She had the urge to look down at the floor, but forced herself to keep her gaze. “Why are you doing this?”
He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorframe. “I thought we already covered that.”
“Andre said you never take on a sub alone. That you always do ménage.”
His jaw muscle flexed. “Andre has a big mouth.”
“So why are you doing this with me?”
He pushed off the doorjamb and pointed to the spot in front of him. “Come here.”
Tentatively, she walked the few steps forward to stand before him.
He cupped the back of her neck and captured her gaze. “I told you. I’m doing this because I want you. No, I don’t do one-on-one a lot—that’s why I hesitated at initiation. But when I saw you with Colby, I realized that even if you weren’t into ménage, you belonged in my bed this weekend.”
Her chilled skin warmed under his words and possessive tone. She nodded and swallowed hard, building up courage for her next words. “I’m open, Jace.”
His grip tightened on her neck, making the collar dig into her tender skin. “What are you talking about?”
She shifted her weight from foot to foot, her nervous energy fighting to break loose, but kept her eyes on his. “I’m open to what you like—to ménage, to you and Andre.”
A storm cloud crossed his face, as if her proclamation both pleased him and pissed him off all at the same time. “You don’t have to change your limits for me, Evan. I don’t need ménage to enjoy myself. You’re more than enough alone.”
“But what if I’m curious?” she said, her voice gaining some strength despite her frantically beating heart. “I checked no for ménage because I was already freaked out enough turning myself over to one stranger. Not because the idea of two guys isn’t appealing.”
“And now the thought of me sharing you with Andre turns you on?”
Her body shuddered with a hell yes but she kept her response neutral. “Maybe.”
“We can both be pretty demanding,” he said, his voice darkly sensual as he threaded his fingers through the damp hair at her nape. “What makes you think you can handle us both?”
She tilted her chin up. “What makes you think I can’t?”
His lips curled in a wicked smile. “Confident, aren’t we? Drop the towel. Let’s see how you handle your own master first. Then I’ll determine if you’ve earned the pleasure of being shared. Ménage is not for the faint of heart, pet.”
She lowered the hand that was holding the towel around her and allowed the terrycloth to fall to the floor. Unashamed. Aching for him to touch her. “I’m tougher than I look, sir.”
“Oh, I have no doubt about that.”
He gave her a slow once over and ran his hand down her back until he cupped her ass and drew her against him. She didn’t resist. “Good girl. When you’re with me, that’s all I want to see you wearing. My collar and that pretty flush you get when I touch you.”
He seated the crotch of his jeans against her sensitive flesh, sending ripples of pleasure through her. Her fists balled against his T-shirt. “Yes, sir.”
He lowered his head, kissing the sensitive spot beneath her ear. “Now, let me show you what happens when you question your master and make unsolicited suggestions.”
In one effortless motion, he hoisted her up over his shoulder, placing her face against his back, and smacked a palm against her bare ass. Hard.
“Hey!”
“Quiet.” He locked his arm around the backs of her thighs and carried her into the bedroom, leaving the door open behind them.
She bit her lip as the stinging began to tingle. Oh, my.
The bedroom was a good bit bigger than the one in her cabin, but looked to be decorated in the same rustic style. Nice cozy bungalow. The only things that alluded to its purpose were the metal rings hanging from some of the walls. She caught a glimpse of the bed in the mirror above the dresser and saw that Jace was carrying her over to the foot of the bed where a long padded table was set up.
He sat her down on the edge of it. “Face down, pet.”
She looked to his face to try to get a read on what he was going to do, but his expression was stoic.