Maybe he was going to tell her that she wasn’t worth the trouble. Maybe he’d warn her that this thing between them couldn’t happen. Was that what Daniel was going to say?
Was he going to tell her to get lost?
She closed her eyes, unable to look at him anymore.
He stepped closer.
“Meredith.”
She squeezed her eyes tighter shut.
“Meredith.”
She kept her eyes closed.
“Meredith, open your fucking eyes,” he said. She felt something sharp and instantly, her eyes opened. She looked down at her clothed chest.
“Did you just flick my tit?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Oh, princess. You know why.”
“I didn’t listen,” she whispered.
“You say you want something to happen between us,” he said. “You know what kind of man I am, Meredith. That’s not a secret. I’ve never hid this from you.”
“I know.”
“If you want this thing to happen, then you’re going to submit to me, princess.”
“I know.”
“I don’t think you do. Submitting means you’re on your knees rubbing your pussy while I fuck your throat. It means I bend you over the counter and slide deep inside of your pussy until you’re coming undone. It means I want to hear your beg for me. I want you to cry for me. I want all of that and more, princess. Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
His words were dark and delicious and bad.
Naughty.
Did she want all of that?
The girls in the books she read about were brave and wild, and she could be that way, too. She knew that she could. Yeah, she thought that was what she wanted.
She wanted to be with a guy who wasn’t afraid to take charge and Dominate her.
She wanted that with the cowboy.
But she had to ask.
She knew that she had to ask.
“I think that sounds like fun,” she whispered.
“Not always. It might not always be fun. That’s the beauty of BDSM, princess. Sometimes it’s hard and sometimes it’s difficult. It’s not always fun, but it’ll make you a better person and it’ll definitely make you come.”
“You want to make me come?”