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Page 45 of Long for Me

We were also eating there because my condo was just around the corner so once we ate and we’d gotten some conversation out of the way, I wouldn’t have to wait long to get her naked.

I cracked another peanut shell while she read the menu. She hadn’t said much all day after I ate her out on my desk. She’d been focused on work, not avoiding me, but quiet. After convincing her to leave her car at work, assuring her I’d get her home in the morning with plenty of time to get ready for work, she agreed with a slight glint in her eye.

A glint which said she hoped the night led to more of what I’d given her that morning.

Orgasms. Dozens of them if I could manage it. And now I was enjoying the thrill of anticipation I could physically feel rolling off her.

I cracked another shell and popped a peanut into my mouth. “You know what you’re going to order?”

She set the menu down and reached for her water. “What do you usually get here?”

“Double bacon cheeseburger loaded with fried onion rings, and a salad because my mom drilled it into me to eat my veggies.” That last part was total bullshit, but it made her smile and her shoulders relaxed. “What are you going to have?”

She sipped her water and set it back on the table, tapping the menu. “Um, is there something you’d prefer I ordered?” As she spoke, she glanced toward the bar of the restaurant, not making eye contact and a blush hit her cheeks.

Ah. That’s what was making her quiet. That had to end.

“Rebecca.” She brought her gaze to mine slowly. “Do you want me to make those decisions for you?”

Her nose scrunched like what I’d said smelled like sour milk. “Not really.”

“Then tell me what you want to eat so I can be a gentleman and order for you.”

She blinked and looked down at the menu, grinning as she dragged her blue eyes back to me. “I feel like I should be a lady, or do some girl thing when we’re on dates and order a salad, but what you suggested sounds really yummy. Except more onion rings instead of a salad, because unlike your mom, mine didn’t teach me much of anything, especially not the importance of vegetables.”

She pulled her lips to the side, chewing on the inside of her cheek and took another large drink of water.

I pushed the bowl of peanuts closer to her and placed our menus at the edge of the table. “What’s your mom like?”

Rebecca eyed the menus, then dragged her gaze to mine and sighed. “Can we wait? It’s a long story.”

“Are you ready to order?” The server asked, stepping up to our table.

I winked at Rebecca. “Saved by the bell, huh?” Turning to the server, I placed our orders and once she walked away, I turned back to Rebecca. “So. Now that we have time, care to tell me?”

She ran her hand through her hair. “My mom. She’s well, not much of a mom, I guess.” A distant expression flashed in her eyes and she shrugged. “There’s not too much to say. She wasn’t a good mom, she didn’t protect me when she should have, and when there was no reason to protect me, she never exactly cared whether I was around or not. So when I could, I left.”

So much information without giving any specifics. It had to be a gift she had. It also told me more than she thought it did.

“Your dad?” I pressed, and watched her stiffen from the question.

“I don’t like to talk about him.”

So she had shitty parents, a father figure who I assumed was absolutely not a parental figure. The first man in her life who should have shown her an ounce of respect and love and kindness and chivalry, didn’t exist.

“I’m sorry.” I leaned forward and took her hand in mine. I flipped hers over, rubbing my thumb along the lines of her palm. “Do you know why I’m asking you this?”

“To get to know me.”

I shook my head. “Nope.” I continued running my thumb against her soft flesh and lifted my gaze to meet hers. “In BDSM, there are a lot of factors that come into play when you, as a submissive, are putting your trust in your Dom. One part of negotiations and contracts which I didn’t bring up before is asking you about your past. I need to know what could trigger you during a scene to ensure that you’re able to give me you.”

She blinked and looked over my shoulder. At least I was learning her tells. When she didn’t want to talk about something, she looked to her right. That’d come in handy.

“I don’t want to talk about it now.” Her voice went soft, broken and raw.

I could give her that play, bring it up later, but I had plans for later.

“Rebecca.” When she looked at me, I stopped brushing my thumb against her hand and held it firmly but gently in mine. “I want you to know, whether we’re in public or at work, whether we’re playing sexually, watching a movie or lounging in bed, or I’m fucking you against the railing of my balcony, you are always safe with me. Always.”


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