him. The only thing he cared about
was that she’d been hurt—and that made him crazy.
“Lena, what are
you getting at?”
“I’m telling you
all of this because I don’t want you to think I’m stupid. I mean, I can
understand, right? Like, how could I not be at least a little bit stupid if I
was with Richie? If I let Richie do things like that to me. What I’m trying to say…”
She took one more
deep breath, and what Chance would remember is that he could see her shoulders
shaking. That she was really that nervous. Her little golden shoulders were
shaking while she clasped her hands together, looked right at him, and told him
what she needed.
“I was never
hesitant about the kinky stuff. I was hesitant about Richie. Because
I’ve always been into the kinky stuff. I’ve always…I’ve always been
curious. And I’ve always wanted to learn, but there’s never been anyone to
teach me. Richie’s bullshit has taken so much from me, Chance, it’s taken my
career, it’s taken what little ability I still had to
believe that most people aren’t complete assholes. I won’t let him take this
from me, too. I need to keep this. I need to own it. And you’re the only man I
trust, Chance, because you turned me away, even when you wanted me. Because you
did what you thought was best for me. I don’t care what terrible thing you
think you did in the past, or if you’ve broken other girls’ hearts. I’m not
looking for your heart. Trust me, mine is messed up, too. I need you to help me
own this, Chance. That’s why I came here tonight. I need you to help me become
a submissive. Please…help me.”
chapter 7
Oh God, I can’t believe I said it.
Lena was suspended
in this horrible moment in time, right after those words left her mouth, when
she didn’t know what he would do or what he would say. She could understand why
he rejected her before. She was a woman in a rough spot, he was a (mostly) good
guy, and that’s kind of a weird don’t-go-there situation.
But now she’d just
poured her heart out. She’d just said things she’d never even said to herself.
And then she’d begged him.
She’d begged .
“Oh my God,
Chance. Please say something.”
He stood there,
only steps in front of her, but so far away. He had an unreadable expression,
like he was having trouble processing what she’d said. Or like he was weighing
the pros and cons. She couldn’t bear it if he said no. It would just be the
final straw.
Had she been
wrong? Every time she got near him there was this crackling fire, this unheard
of static in the air that made her feel…she didn’t have words for it. She’d
been sure he’d felt it, too.
And then she saw
him. The jaw, pulsing. The shoulders squared. Those eyes , flashing. Staring straight at her.
His voice was low
and rough. “I’ll help you,” he said.
Lena might have
been embarrassed by how relieved she was to hear that if she hadn’t been overwhelmed
by the immediate thought of what came next.
With
the sight of Chance, a solid column of sculpted muscle, advancing toward her.
“Ok,” she said,
feeling nervous again, so nervous, light and skittish and fluttery. Now it was
happening. Really, really happening. She wasn’t some inexperienced virgin, and
she would never have described herself as shy—ever—so what the hell
was this? Her eyes strayed downward, unable to meet that blue stare, and she was captivated by a light dusting of fine hair running down his
chest, his abs, all the way to his belt …
She licked her
lips. “Ok, so, how do we, you know…I mean, I’m on birth control, and I have
test results, and I’ve heard that you guys are super strict about that, which,
obviously, is awesome. And I mean, I don’t, like…have equipment…”
Stop babbling, dummy!
Her voice faded as
his much larger body crowded hers and she gave in to the sheer physical
presence of the man. It was beyond words. Her ability to articulate evaporated
before the
was that she’d been hurt—and that made him crazy.
“Lena, what are
you getting at?”
“I’m telling you
all of this because I don’t want you to think I’m stupid. I mean, I can
understand, right? Like, how could I not be at least a little bit stupid if I
was with Richie? If I let Richie do things like that to me. What I’m trying to say…”
She took one more
deep breath, and what Chance would remember is that he could see her shoulders
shaking. That she was really that nervous. Her little golden shoulders were
shaking while she clasped her hands together, looked right at him, and told him
what she needed.
“I was never
hesitant about the kinky stuff. I was hesitant about Richie. Because
I’ve always been into the kinky stuff. I’ve always…I’ve always been
curious. And I’ve always wanted to learn, but there’s never been anyone to
teach me. Richie’s bullshit has taken so much from me, Chance, it’s taken my
career, it’s taken what little ability I still had to
believe that most people aren’t complete assholes. I won’t let him take this
from me, too. I need to keep this. I need to own it. And you’re the only man I
trust, Chance, because you turned me away, even when you wanted me. Because you
did what you thought was best for me. I don’t care what terrible thing you
think you did in the past, or if you’ve broken other girls’ hearts. I’m not
looking for your heart. Trust me, mine is messed up, too. I need you to help me
own this, Chance. That’s why I came here tonight. I need you to help me become
a submissive. Please…help me.”
chapter 7
Oh God, I can’t believe I said it.
Lena was suspended
in this horrible moment in time, right after those words left her mouth, when
she didn’t know what he would do or what he would say. She could understand why
he rejected her before. She was a woman in a rough spot, he was a (mostly) good
guy, and that’s kind of a weird don’t-go-there situation.
But now she’d just
poured her heart out. She’d just said things she’d never even said to herself.
And then she’d begged him.
She’d begged .
“Oh my God,
Chance. Please say something.”
He stood there,
only steps in front of her, but so far away. He had an unreadable expression,
like he was having trouble processing what she’d said. Or like he was weighing
the pros and cons. She couldn’t bear it if he said no. It would just be the
final straw.
Had she been
wrong? Every time she got near him there was this crackling fire, this unheard
of static in the air that made her feel…she didn’t have words for it. She’d
been sure he’d felt it, too.
And then she saw
him. The jaw, pulsing. The shoulders squared. Those eyes , flashing. Staring straight at her.
His voice was low
and rough. “I’ll help you,” he said.
Lena might have
been embarrassed by how relieved she was to hear that if she hadn’t been overwhelmed
by the immediate thought of what came next.
With
the sight of Chance, a solid column of sculpted muscle, advancing toward her.
“Ok,” she said,
feeling nervous again, so nervous, light and skittish and fluttery. Now it was
happening. Really, really happening. She wasn’t some inexperienced virgin, and
she would never have described herself as shy—ever—so what the hell
was this? Her eyes strayed downward, unable to meet that blue stare, and she was captivated by a light dusting of fine hair running down his
chest, his abs, all the way to his belt …
She licked her
lips. “Ok, so, how do we, you know…I mean, I’m on birth control, and I have
test results, and I’ve heard that you guys are super strict about that, which,
obviously, is awesome. And I mean, I don’t, like…have equipment…”
Stop babbling, dummy!
Her voice faded as
his much larger body crowded hers and she gave in to the sheer physical
presence of the man. It was beyond words. Her ability to articulate evaporated
before the
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