“You want me to take the submissive/dominant thing further?”
I blushed, biting my lip. “Absolutely.”
“You like the clamps?”
I shivered. “So very much.”
“Jesus.” He grinned. “I’m gonna take that up a few notches, yeah?”
I nodded. “Yes, please. Sir.”
“How about a sex swing?”
“Oh my god, that sounds amazing,” I said.
“And maybe something like a hook hanging from the ceiling? I can bind your hands and hook you so you can’t fuckin’ touch me.”
I bit my lip and nodded. “Yes, please, sir.”
He dropped his forehead to mine before meeting my eyes again.
I stroked his beard. “I want you to teach me everything.”
“I can’t claim to know everything, Twinkles.”
“Well, you know more than me, so teach me everything you know, and we’ll go from there.”
“I can do that.”
I grinned. “For now, how about one of your grilled cheese sandwiches and then let’s do this again.”
Scooby laughed. “Your wish is my command.”
* * *
Rowan
“What is this all about?” I asked as Scooby led me down the front steps of the diner the next day.
“All will be revealed,” he replied. “Keep your eyes shut. No peeking.”
“You’re asking a lot from the girl who once opened every one of her presents on Christmas eve after her parents had gone to bed.”
“I always knew you were naughty.” He chuckled. “Just a few more steps. Keep those eyes closed until I tell you.”
“I have to prep for dinner,” I protested.
“Monty has everything under control,” he said reassuringly.
Even though I was walking blind, I could tell Scooby was leading me out to the parking lot, but for what reason, I had no idea.
“Okay,” Scooby said, unable to hide the excitement in his voice. “You said you were scared to death to ride on my bike.”
I nodded, suddenly nervous about where this was going.
“Well, since you won’t ride with me on my bike, how about this? Open your eyes.”
I opened my eyes and saw Scooby’s motorcycle parked in front of me. Shiny black and chrome gleaming in the afternoon sun.