What the fuck? Anger hit her low in the belly, and she fought to keep it from bursting out. No emotions. Well, maybe on his side, but on hers ... her emotions were hers. She took a deep breath and forced her anger away. Just because she lusted after Cole didn’t mean he felt the same. “I can handle that.” She was proud her voice was strong and steady.
“You know about safewords?”
“Yes.” She’d told him so on the way home from the club. It hit her, then, that he was taking her seriously. Her heart pounded in anticipation.
“Red stops everything; yellow means slow down; green if you’re good. I expect you to safeword out if you need to. I will be watching you closely, and if I feel you’re not using a safeword when you should, I will call a halt to our play.”
“Okay.” Her clit pulsed in anticipation.
“I expect you to call me ‘Sir’ while we’re playing. Any other time, it’s just normal Cole and Janie. If we happen to be out in public, it’s Cole. What happens between us is between us, no one else’s business.”
“I agree.” She really didn’t care what other people thought. “And I’m not into the twenty-four/seven type of lifestyle.”
“I’m not either.” He picked up the journal and handed it to her. “You’re an independent woman, and I admire that about you.”
Her heart swelled, then she looked at the journal. “What’s the journal for?”
“For you to write in.” His fingers caressed the skin above her knee, and she drew in a sharp breath of arousal. How could his touch do this to her?
“Obvious, but why?”
“Each night you will write at least one page about your sexual journey that day, be it a normal day or a play day. You’ll bring it to me at breakfast the next day so I can read it.”
“Read it.” She shook her head. There was no way she was putting down her feelings, wants, and needs for him to read. Wait a second. “You want me to write about sex?”
“Not just sex.” He leaned forward until his breath brushed her face. His gaze bored into hers. “It’s about how you feel about what I’m doing to you. Do you like it? Hate it? Do you want more? Are you frustrated? Have you pleasured yourself that day? Had an orgasm? Everything, Janie.”
“I ... I don’t know if I can do that.” He wanted her to expose her soul to him, and she wasn’t ready to do that. She had some secrets she wasn’t ready to reveal.
“Do what you can, I’ll know when you’re holding back.”
“Okay.” She’d barely said the word when Cole sat back and the pressure in her chest lightened. Carefully, she set the journal on her stomach, picked the necklace out of the box, and slipped it on. She shivered when the cool metal touched her skin. “I’d like to play, Sir.”
His deep blue eyes darkened. “Go to the spare bedroom. There you will strip and kneel facing the door.” He stood up and adjusted his shorts.
Janie hid a smile as she gathered up the journal, the box the necklace had come in, and the papers off her stomach.
“I’ll take the papers.” Cole slipped them from her grasp. She’d only taken two steps when he spoke again. “You have ten minutes to be ready. Disobey me and I will punish you. What I did this morning was light and playful compared to what I can do.”
Her pussy moistened at his words. “Yes, Sir.” She jogged into the house. Ten minutes was a lifetime.
Cole stood on the patio willing his erection to subside as Janie flounced into the house. While he still had some issues with Janie being a grown woman, he wasn’t about to let some asshat Dom wannabe try to teach her. He wanted her safe. He wouldn’t let something happen to her as it had with his sister. He would make sure Janie was safe.
His heart constricted. If only Sally had come to him when she wanted to explore BDSM. He would have steered her in the right direction. Hell, even their father would have. If Sally hadn't kept her needs secret, she might still be alive today. Cole shook his head to dispel his thoughts of his sister. He would teach Janie how a competent, experienced Dom should act, so she’d know right from wrong and not get into trouble. He could keep his emotions in check. With sharp movements, he picked up the empty tea glasses and took them inside.
Before going upstairs, he made a quick detour to his playroom and picked out a few items, putting them in a bag before going to his room. He stood in front of his closet. Did he want to dress like he would if they were going to Whips or wear something more comfortable? It had been a while since he’d played with anyone at either the club or at home. When had he’d grown so staid?
Cole laughed. Work had taken over his life after his father’s passing. His libido had woken up when Janie burst back into his life a few months ago. But he’d take his time and show her pleasure. Nothing in his closet held appeal.
The shorts he was wearing would have to work, and he could strip off the shirt he wore if needed. Teaching Janie also meant teaching her how to please a man, so his dick needed to be accessible.
The clock on his dresser said twelve minutes had passed. He grabbed his play bag and, barefooted, padded down the hallway and stood in the doorway of the spare bedroom. His breath caught in his throat.
Janie was kneeling on the floor, a small padded exercise mat beneath her knees. Her legs were spread, her hands were on her thighs, and her head was bowed. The necklace nestled into the hollow of her throat. She was gorgeous. He moved into the room, opened his bag, and placed the toys he wanted on the small table before covering it with a towel. He set his bag next to the small dresser where it was out of the way.
“Very good, pet,” he said.
She jumped at his voice but didn’t raise her head or speak. He strode over to her, taking in every nuance. She’d braided her hair so it wouldn’t be in the way. Her skin glowed with excitement. He stared in surprise at the two tattoos on her back, one on each shoulder blade. If he hadn’t been staring at them so intently, he might have missed the slight tremor that shook her body.
