitting to Kent incredibly exciting, but she wasn’t looking for someone to run her life, or to fix it as if it were broken. It wasn’t broken, but it needed something extra. Or someone. She was beginning to suspect that Kent was that someone.
She thought about Edward and how different he was from Kent. She had loved him so much, and yet she didn’t have to compare the two men, or decide which way was better. She realized she had been thinking that to invite Kent into her life was to reject what Edward was, and she didn’t want to do that. She didn’t have to do that. Each was wonderful in his own way.
Over dinner she did find one thing that Edward and Kent had in common—a love of hockey. She wasn’t sure how the conversation got there, exactly, but she had dropped a comment that she thought the Capital’s Alexander Ovechkin was sexy, and would be more so if he had all his teeth. She wanted to see how he reacted, and rather than worrying about the competition, he argued that Sidney Crosby was better looking and a better player. She had picked up something of the game from watching with Edward and had been a fan ever since, and not for a moment did Kent treat her as anything but an equal in their little back and forth. Most men assumed that she needed to have things like sports explained to her. It was a refreshing change.
“So, what now?” she asked as the plates were cleared away, and he tucked his credit card into the folder the waiter had brought.
He grinned. “Well, my little angel, I was thinking we’d go back to my place, or yours if you’d feel more comfortable there, and have some private fun.”
She raised her eyebrows, trying not to notice the quickening of her heart as he called her his little angel. “You were, were you?” she asked.
He nodded. “And I’ll point out that my place has more toys. But we can play anywhere.”
Play . What a nice little euphemism that was for kinky sex. “Yes.”
He watched her, waiting for her to choose a place, perhaps. Sweat broke out on her forehead. “Yes, Master.” It might not be what he was waiting for, but it was what she felt like saying. “Wherever you wish.”
He grinned. “I’ll pick you up at your place on Friday, so I’m not missing out, and we’ll play at the club tonight. We’ll have the place to ourselves for several hours. Charles likes to come in during the wee hours and work on things, but he won’t be there ‘til nearly midnight, and the rest I’ve warned away. I have a piece of equipment there I’ve been imagining you on.”
He’d been imagining her, hmm? That sounded good, and a little bit scary. But that was why she was here with him, right? To learn?
“As my Master wishes.” She wondered why she got such a charge out of saying that.
* * * * *
Kent took a moment to breathe as he slid in behind the steering wheel of his Lexus. She wanted to have her own wheels, so she was following him in her car.
He’d heard a lot of women say “Yes, Sir” to him, and even “Yes, Master” before. Partly it was play acting, but often there was a real yearning there. Always before he felt as if he was going through the motions, showing them what the scene was like but staying a bit aloof emotionally. Why was this little angel any different?
He’d never considered being quick to use a safe word to be a very desirable quality in a submissive, but he’d only seen her on two, now three, occasions, and she’d used a safe word twice. No, it wasn’t
“You don’t want that.”
“No. I want a partner that doesn’t need it, and can stand on her own two feet, and I want the pleasure of watching her do so. Someone who is my equal in every way, but will still enjoy taking the submissive role in the bedroom.”
Angela smiled. She’d wondered about that, and although his go-slow approach at the club had eased her worries somewhat, they hadn’t disappeared entirely. She found the possibilities of submitting to Kent incredibly exciting, but she wasn’t looking for someone to run her life, or to fix it as if it were broken. It wasn’t broken, but it needed something extra. Or someone. She was beginning to suspect that Kent was that someone.
She thought about Edward and how different he was from Kent. She had loved him so much, and yet she didn’t have to compare the two men, or decide which way was better. She realized she had been thinking that to invite Kent into her life was to reject what Edward was, and she didn’t want to do that. She didn’t have to do that. Each was wonderful in his own way.
Over dinner she did find one thing that Edward and Kent had in common—a love of hockey. She wasn’t sure how the conversation got there, exactly, but she had dropped a comment that she thought the Capital’s Alexander Ovechkin was sexy, and would be more so if he had all his teeth. She wanted to see how he reacted, and rather than worrying about the competition, he argued that Sidney Crosby was better looking and a better player. She had picked up something of the game from watching with Edward and had been a fan ever since, and not for a moment did Kent treat her as anything but an equal in their little back and forth. Most men assumed that she needed to have things like sports explained to her. It was a refreshing change.
“So, what now?” she asked as the plates were cleared away, and he tucked his credit card into the folder the waiter had brought.
He grinned. “Well, my little angel, I was thinking we’d go back to my place, or yours if you’d feel more comfortable there, and have some private fun.”
She raised her eyebrows, trying not to notice the quickening of her heart as he called her his little angel. “You were, were you?” she asked.
He nodded. “And I’ll point out that my place has more toys. But we can play anywhere.”
Play . What a nice little euphemism that was for kinky sex. “Yes.”
He watched her, waiting for her to choose a place, perhaps. Sweat broke out on her forehead. “Yes, Master.” It might not be what he was waiting for, but it was what she felt like saying. “Wherever you wish.”
He grinned. “I’ll pick you up at your place on Friday, so I’m not missing out, and we’ll play at the club tonight. We’ll have the place to ourselves for several hours. Charles likes to come in during the wee hours and work on things, but he won’t be there ‘til nearly midnight, and the rest I’ve warned away. I have a piece of equipment there I’ve been imagining you on.”
He’d been imagining her, hmm? That sounded good, and a little bit scary. But that was why she was here with him, right? To learn?
“As my Master wishes.” She wondered why she got such a charge out of saying that.
* * * * *
Kent took a moment to breathe as he slid in behind the steering wheel of his Lexus. She wanted to have her own wheels, so she was following him in her car.
He’d heard a lot of women say “Yes, Sir” to him, and even “Yes, Master” before. Partly it was play acting, but often there was a real yearning there. Always before he felt as if he was going through the motions, showing them what the scene was like but staying a bit aloof emotionally. Why was this little angel any different?
He’d never considered being quick to use a safe word to be a very desirable quality in a submissive, but he’d only seen her on two, now three, occasions, and she’d used a safe word twice. No, it wasn’t
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