“Figured out what you want to say?” He gave her another bite. That was three.
Okay, so she was intrigued by what the treat was, so sue her.
“You’re a Dom, aren’t you?”
“Sure am.” Another forkful.
“Why didn’t you tell me before?”
“Before I brought you here to stay with me?”
“Before I agreed to stay with you,” she corrected. “Didn’t you think that was something I should know if we’re going to do . . . to have . . . “
“If we’re going to have a relationship, isn’t it something you need to know?”
“Yeah,” she whispered.
Her stomach was starting to riot. She didn’t think she could take much more. Or maybe it was just the subject of this conversation.
“You’re totally right. It is. Which is why I was going to talk to you about it today. Once you were feeling better and settled. One more to go.” He fed her the mouthful. “That’s my good girl.”
Shoot. Those words sent a shiver through her body.
“You like that, don’t you? Being my good girl. Maybe there’s something you should have been telling me.”
“I’ve only read about it, I’ve never . . . “
“Been involved with a Dom?”
He cleaned up the kitchen while she sat there. She tried to get down at one stage and he just sent her a look. One that told her to stay put or she’d be in trouble.
She stayed put.
A look of satisfaction filled his face.
“I don’t want to be tied up and whipped,” she blurted out as he grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge.
“That so?” he drawled. He unscrewed one and handed it to her, before drinking down half of his.
She took a few small sips before setting it aside. Her stomach was a tight knot. Why wasn’t he saying more? He wasn’t usually short on words.
“And I am never going to let other people touch me, wear some tiny outfit that reveals more than it covers, or do anything sexual in public. Nope, actually, I’d never do anything in public sexual or otherwise that might go on at a BDSM club. No nipple clamps, no gags, no hot wax, no whips, no fecal or urine play, no kneeling at your feet. I’m not into any of that.”
“Interesting. Any other hard limits?”
Her mouth dropped open.
“I’ll put them down in a contract, if you like. With a safeword. You’d always have a safeword.”
“But . . . I . . . I don’t want to do any of that sort of stuff. None of it.”
She tried to get off the counter, but he placed a hand on her thighs then he moved so he was caging her. His hands rested on the counter next to her hips and he leaned in close. “Who said I wanted those things? Bit rude of you, really, not asking what I wanted or what my limits are.”
“Doms have limits?”
“You really haven’t done any of this before, have you?”
“No,” she whispered. “I told you. I’m not into it.”