My lips drew into a deep smile. She was getting it.
“But…”
Damn. There was another fucking but.
“None of the others lived with you, did they? You went to them when you wanted to, right?”
She assumed she’d passed it off as just questions, but I’d picked up more in her inquisitive tone. Translation. She wanted to know if I had any other subs, and if I did, would I be seeing them while seeing her? I think Dr. Regina had a possessive streak in her.
She turned her palms up when I didn’t answer right away.
“If we do this, how do we balance the two different lifestyles and live in the same house?”
That was a valid question. Fact was, I had no idea. All I knew was that I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.
“Doc, you managed for three years with your cartel family that took you hostage and made you dispose of the bodies of their victims. You’ve been around me for three weeks now, and you’ve managed to avoid being tied to my headboard. I have confidence that we can handle whatever transpires between these walls.”
Regina had the potential to become my best sub. After I’d tossed around several suggestions of what I thought her safe word should be, the one she’d chosen surprised me as much as it turned me on. She played the shrinking violet role well, but I knew better.
If the rest of her body felt as good as I expected it to, she may become my weakness. God help her if she became my obsession.