Page 69 of Falling for the Boss's Son

“What, then?”

“I’m not sure how to be your submissive. I’m supposed to do what you tell me to do, but then I get so caught up when you touch me that I forget everything but how it feels when I’m with you.” Cassie lowered her gaze. “I don’t want to screw this up.”

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Now they were getting to the heart of the issue. Her family. His family. All of that was a smoke screen to what was really bothering her.

“Cassie, do you feel you can’t be yourself around me?”

She lifted her head to meet his gaze. “Sometimes.”

He put his fork down and held her gaze. “Why do you feel you can’t be yourself?”

“You want me to be submissive.”

“Did you like it when I put you over my knee and spanked you?”

She started to speak, then stopped herself. Then, she began again, only to again remain silent. He waited her out, deciding to resume eating his breakfast while she gathered her thoughts.

Several minutes later, she sighed, and he returned his fork to his plate. “I shouldn’t have.”

He understood her confusion. It had been years since he’d played with a submissive who was new to the lifestyle. Sometimes, they had problems reconciling themselves to enjoying submission. The modern world screams women should be aggressive and go after what they want. Letting a man dominate them, and liking it, seems like something they should run away from.

But he had no doubt in his mind Cassie was submissive. Her reaction to his spanking was proof of that. Not to mention how she’d responded to his other dominant behaviors in the bedroom.

He knew he was going to have to push her out of her comfort zone. The sooner she admitted her needs to herself, her desires, the better off they’d both be. “We all have needs, Cass. It’s not something to be ashamed of.”

“But it’s embarrassing.”

Jesse raised his eyebrows in question. “Why is it embarrassing?”

“Things aren’t supposed to be that way. Women aren’t supposed to want that anymore.”

“Do you think I’d ever force you to do something you truly didn’t want to do?”

She thought about it for a moment before answering. “No.”

“What we do isn’t something you should be embarrassed about as long as it’s something we both want and enjoy. Most people don’t venture outside of the norm when it comes to relationships and sex and to me that’s a pity. Learning your partner’s needs can be extremely fulfilling. It can also bring them closer. We’ve only been together for two nights and already I know how your skin flushes as you near orgasm. I know the way your body shakes right before you come. And I know how to make you shiver with need just from running my lips along your neck.”

He watched a shiver ripple through her body and knew she was turned on. That hadn’t been his intention, but he’d take it.

“I don’t want you to ever feel like you can’t come to me with what you need. My job as your Dominant is to make sure your needs are met. But I can’t fix something I don’t know about. So if there’s something bothering you, I need you to come to me.”

She took a calming breath and nodded. “All right.”

“Good.” He picked up his fork again. “Now eat your breakfast before it gets cold.”

He finished eating and waited for her, not wanting to rush her or pull her into another discussion. Once they were both done eating, they cleaned up their dishes and moved to the living room. They had no real plans for the day and that was perfect, in his opinion. He needed time to decompress after the week he’d had at the office.

Settling onto the couch, he pulled her against him, tucking her into his side. They needed to talk, but he was willing to do this at her pace. For now. He was hoping, however, she’d understand the importance of communication and push the conversation forward herself.

Several minutes passed before she twisted into the cutest little pout. “If there’s something I want to try, then I can tell you, right?”

“Of course.” He paused. “It doesn’t mean we’ll do it, or maybe not immediately, but I always want to know what you’re thinking.”

Cassie nodded. “When I was doing research on BDSM, I noticed the Doms tended to use a lot of…toys on their submissives.”

She paused as if she were expecting him to answer a question she hadn’t asked. Instead, he let her statement hang in the air, waiting.

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