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thinking.”
“About your new girl.”
“Maybe.”
Ray grinned. “What’s she like?”
“She’s a brat.”
A full belly laugh erupted from Ray, and the waitress looked up from where she was talking to the sushi chef at the counter. “That is so perfect for you.”
“How can you say that? Kirsten was a brat.”
Ray shook his head. “No, Kirsten was boring and self-absorbed. And too polite and too plain. No fire there. No challenge for you.”
Theo’s mouth cocked up. “And you’re sure I need a brat?”
Ray shrugged. “I’m sure you need a challenge, and if a brat you’re interested in provides that, then I’m glad for you.”
The waitress brought their sushi and asked if they wanted anything else. Both men shook their heads, and when she walked away, Theo looked down and said in a low voice, “My girl likes things rough.”
Ray knew about the BDSM stuff. He couldn’t not. And he’d stayed friends with Theo even though he didn’t completely understand it. “How rough?”
“Really rough.”
Ray paused with a piece of maki almost to his mouth. “You think you can handle that and not hurt her? I mean, more than she’s asking for.”
Theo took a sip of the green tea the waitress had poured. “She’s asking for a lot. I don’t want to be that guy.”
“What guy?”
“The guy who thinks he’s found the perfect girl, someone totally in sync with his tastes, only later to have her screaming abuse.”
Ray ate his maki and stared thoughtfully at Theo. “Can you hold back?”
“I don’t want to, and neither does she.”
“Sure about that? She’s not just saying that because she knows it’s what you’re into?”
Theo paused. Was she? He didn’t think so. He hadn’t even told her what he wanted before bringing her to orgasm with just a spanking that first night. “Yep. Pretty sure.”
Ray dipped another piece of maki into soy sauce. “Then make sure your negotiations are very clear. Safe, sane, and consensual, right? Don’t put her in the hospital.”
Theo nodded and finished his tea. He’d train her, give her what she needed, show her how to ask for what she wanted, and then he’d cut her loose before they took things too far. If only he could guarantee they’d both come out of this unscathed.
»»•««
Theo said he’d call her, but he didn’t say anything about her not texting him. Halfway through her first class, she pulled her phone out and sent him a quick message.
Lucinda: Thanks for last night.
She didn’t hear from him, so she waited an hour and texted him again.
Lucinda: My ass hurts every time I sit down.
Nothing. Twenty minutes later, she texted again.
Lucinda: I probably should’ve worn yoga pants, denim chafes against welts.
Two hours later, he’d still not responded to any of her texts. She was fuming. If he was going to run hot and cold like this, she didn’t want anything to do with him. Okay. That wasn’t totally true, but why wasn’t he answering her back?
She didn’t feel like staying around to work on her own pots, so she grabbed her backpack and caught a bus to downtown Minneapolis. It was four forty-five by the time she got to her stop. She looked up at the large building and took a deep breath, clutching the straps of her backpack. Head high, she walked up to the security guard at the front.
“Theo Matthews, please.”
The guard smiled and then looked through his book. “He’s on eighteen.”
She nodded and walked to the bank of elevators, her stomach a ball of nerves, but determined. When she got off at eighteen, she knew immediately she wasn’t dressed for a place like this. People were walking around in suits. The air buzzed with ambition and reeked of money. She considered turning around and returning home, but decided against it. He’d promised. Said anytime, anywhere. She asked the young guy at the reception desk where Theo’s office was. He paused for a second, spending more than ample time gazing at her full
“About your new girl.”
“Maybe.”
Ray grinned. “What’s she like?”
“She’s a brat.”
A full belly laugh erupted from Ray, and the waitress looked up from where she was talking to the sushi chef at the counter. “That is so perfect for you.”
“How can you say that? Kirsten was a brat.”
Ray shook his head. “No, Kirsten was boring and self-absorbed. And too polite and too plain. No fire there. No challenge for you.”
Theo’s mouth cocked up. “And you’re sure I need a brat?”
Ray shrugged. “I’m sure you need a challenge, and if a brat you’re interested in provides that, then I’m glad for you.”
The waitress brought their sushi and asked if they wanted anything else. Both men shook their heads, and when she walked away, Theo looked down and said in a low voice, “My girl likes things rough.”
Ray knew about the BDSM stuff. He couldn’t not. And he’d stayed friends with Theo even though he didn’t completely understand it. “How rough?”
“Really rough.”
Ray paused with a piece of maki almost to his mouth. “You think you can handle that and not hurt her? I mean, more than she’s asking for.”
Theo took a sip of the green tea the waitress had poured. “She’s asking for a lot. I don’t want to be that guy.”
“What guy?”
“The guy who thinks he’s found the perfect girl, someone totally in sync with his tastes, only later to have her screaming abuse.”
Ray ate his maki and stared thoughtfully at Theo. “Can you hold back?”
“I don’t want to, and neither does she.”
“Sure about that? She’s not just saying that because she knows it’s what you’re into?”
Theo paused. Was she? He didn’t think so. He hadn’t even told her what he wanted before bringing her to orgasm with just a spanking that first night. “Yep. Pretty sure.”
Ray dipped another piece of maki into soy sauce. “Then make sure your negotiations are very clear. Safe, sane, and consensual, right? Don’t put her in the hospital.”
Theo nodded and finished his tea. He’d train her, give her what she needed, show her how to ask for what she wanted, and then he’d cut her loose before they took things too far. If only he could guarantee they’d both come out of this unscathed.
»»•««
Theo said he’d call her, but he didn’t say anything about her not texting him. Halfway through her first class, she pulled her phone out and sent him a quick message.
Lucinda: Thanks for last night.
She didn’t hear from him, so she waited an hour and texted him again.
Lucinda: My ass hurts every time I sit down.
Nothing. Twenty minutes later, she texted again.
Lucinda: I probably should’ve worn yoga pants, denim chafes against welts.
Two hours later, he’d still not responded to any of her texts. She was fuming. If he was going to run hot and cold like this, she didn’t want anything to do with him. Okay. That wasn’t totally true, but why wasn’t he answering her back?
She didn’t feel like staying around to work on her own pots, so she grabbed her backpack and caught a bus to downtown Minneapolis. It was four forty-five by the time she got to her stop. She looked up at the large building and took a deep breath, clutching the straps of her backpack. Head high, she walked up to the security guard at the front.
“Theo Matthews, please.”
The guard smiled and then looked through his book. “He’s on eighteen.”
She nodded and walked to the bank of elevators, her stomach a ball of nerves, but determined. When she got off at eighteen, she knew immediately she wasn’t dressed for a place like this. People were walking around in suits. The air buzzed with ambition and reeked of money. She considered turning around and returning home, but decided against it. He’d promised. Said anytime, anywhere. She asked the young guy at the reception desk where Theo’s office was. He paused for a second, spending more than ample time gazing at her full
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