Love My Pain (Cape Falls Book 6)(6)

“Are you curious?” William asked.

Her gaze went to Edward, and he watched as she bit that plump lip that he was dying to sink his teeth into.

“Yeah, I am, a little bit.” Her cheeks were red. What kind of curiosity was she talking about? There had been many times over the past few months that he had wanted to take her in his arms and make love to her. He held back because he didn’t know what she wanted. Of all the women he had ever known, she was one of the hardest to read. There were times he completely forgot about what he saw in the diner, what he witnessed.

When he first saw it, he had fought with his own demons. When Isabel first moved in, he was more focused on trying to get her help, and getting to know her, and helping with her sister. Then her sister left, and it was just the two of them, intimate. Now, he fought himself because of her cutting, even though there were times she looked at him, and he was sure she wanted the same things as he did.

“Well, you’ve got the cutest blush,” William said. “Why don’t you show her around the place, Edward? Let her get caught up on everything seeing as she’s going to be working here.”

“That is a good idea.” Edward held his arm out for her to link with. “Do you want to come with me?”

“I’d love a tour.”

The moment she touched him, he felt centered, focused, grounded. What he also felt was a tight stirring in his cock. Every time he was around Isabel he tried to hide it. She didn’t need his attraction right now. She was going through far too much—she had to be otherwise she wouldn’t cut herself—and him coming onto her wouldn’t help at all.

Placing his hand over hers, he smiled. “Let’s go on a tour then.”

This was the first time he had taken her around the club. Control was a nightclub at the front, and at the back, a BDSM club. There were many members. Most of them were from out of town, but in recent months a couple of locals had joined. Ryan was one of them, and he was training to be a Dom.

“Do you know what this place is?” he asked.

“Like I told you, I heard the rumors. I don’t know what is real and what’s not. I’m always open.”

Again, he was torn between the woman she was right now, and what he’d seen last night. “This is a BDSM club as well as a nightclub.”

“It’s both?”

“Yes. Does that bother you?” he asked.

She shook her head. “Nope. I don’t mind.”

“Do you know what BDSM is?”

“I do actually. I, erm, I did some research on it, and yeah, I’m fascinated.”

Edward paused to look into her eyes. She was biting that lip, showing him that she was nervous. “BDSM is a lifestyle choice, and for some a hobby.”

“What is it for you?”

“I enjoy the lifestyle. I don’t want full kink, and a twenty-four/seven slave or anything. I like to play. I like to be in control, and when I’m in control, my woman is always taken care of. Nothing is left to chance.”

“Oh.”

Edward didn’t want to dwell on it, so he moved onto a different topic. “Anyway, there are many levels of kink, many levels of submissive. You can have a pain slut, to a slave, to a need for submission. There are many Doms here who can provide those different levels.”

“Is this what you did in England?”

“Yes.”

“Do you miss it?”

“The wet soggy miserable weather? Nah, not at all. I rather like it here. Even in this weird little town. I wouldn’t have met you if I’d stayed over there.” Her smile was worth every second of worry.

He watched as she tucked some hair behind her ear and the heat filled her cheeks. He’d made her blush.

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“You’re happy that you’ve met me then?” Isabel asked. Her heart was pounding. Her pussy was soaking wet, and she couldn’t stop the spark of hope that was filling her up from his words.

“Yeah, I am.”

She wanted to ask “even with all of her quirks”, but she decided not to push it. “I’m glad I’ve met you as well.”

Neither of them spoke, and finally Edward pointed behind her. “How far does your research go?”

“There’s all different kinds of kink. Doctor, schoolgirl, uniforms, and stuff.”

“Very brief then.”

She nodded. “I didn’t go into detail.” She was terrified in case she had forgotten to remove the search history from his computer. Edward hadn’t shown any kind of attraction to her while she couldn’t stop. Even now she was wet for him, and he was giving her a tour as if they were in some kind of museum. She couldn’t get her head out of the gutter for a few minutes while he was serious.