don’t play games. I’m putting my cards on the table. I’m not the kid you used to know. I’m not what you need. I would end up hurting you, Em. I don’t do normal.”
“Normal what?” Her eyes were wide as she stared at him.
“Normal relationships. I guess you could say I have unique desires.” Damn, could she blink maybe or look away? How in the hell did I get into this conversation?
“Oh. Ohhhh! Like the Dom thing you wouldn’t talk about last night?”
He shook his head. “No, not like that and I’m not getting into this with you. You probably couldn’t handle what I need.”
“Are you gay?”
He couldn’t stop the laugh. Damn, she tickled him. “Far from it. Not that I give a shit who a person is attracted to, but guys don’t do it for me.”
“Then what is it you need I couldn’t give you?” The innocence of the question defined everything she couldn’t give him.
“I’m not into regular sex, babe. You couldn’t cope with what I want from a sexual partner.”
He purposefully didn’t look at her. He couldn’t bear to see the expression on her face.
Her voice was calm, almost clinical. “You do the thinking for everyone, or am I just particularly lucky?”
He shot a quick look her direction. “Babe, what would you say if I shoved my cock down your throat and held you so tight against me you couldn’t breathe? Or fucked you up the ass or pounded into you so hard you screamed? I like it when it hurts, when it frightens and when it’s rough. No, I won’t play doctor with you. I don’t play.” He risked a look at her and did a double take. He hadn’t expected to see desire. He’d expected disgust.
“Oh, really? What makes you think I wouldn’t get off on that?” She threw the challenge his way and damned if he wasn’t going to accept it. Deadpanning, he responded. “One, your ignorance about the significance of that collar you wore says you are pure vanilla. Two, I dated you for over a year. I know what got you hot and it wasn’t me hurting you. And three, there is no way this, what’s happening here, has a snowball’s chance of becoming anything other than a one-and-done. I’m never in one place. My job is dangerous. A relationship is a weakness I can’t afford.”
Quite proud of himself for remaining in control of the situation, he gave himself a mental pat on the back. He did well. He defused the situation and let her down easy. Her foot started tapping the floorboard. Oh, God…not the foot tap. He risked a glance at her. Her eyes blazed. Her jaw was set, and her face had turned the color of cooked lobster. Oh, fuck me. Here it comes.
“You self-righteous, smug son-of-a-bitch! Let’s examine your bullshit-filled list why don’t we? One—just because I don’t know about the Dom thingy lifestyle doesn’t mean I’m stupid, frigid or sexually stunted. I learn damn fast. Two—for your information, my fucked-up Romeo, you may have dated me for a year, but you never fucked me. I can tell you this, Joseph Theodore King, while what we did was sweet, it did absolutely nothing towards getting me off! And three—you arrogant asshole, did I ask you to marry me? No, I don’t think I did. Your one-and-done? Okay by me, Mr. God’s-gift-to-women! I merely offered to fuck you into next week. For that, I get a lecture on my lack of sexual knowledge. Gee, thank you so much for your self-denial at my expense, you self-centered, conceited prick! Do me a favor? Stop doing me favors, you…you chauvinistic asswipe!”
Well shit, when she puts it that way. “Ember…”
“No. This conversation is over. When we get to where ever it is you’re taking me, I’ll call one of your brothers to come get me. Calling you was a mistake. Huge! Massive! The biggest fucking mistake I’ve made in sixteen years. I had to have been fucking nuts…conceited son of a… ”
He reached over and grabbed her chin in his hand pulling her face toward him. The pressure hurt, he knew it did, yet
“Normal what?” Her eyes were wide as she stared at him.
“Normal relationships. I guess you could say I have unique desires.” Damn, could she blink maybe or look away? How in the hell did I get into this conversation?
“Oh. Ohhhh! Like the Dom thing you wouldn’t talk about last night?”
He shook his head. “No, not like that and I’m not getting into this with you. You probably couldn’t handle what I need.”
“Are you gay?”
He couldn’t stop the laugh. Damn, she tickled him. “Far from it. Not that I give a shit who a person is attracted to, but guys don’t do it for me.”
“Then what is it you need I couldn’t give you?” The innocence of the question defined everything she couldn’t give him.
“I’m not into regular sex, babe. You couldn’t cope with what I want from a sexual partner.”
He purposefully didn’t look at her. He couldn’t bear to see the expression on her face.
Her voice was calm, almost clinical. “You do the thinking for everyone, or am I just particularly lucky?”
He shot a quick look her direction. “Babe, what would you say if I shoved my cock down your throat and held you so tight against me you couldn’t breathe? Or fucked you up the ass or pounded into you so hard you screamed? I like it when it hurts, when it frightens and when it’s rough. No, I won’t play doctor with you. I don’t play.” He risked a look at her and did a double take. He hadn’t expected to see desire. He’d expected disgust.
“Oh, really? What makes you think I wouldn’t get off on that?” She threw the challenge his way and damned if he wasn’t going to accept it. Deadpanning, he responded. “One, your ignorance about the significance of that collar you wore says you are pure vanilla. Two, I dated you for over a year. I know what got you hot and it wasn’t me hurting you. And three, there is no way this, what’s happening here, has a snowball’s chance of becoming anything other than a one-and-done. I’m never in one place. My job is dangerous. A relationship is a weakness I can’t afford.”
Quite proud of himself for remaining in control of the situation, he gave himself a mental pat on the back. He did well. He defused the situation and let her down easy. Her foot started tapping the floorboard. Oh, God…not the foot tap. He risked a glance at her. Her eyes blazed. Her jaw was set, and her face had turned the color of cooked lobster. Oh, fuck me. Here it comes.
“You self-righteous, smug son-of-a-bitch! Let’s examine your bullshit-filled list why don’t we? One—just because I don’t know about the Dom thingy lifestyle doesn’t mean I’m stupid, frigid or sexually stunted. I learn damn fast. Two—for your information, my fucked-up Romeo, you may have dated me for a year, but you never fucked me. I can tell you this, Joseph Theodore King, while what we did was sweet, it did absolutely nothing towards getting me off! And three—you arrogant asshole, did I ask you to marry me? No, I don’t think I did. Your one-and-done? Okay by me, Mr. God’s-gift-to-women! I merely offered to fuck you into next week. For that, I get a lecture on my lack of sexual knowledge. Gee, thank you so much for your self-denial at my expense, you self-centered, conceited prick! Do me a favor? Stop doing me favors, you…you chauvinistic asswipe!”
Well shit, when she puts it that way. “Ember…”
“No. This conversation is over. When we get to where ever it is you’re taking me, I’ll call one of your brothers to come get me. Calling you was a mistake. Huge! Massive! The biggest fucking mistake I’ve made in sixteen years. I had to have been fucking nuts…conceited son of a… ”
He reached over and grabbed her chin in his hand pulling her face toward him. The pressure hurt, he knew it did, yet
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