His tongue ran across her lip, and she opened up to him. Never had she been kissed before, and Edward, he was making her first kiss one to remember. This was what she had been spending most of her nights dreaming about.
Sinking her fingers into his short hair, she held him close, and kissed him back with a passion that she hoped didn’t show her lack of experience. She wanted him, craved his touch, and needed him more than anything else.
Her heart soared as his kiss deepened. The hand on her cheek moved down, grasping her waist, and then cupping her ass.
All too soon, he stopped, pressing his head against hers, and sighing.
She didn’t want it to end.
“This is why I won’t be having a submissive, Isabel. There is no one else I want but you.”
“You want me?” She hadn’t anticipated that.
“Yes, I want you, and I know I shouldn’t.”
“Why?” she asked. There was no reason they couldn’t be together. Nothing stopped them.
“First, our ages. You’re a lot younger than me.”
“I don’t care about that. I’m twenty-five years old. Age means nothing.”
He tapped her thigh where she had cut herself last night. “This means something, Isabel.”
“I can stop.”
She watched as he gritted his teeth.
“Being a submissive, you have to follow instructions. You have to be part of it.”
“I can do that.” She had been following instructions all of her life. Isabel knew better than anyone else how to follow them.
Again, Edward looked sad.
“What is it?” she asked. “Please, give me this chance.” She never thought she would be begging for a man to take her as she was Edward. It was pitiful. For her, it was Edward. She couldn’t lose him. She didn’t want to lose him.
“I’m not denying you, but I’m also not going to completely agree either,” he said. “We’ll take this slow. I shouldn’t have kissed you like that, and I’m sorry.”
“I loved it. It was my first kiss.” There was no point denying it.
“Your first kiss?”
She nodded.
Edward stared at her. “If that was your first kiss, does that mean…”
“I’ve never had sex before. I’ve never been in a relationship.” She shrugged. “I’ve never wanted to be.”
“You want to be in one with me?”
She nodded again. “Yes. I like you, Edward.” She did like him, so much. It was hard for her to put her true feelings into words. In her world, she couldn’t voice anything. She always had to keep everything locked inside so no one knew how afraid, how angry she was. The life they had all been dealt with was the one she had to live with. She had been dealing for a long time.
“Do you even know what this means?” he asked. “Being mine?”
Isabel licked her lips. Part of her wanted to lie, but she knew that wouldn’t be good either. “No. I don’t know what it all means.”
“Then before you even think of making that commitment, you need to know what you’re offering.”
It didn’t matter what she had to do. She would do whatever he wanted, and be whatever he needed her to be.
Chapter Three
Taking Isabel on a tour wasn’t that bad. Edward was finding everything surreal when it came to her. She wanted to be his submissive even without knowing everything.
“I’m screwed,” he said, talking to Ryan.
“You mean because you’ve got your little cutter working here?” Ryan asked.
“Keep your voice down.”
Isabel was with the women who had finally decided to turn up to the club, and Edward was trying not to freak out.
“She’s distracted over there. I’d never say anything that she could actually hear. Give me some class.”
“And you wonder why your wife left you?”
“Actually, I left her because she was denying the fact she was gay.”
Edward frowned. “Huh?”
“Yep. My wife was gay, and we were married to each other because our parents wanted us to be, not because we wanted to be. You have certainly come to a weird ass town.”
“I like weird. It’s normal I can’t stand.” He stared at Isabel, trying to figure her out. One moment she seemed so fragile that imagining a life with her was out of the question. That was only because he knew about the cutting.
Would it matter without the cutting?
He was so confused, and for him, that meant something.
“What is normal? A guy and girl marrying, and being in love, having a couple of kids? Is that what you consider normal?”
“I don’t know what I consider normal. I only know what I’ve been told, and guess what? I don’t like it.”