“I especially love doing anything and every thing to torture with pleasure. You are probably experiencing some of that now.”
She blew out a hard breath. “You have no idea.”
“Actually I do. When I got interested in the lifestyle I went to a very thorough trainer.”
He left it at that and Maggie whimpered. What a tease. She wanted to know details. If she pictured him with… Oh God.
“While most of my interest lies in dominating you sexually, I live my life very much in control, so I’ll probably take charge a lot. While I do love a good spanking, if I have to get more creative with my punishments, I’m up for the challenge. Have you ever heard of domestic discipline?”
Her stomach tumbled as more excitement built. “Yes, of course.”
“We’ll set up rules and breaking them will always come with consequences. Especially if it in any way jeopardizes your safety.”
She watched him intently as he explained his expectations. She loved the clear excitement shining in his eyes. She’d never experienced this level of communication with a lover and it felt refreshing.
Though Tucker wasn’t technically her lover yet. What did she call a man who’d tied her to a bondage wheel and touched her more intimately than anyone before without actually having sex? He’d gone without pleasure throughout their entire scene, yet he sat next to her explaining how she would become his submissive.
Talk about surreal.
“How do you feel so far? Okay?”
Maggie blinked, tuning into Tucker’s voice. “Yes, Sir,” she answered without hesitation.
“Good, because there is more. Some of which you will discover tonight.”
Her muscles clenched. She had a feeling whatever he had up his sleeve for the rest of their date was going to blow her mind.
“I’ve been known to share my submissive.”
“Really?” she blurted. He couldn’t have shocked her more if he’d tried although why she couldn’t say. There were so many facets to BDSM and sharing was not at all uncommon. Some of her old fantasies resurfaced.
“I wondered how you’d react to that little nugget. Although I’m not sure you understand what I’m saying.”
Maggie creased her brow. “What do you mean?”
“My kink has its limits. Most of the time, we’ll be alone out at the house, where things can be as casual or as strict as I like. But every once in a blue moon I like to go to a club and all that entails. Protocols, leather, intense equipment and sometimes playing with others.”
“More intense than a bondage wheel?”
Tucker grabbed a fistful of her hair and slowly pulled her neck back. “Stop interrupting, Miss Maggie. You don’t want to borrow more trouble than your butt can cash tonight.”
A giggle slipped from her mouth. She couldn’t help herself. “I haven’t heard anyone say that since I was a little girl and my mother was getting annoyed with me.”
His grip on her hair tightened and the pleasure sensation of his dominance edged closer to pain. “Okay fine. Have it your way. We’ll take care of this very soon.”
Before she could respond the waiter arrived with their food. He stared at Tucker’s hand still tucked in her hair pulling her head back. Maggie fought the embarrassment. He wouldn’t understand that she wanted this from Tucker. He probably thought she was being harassed.
After a few tense seconds, Tucker eased his grip and slipped his hand free. An odd mixture of relief and disappointment washed over her. Her appetite for food had dimmed in the midst of Tucker’s confessions. He’d told her several of his wants and the immediate urge to give him what he needed over came her.
The waiter set down their plates and asked Tucker if he required anything else. Tucker winked at him and told him no. She stared down at her exquisitely-prepared chicken and wished she still wanted to eat it.
“What’s wrong, Maggie? Are you not happy with your food?”
She glanced up at him. Fuck he looked gorgeous. Don’t look at his mouth. The second she thought it, his lips became her new obsession. Even pursed in a slight frown, he had the most kissable lips she’d ever seen. Was that weird to say about a guy? She didn’t care. He had a mouth she’d give anything to have on her body again.
“Oh no, it looks delicious.” She picked up her napkin and placed it on her lap before lifting her fork and digging in. If getting through dinner meant they’d get to the fun quicker, she’d eat anything he put in front of her.
“Questions,” Tucker began. “I imagine we both will have them. Shall I start or do you want to go first?”
A million thoughts whirred through her mind. What did she want to know? As inquisitive as she tended to be it shocked her to draw a blank at a time like this.