Rett eased me up onto one of his legs and lifted my legs until I was across his lap. His erection twitched beneath me, yet his words were less erotic and more educational. “The night I brought you home, after you were taken...”
I nodded again.
“Do you remember what you called me, what you said I was?”
My hand rested on his chest. “I said you were nice.”
“After the few weeks you’ve been with me, do you think nice is easy for me?”
“I mean, mostly...but that night you were also upset.”
“I was furious.”
“But you were still nice,” I said.
“Because if I’d reacted toward you as I had Ian or the others I’d blamed for your stupid move, I would have terrified you. You were already traumatized. I restrained my anger because you needed that. One night doesn’t make me a nice person. It also doesn’t make me a fake or weak. It took fucking more restraint to carry you up here and play nice with Dr. Dustin than it would have to bark orders and break things or punch walls.
“I was able to be nice because I’m not weak. I’m in control. That’s what I want from you.” He ran his finger down my cheek. “You’re fucking strong, Emma. You threatened to bite off dicks.” He grinned. “Submission from a weak woman doesn’t do it for me. It’s like fucking a scared puppy. From the moment you resisted going into Broussard’s with me, I knew what I wanted. I want you to submit to me because I know in here” —he laid his hand over my breasts— “you are the polar opposite of submissive.”
“So you want me to not be me?”
“No, I want you to be you, going against your instincts because you want to please me. When you can do that, I promise you, I won’t see you as weak. I won’t lose the admiration I have. It’ll grow because I see your conflict and your ability to rein it in. The first night I told you that I’d bring you pleasure and pain. The pain is in here.” He touched my temple. “It’s a battle that you will fight. It’s like the blindfolds, the way you hated them at first.”
“You knew that?”
“I loved that. I’d think about you, the way you submitted but how it made you bristle.” He scoffed. “I’d have to think about killing someone to make my cock go down. The thoughts of you made me hard.”
“I’m used to the blindfolds.”
“Then take it another step.”
I shook my head. “I tried and you didn’t...”
“Let me help you, Emma, and those orgasms you had the first two days will be minor tremors compared to the earthquakes we’ll find together.”
I didn’t respond, not because I was confused. On the contrary, what Rett said made sense.
He lifted my chin. “Why haven’t you come to my suite?”
“Because you haven’t asked me.”
He stood, helping me to my feet. “Something you should know about me. I don’t ask.”
I straightened my neck and my nipples grew taut as I inhaled.
“Follow me to my suite.”
“Do you want me?”
I let out a sigh as Rett tilted my head forward and kissed my hair. His cadence was measured, yet his tone had dropped an octave. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you and your haunting blue eyes. A minute hasn’t passed that I haven’t imagined being inside you.”
I squeezed my thighs, as with only words, this man could melt my core. My breasts throbbed as my nipples went from hard to diamond and deep inside of me, my pussy clenched with need. Without another word, Rett turned toward the door to his suite and began to walk.
I reeled, wondering what had happened.
Shouldn’t he reach out or tug me along?
Did he expect me to follow?