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I didn’t kiss lovers. A kiss was intimate, it brought people close, and I didn’t want closeness, and if I’d had any hint of what this young woman was about to do, I’d have avoided it.
But she hadn’t given me a hint and a kiss was the last thing I’d expected, especially when it had been obvious that she was afraid of me.
I had very firm rules with the subs I indulged myself with, a protocol they had to adhere to at all times, and only rarely did a sub break them. I’d become used to total obedience. I’d become used to expecting certain things and having those expectations met.
Kisses were not part of my protocol, they’d always been off the table, and I should have been left cold by the kiss she gave me.
Except I wasn’t left cold. It was the opposite, a rush of heat flooding through me the moment her lips pressed against mine. They’d felt so soft and warm, the sweet scent of her body surrounding me.
The last time someone had kissed me, it had been fifteen years ago, when I’d tried to move on from Juliana, and all it had done had been to remind me of what I’d lost, so since then I hadn’t bothered.
Yet now…it wasn’t what I’d lost that I was conscious of but what I’d missed.
And how long it had been since anyone had surprised me so completely.
That kiss stirred something hot inside me, another reminder yet again, of how bored I was with my current crop of playmates. How no matter what I told myself, a part of me needed more, needed something different. A challenge. The opportunity to break someone new, someone who hadn’t spent years in the lifestyle knowing all there was to know about it, someone whose limits were yet to be tested and who wanted to test them.
Someone I could teach and introduce new pleasure to. Show them something about themselves that they didn’t know.
It couldn’t be her though. It shouldn’t be her. So I’d pulled her hood back, buried my fingers in her hair, and jerked her head away before she could make yet another mistake. Only to have her stare back, fury burning in her silver eyes.
A mistake. If she’d known what was good for her, she’d have lowered her gaze before mine, but she hadn’t. Which was another of my rules broken. The dominant in me didn’t like that one bit, even though this wasn’t a scene we were playing, and before I knew what I was doing, I’d leaned forward and taken that sulky mouth of hers in return, to teach her a lesson in who was in charge.
She was supposed to be untouchable, yet my fingers were buried in the soft silk of her hair and I could smell candy floss and sweet feminine musk, and a long, lazy hunger unfurled inside me.
I could think of a thousand ways to take this beautiful mouth. A thousand things I wanted to do to it, a thousand things I wanted to do with it. Things she’d enjoy, that we’d both enjoy.
She’d gone still, her shock palpable, and if I hadn’t been so surprised at my own actions, I would have let her go. But I didn’t. And there was a second where her mouth softened slightly and I prepared to take advantage, taste her fully.
Then her teeth closed on my lower lip, and she bit me. Hard.
For a second, I froze because the little witch had taken me by surprise again. Then even that thought was lost beneath the heat rushing up inside me, the dominant growling in pleasure at the sexual challenge and wanting more. Demanding it. Determined to have her obedience. Determined to break her so that she’d offer me the sweetest gift of all: her submission.
It had been too long, far too long since I’d had more than the practiced obedience of experienced subs and it was clearly time I acknowledged that. But if I wanted that particular challenge, I’d have to find it elsewhere. It couldn’t be with this little one, no matter how tempting she was proving to be.
She was too young, too inexperienced, and too afraid. I’d been using that fear for my own ends, hoping to break her, but now I found myself reconsidering my tactics. They hadn’t worked so far on her and now I was losing my taste for it.
I needed to change my plan.
The temptation to deepen the kiss, to ravage her mouth, was strong, but I shoved it aside. Instead, pulling my head away, I gripped the silk binding her wrists and jerked her out of her seat and into my lap. She gasped as I settled her facing me, astride my thighs, her hands held securely between us. Her cloak had fallen open to reveal her naked body, all pretty curves and pale skin and silvery curls. A beautiful young woman.
But I didn’t look. I met the blazing silver of her stare instead, seeing through her fury to the fear that lay beneath it.
She was trembling and trying to hide it, and like a cornered kitten she was biting and clawing at anyone who approached her, including me.
I couldn’t have that.
Gripping the silk around her bound wrists with one hand in case she tried to lash out, I rearranged the fabric of her cloak with the other, so it covered her, hopefully making her feel less vulnerable.
“No biting,” I ordered. “Now. Tell me who hurt you.”
She was breathing very fast, and I could feel that tremble shaking her. Yet she only stared at me with dogged fury. “No one.”
“Are we really going to do this yet again? You’re terrified of me and I’m tired of your denials. Tell me.”
“I’m not fucking terrified.” Her stubborn little chin lifted even higher. “And why should I tell you anyway? I don’t owe you anything.”
“Oh, but you do. I paid five hundred thousand dollars for your virginity so an answer to a question is the least of what you owe me.”