There were going to have dinner at his place, and though he hadn’t mentioned it being big deal, Sutton sensed an important conversation would take place tonight.
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They’d enjoyed a nice dinner, and now it was time to bring up the subject of BDSM. It
bothered him that he’d become so attached to the young girl in such a small amount of time. It was in his nature to proceed with caution in all things. But it wasn’t every day he found someone who suited him so well. He was a sarcastic, asinine, old-fashioned git. He was honest enough to admit that.
Still, he couldn’t pass up because of fear and insecurity the stroke of luck that had brought this woman into his path.
On most occasions, knowledge was power, but knowing why you felt and acted a certain way didn’t necessarily make it easier to stop the behavior you were exhibiting. He cursed Christine and her harsh words once more before he returned his attention to the woman seated beside him. He’d take things one step at a time.#p#分页标题#e#
“Before we take things between us any further there’s something I need to discuss with you,” Sidney said. He poured the dessert wine into her glass and filled his own.
His throat went dry as his palms grew sweaty as he and Sutton moved from the kitchen and into the living room. They’d been seeing each other for a couple of months, and things were going well. They never ran out of things to discuss, and the passion between them sizzled. It was time to see where she stood about BDSM before they took things further.
“This sounds serious,” Sutton said.
She tilted her head to the side as he nodded. He placed his hand on the small of her back as he led her over to the couch. He held her hand to help her lower to the couch with her drink before he joined her.
“It’s important if we want to continue our relationship.”
“Are you unhappy?’
“No, my dear, quite the opposite. Things have progressed between us faster than I imagined, and I want to clear the air before we move ahead.”
“Oh?”
“There are certain things I like to do that are considered … off the beaten path.”
“Please don’t tell me you’re a swinger.”
He let out a bark of laughter.
“Exactly the opposite. I’d never share what I considered mine. It’s something that takes a certain kind of woman to handle. I’ll treat you like the most cherished being that ever existed, but in return there are certain rules you’d have to follow and games and sexual behavior I’d like to engage in.”
“Like Leigh and James?”
“Yes. Tell me, Sutton, what do you know about BDSM?”
“Honestly, not much more than what I’ve seen on the television and in the movies, and I’m smart enough to know those weren’t realistic portrayals. Hollywood likes to twist things to up the entertainment value.”
He nodded, pleased to see she hadn’t balked. “Would you be opposed to experimentation in that realm?”
“It would depend. Can you give me more details?”
“I’m what you would refer to as a Dominant, or a Dom for short.”
“So, you desire to have complete control over your… partner?”
“In my case the term is submissive, and the truth is the submissive holds all the power in the relationship. She decides her boundaries, and then in turn leaves it up to the Dom to make decisions for her.” He watched a spark of desire flicker in her eyes and felt something tighten low in his stomach.
The idea turned her on. There might be hope for this relationship yet. He would take his time and ease her into his world slowly. His lids lowered at the thought of Sutton tied to his head board as he brought her to the heights of desire. Careful, old man, don’t jump the gun. He needed to proceed with caution. They hadn’t talked much about their sex lives, and what he was proposing was anything but vanilla. The last thing he wanted was a repeat of the disastrous situation he’d found himself in with Christine. Sutton struck him as a woman who knew what she wanted. But he knew she had no clue of the full extent of what he needed from her.
He was a possessive man. She’d have to trust him implicitly and be willing to give herself over to his care in a way very few women had been able to accomplish.
“What if I don’t like something you do?” she asked.
Her eyes were lowered when she laced her fingers and placed them in her lap. It sent a thrill through him to see the submissive behavior she displayed naturally. It was almost as if she recognized the dominant in him and deferred without coaching. His cock twitched. The thought of a natural submissive intrigued him. He’d be the first one to mold her and shape her to his specific requirements.#p#分页标题#e#