Page 65 of Indecent Obsession
He clears his throat. “You wanted to know what I want from you and I need to understand what you need from me. This may be temporary, but if we’re going to go beyond just sex, we need to understand what that means for both of us.”
I swallow my bite of food and take a drink. Trying to hide my shocked look, I say, “So we’re going to have the sex talk? At work?”
“In a sense. And it’s our lunch hour. We’re off the clock.” He takes a drink and meets my eyes, sending a warm shiver down my spine. “What do you know about dominant-submissive relationships?”
My smile is uncontainable. Never in a million years would I have believed I would be eating in Wyatt Hawkins’s office about to discuss the intricacies of a Dom/sub relationship. Even more far-fetched, discussing our relationship.
“I mean, I’ve read a few romances with BDSM in them, but I haven’t really looked into the actual lifestyle. The books present the fantasy side of it, but not always the reality.” I eat more of my sandwich as I think. “So, what do I know? Not much really.”
“And your sexual experience is limited to what we’ve done this weekend.” He wets his lips and my insides burst into flames.
“Yes. But nothing has been too much.” I don’t know why I want to assure him of that. This isn’t a long-term relationship for either of us. It’s just a way to get each other out of our systems.
“Good.” He wipes his hands on the napkin. “I don’t want a slave-master relationship. That’s not really what I’m into. I’ve tried it before and found it annoying more than appealing.”
My last bite of sandwich falls like a lump in my stomach. He’s done this before. Of course he’s done this before. Just because I saved myself for him doesn’t mean he saved himself for me. I drink some water. “You don’t want me to be your sex slave.”
“Mmm.” He finishes his drink and leans back on the couch to look at me. His brown eyes take in every inch of me and it’s hard not to squirm under his scrutiny. “First, we need to talk protocol.”
Setting my water bottle down on the coffee table and slipping off my shoes, I turn on the couch to face him. “Okay. What does that mean?”
“What I expect of you as mine.”
A little thrill races through me. I want to be his. It’s all I ever wanted.
“My expectations and when you should do them. Obviously, we have a different situation than most.” He gives me a little smile that makes my insides flame.
“We do.” I run my hand over my skirt before lifting my gaze back to his.
“We’re going to be together a lot, but this relationship doesn’t leave the apartment.”
My heart stops. Oh. The reminder hurts a little. We’re a secret, but I’m okay with that part. “That makes sense.”
He tips my chin up and glances at the door. “Or if we’re sure we’re in private, away from prying eyes.”
I arch an eyebrow. “So, if we’re together and sure no one who shouldn’t know about our relationship is around…”
“We can slip into our roles if we choose.” He trails his thumb over my lower lip.
Sparks drift through me. “And what are our roles?”
“Lovers.”
My pulse quickens.
“Dom and sub. Brat. Sometimes, hunter and prey.”
Brat? Hunter? Prey? Heat fills me. My lips part at the darkness in his eyes. “So what are the rules?”
“I’ll train you. Show you some positions. We’ll have a code word that means we’re entering a scene. If there’s something new I want to try, we’ll discuss it before we act it out.” His hand drops to my skirt. “Or anything you’d like to try.”
“Positions?” I place my hand over his large, warm, ridged hand. My eyes meet his.
He smirks. “Not necessarily sexual. Like kneeling or sitting. But we might get to presenting.”
I almost ask what that means, but he turns his hand over to take mine, pulling me closer to him so his leather scent and the allure of his body overwhelm me.
“I have rules for you, trouble.” He brushes my hair over my shoulder and leans in so his lips caress my ear. “And punishments for disobeying.”
