“Are you hungry, Sir?” I asked when we stepped inside.
“Yes.”
“Would you like me to make dinner?”
Sir turned to face me. “That would be nice. Something fast. But remove your clothes first.”
I nodded, then in a flurry of movement, I did as he requested, placing my clothing in a pile on the counter. Once I was naked, I headed for the kitchen. He left me there and I glanced through the ingredients. My first choice was baked potatoes with broccoli, cheddar cheese, and ham. Before I started preparing it, I went in search of Sir. He was in the bedroom, changing into jeans.
My breath halted in my lungs as I stared at his nearly naked form. His muscular calves, his thick thighs, his perfectly curved butt, the sexy taper of his waist and the breadth of his shoulders made my mouth water. The man was inherently male and the sight of him called to me on so many levels.
Although he was definitely sexy, I wasn’t in here to ogle him, so I shook off the thought and told him what my thoughts were on dinner and asked if he was okay with that. He answered with a simple yes.
It felt strange asking him so many questions, but I was trying to abide by the rules. I realized it was inconvenient for both of us; however, it was better than what had happened after our incident at the club. I had practically ignored him, which I now realized was both selfish and childish. The fact that he hadn’t let me go told me he held out hope for me, and I wanted to prove to him that I was worth the effort.
When dinner was ready, I found him in the living room reading something on his iPad. He joined me at the dining table. We ate in silence until I decided to broach the subject of the club.
“Sir, would you mind if I ask you questions about what happened on Saturday night?”
His eyes lifted to mine. “You can ask me anything. I’ve already told you that.”
I took a sip of sweet tea. “Do you usually scene with Master?”
“Not always, but a majority of the time, yes.”
I felt myself blush as I thought of my next question. It took me a second, but I finally blurted it out. “The scene we did…you called it sensation play. Do a lot of subs enjoy that?”
His dark eyebrows lifted. “Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes, Sir. I did. Very much.” I took a deep breath. “I was hesitant at first, but I trusted you to know how far to push me. The thought of orgasming in front of other people frightened me the most. It’d been somewhat different on the island, but at the club…it was terrifying.”
“I noticed that.”
I wasn’t sure how he could read me so well, but I figured it had to do with his experience.
“What was the prickly thing that you used?”
“It’s called a Wartenburg wheel.” He leaned back, seemingly more comfortable with my line of questioning.
“It scared me at first, but I enjoyed it. The opposing sensations were overwhelming.” I glanced down at the table, then back up to look in his eyes. “I know that there were two of you. Is it the same without so much sensation?”
“It depends on the sub.” He narrowed his eyes. “I know what you want, Luci. I’m not oblivious to it. I can see the attraction you have for my brother.” His eyes went back to his plate. “You know what? I’m done with dinner. Why don’t you finish eating, then clean up? We can continue this conversation in the living room.”
My heart ached at the way he said it. As though I felt more for Master than I did for him. I knew he had purposely changed the subject and I couldn’t blame him. Based on the way I reacted Saturday night, he had no idea how I truly felt.
“Yes, Sir.”
I watched as he left the room before I got up and cleared the table. I hand washed the dishes since there weren’t that many, then wiped down the counters and table. When I was finished, I shored up my nerve and went to the living room.
He was sitting on the sofa, but the television wasn’t on and he wasn’t reading.
I knew what I had to do.
“Sir, may I kneel at your feet?”
His eyes slowly lifted to mine. “Yes.”
I walked over to him, then eased down onto my knees in front of him. I sat close enough that I could touch his leg, wanting to be near him.
“Can I be honest with you, Sir?”
“I expect nothing less.”
Knowing that he didn’t feel the same for me that I felt for him, I decided I would tell him exactly what was taking place inside my heart, no matter how he reacted to it.
