“Any triggers?”
She wanted to lie. After all, what was one more? But she couldn’t. Not when it came to this. “No triggers that I know of, but I was physically abused by a relative.”
His jaw tightened, and his eyes narrowed. “Tell me the asshole went to jail.”
She swallowed over the lump that had formed in her throat. “No. He didn’t.”
He held her tighter to him. “Well if I ever meet the son of a bitch, I’m going to introduce him to my fist and teach him a lesson he’ll never forget.”
She expelled her breath in a giant whoosh. He was angry on her behalf. “You don’t even know me.”
He pulled back and cradled her face in his hands. “You’re right. I don’t. But as long as we’re being honest, I should tell you you’re not the only one who felt a connection at the gym. I asked around after you, but no one knew who you were or how to find you. And now you’re here. I might not know you yet, but something tells me I’m going to. However, first I need to know your name.”
She hesitated, a fake name on the tip of her tongue. But something stopped her. She wasn’t sure why, but a vision of them in an alley, steam rising from the grates, her back pushed up against the brick wall of the club, flashed through her mind. “No names. I just want you to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before. Do you think you can handle that?”
He gulped audibly. “Do you do this a lot? Anonymous sex?”
Laugher bubbled up in her throat, but she stopped it before it released. Nothing was anonymous in her world. She had files on every partner she’d ever had between her thighs. Names, dates, history. Hell, their favorite brand of ice cream.
But here, now, with Sawyer, the idea of pretending she had no clue that this man was worth billions made her heart race and her pussy wet. She was always pretending anyway. Why couldn’t she pretend she was a normal girl looking for a man to screw her to an explosive climax before parting ways?
But according to her file on Sawyer, stranger sex wasn’t something he did. Sure, he might whip a girl ten minutes after negotiating the scene, but he never fucked an anonymous woman. Would she miss her chance if she asked for what she wanted?
She toyed with the ends of her hair, forgetting momentarily that she had added extensions. Her dirty blonde hair careened down her back like a waterfall. Last week, it had been in a coal black bob.
“I’ve never had sex with someone I don’t know,” she answered honestly.
Surprise registered in his eyes. “No names, then. For now.”
He scratched his head, his fingers messing up his blond locks, making him look even sexier than before. He reminded her of a pirate commanding his ship, the wind at the sails and a crew at his disposal.
As she stared at him, raking her eyes over the bulging biceps down to the hard length pressing against the front of his pants, she could almost imagine him in a billowy shirt and pantaloons, like on the cover of a romance novel. And she could wear one of those dresses that blew in the wind, passion in her eyes as he took what he wanted without permission.
Why was she having these thoughts? She didn’t read historical romance novels. Hell, she didn’t believe in romance or love.
Her hand seemed to have a will of its own as she clutched the fabric of his shirt in her palm. “Show me what it’s like to be owned by you.”
He blinked, his chest rising and falling harshly. “We should probably go downstairs, but I don’t think I can wait that long.”
He grabbed her wrist and dragged her down a hall that led to a bathroom. “The club safe word is ‘red.’ Remember, you may be giving me control, but as the sub, you have the power to stop the scene at any time by using the safe word. The pain I give you should enhance your pleasure, not eclipse it. If it ever crosses that line for you, I want you to tell me.”
She only knew Sawyer was a Dominant, but she had no idea of the kinds of BDSM activities he enjoyed. “Are you a sadist?”
He shook his head as he opened the bathroom door and pulled her inside. “No, I wouldn’t consider myself a sadist. I don’t get off on hurting people just for the sake of it. My pleasure derives from giving my sub pleasure.” His arm reached behind her to turn the lock. “I learned during my time in the Army that I preferred to be the one in charge during sex. Maybe it was because I had no control in any other aspect of my life at the time.” He shrugged, a hungry glimmer in his eyes. “Who the hell knows where our sexual preferences come from? After basic training, a buddy of mine took me to a BDSM club, and from that point on, I was hooked. I stayed away from relationships. Never considered having a permanent sub.” He backed her up against the door, his hard cock pressing against her pussy. “Until ten minutes ago. I don’t know who the fuck sent you and who I need to thank, but right now, I don’t fucking care. All I need to know is if you taste as good as I think you will.”