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Authors: Cheryl Dragon
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do relationships and kink. Tell her so she doesn’t think you’re a jackass. Let her guide the dating thing while you rule in the bedroom. Even Steven.” Nelson nodded.
“I’m not sure I can cut the relationship thing.”
Nelson sighed. “Tell her that. If this is going to work, you don’t have to be the Dom all the time. That’s not what you signed on for. You get to buy the wrong peanut butter and forget her favorite wine. You get to be the boyfriend. In the bedroom, you’re in charge all the time. If she’s unable to handle that change, maybe she’s the problem?”
Deep down, Scott knew she wasn’t the problem, but he wasn’t going to talk about his family to Nelson. The only person who needed to know was Bridget, when the time was right.
“Okay, I’ll think about it.” He checked her online schedule. At least, she’d emailed that to him again this week. She had one early class and was free until a packed afternoon. “I should go see her. Don’t be a dick, right?”
“Right, that’s the spirit!” Nelson clapped his hands together. “I’ll get back to the computers. Have you seen the blog lately though? People are talking. It’s wonderful.”
“I’ll bet you’re leading things.” Scott smiled.
“Well, people need a little encouragement.” Nelson went one way down the hall, and Scott headed for the English Department.
A few moments later, he knocked on her door and waited for her response. Entering, he locked the door behind him. She looked so good he almost forgot what he was there for. A loosely knit purple sweater over a white blouse showed off her features well. Her hair was pulled up, and his hands itched to take it down.
“Good morning,” she said.
“I’m sorry that I’ve been neglecting you.”
She shook her head. “No, I had to grade papers all weekend. I’d let some things slide because of my paper. It’s not like we’re dating.”
The gloves were off!
“I was going to invite you out to dinner tonight.”
“With no notice? Sorry, I have plans with friends.”
She was just being difficult. “It wasn’t in your schedule.”
“You get the BSDM fetish group notices. It’s the monthly pizza meet up. I have friends there, and I’m not going to stand them up. You don’t dictate my life outside of bed.”
“I understand that. We’ve never discussed things beyond the kink. I didn’t realize you went every month. Why don’t you come by after the pizza dinner, and we’ll talk?” he suggested.
“I doubt we’d be talking at ten at night. Why don’t we have dinner at your place tomorrow night and talk it out?” Her blue eyes seemed icy today.
He couldn’t leave their discussion until tomorrow. “If this isn’t working for you, tell me now.”
She folded her arms and leaned back, rocking in her office chair. “The sex works. But I’ve shared stuff about myself, and you never tell me anything. There’s a little talk about history or your work but not a word about you, your family or your past.”
“Does it matter?” he asked.
“If you don’t want a girlfriend, tell me now so I can consider whether or not this is right for me,” she replied.
It was his chance. The out option he’d secretly hoped to have if things didn’t work. He could tell her this would only be a sexual relationship and a friendship. Still, he’d loved watching TV with her and had actually finished that damned book. The movie had annoyed him, but he’d made it through that, too.
“I think we both need to think about what we want and need from this then talk tomorrow.” He nodded. “Six work for you?”
“Fine. See you then.” She opened her laptop and dismissed him with her eyes.
* * * *
Bridget hadn’t lied to Scott, but when the time came, she couldn’t face her BSDM fetish group friends tonight. She emailed them and claimed tenure issues. Really, she just couldn’t go. Before, she’d been hoping to share the news that she’d found the right Dom. Maybe
“I’m not sure I can cut the relationship thing.”
Nelson sighed. “Tell her that. If this is going to work, you don’t have to be the Dom all the time. That’s not what you signed on for. You get to buy the wrong peanut butter and forget her favorite wine. You get to be the boyfriend. In the bedroom, you’re in charge all the time. If she’s unable to handle that change, maybe she’s the problem?”
Deep down, Scott knew she wasn’t the problem, but he wasn’t going to talk about his family to Nelson. The only person who needed to know was Bridget, when the time was right.
“Okay, I’ll think about it.” He checked her online schedule. At least, she’d emailed that to him again this week. She had one early class and was free until a packed afternoon. “I should go see her. Don’t be a dick, right?”
“Right, that’s the spirit!” Nelson clapped his hands together. “I’ll get back to the computers. Have you seen the blog lately though? People are talking. It’s wonderful.”
“I’ll bet you’re leading things.” Scott smiled.
“Well, people need a little encouragement.” Nelson went one way down the hall, and Scott headed for the English Department.
A few moments later, he knocked on her door and waited for her response. Entering, he locked the door behind him. She looked so good he almost forgot what he was there for. A loosely knit purple sweater over a white blouse showed off her features well. Her hair was pulled up, and his hands itched to take it down.
“Good morning,” she said.
“I’m sorry that I’ve been neglecting you.”
She shook her head. “No, I had to grade papers all weekend. I’d let some things slide because of my paper. It’s not like we’re dating.”
The gloves were off!
“I was going to invite you out to dinner tonight.”
“With no notice? Sorry, I have plans with friends.”
She was just being difficult. “It wasn’t in your schedule.”
“You get the BSDM fetish group notices. It’s the monthly pizza meet up. I have friends there, and I’m not going to stand them up. You don’t dictate my life outside of bed.”
“I understand that. We’ve never discussed things beyond the kink. I didn’t realize you went every month. Why don’t you come by after the pizza dinner, and we’ll talk?” he suggested.
“I doubt we’d be talking at ten at night. Why don’t we have dinner at your place tomorrow night and talk it out?” Her blue eyes seemed icy today.
He couldn’t leave their discussion until tomorrow. “If this isn’t working for you, tell me now.”
She folded her arms and leaned back, rocking in her office chair. “The sex works. But I’ve shared stuff about myself, and you never tell me anything. There’s a little talk about history or your work but not a word about you, your family or your past.”
“Does it matter?” he asked.
“If you don’t want a girlfriend, tell me now so I can consider whether or not this is right for me,” she replied.
It was his chance. The out option he’d secretly hoped to have if things didn’t work. He could tell her this would only be a sexual relationship and a friendship. Still, he’d loved watching TV with her and had actually finished that damned book. The movie had annoyed him, but he’d made it through that, too.
“I think we both need to think about what we want and need from this then talk tomorrow.” He nodded. “Six work for you?”
“Fine. See you then.” She opened her laptop and dismissed him with her eyes.
* * * *
Bridget hadn’t lied to Scott, but when the time came, she couldn’t face her BSDM fetish group friends tonight. She emailed them and claimed tenure issues. Really, she just couldn’t go. Before, she’d been hoping to share the news that she’d found the right Dom. Maybe
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