Page 11 of Quarantined With the Soldier

“Is that true?” She asked.

She didn’t want to be not tied down anymore. In fact, that was exactly what she wanted. She wanted him to pull out some roped and bind her wrists together, flip her over, and slide into her from behind. She wanted him to make her come over and over until she couldn’t remember her own name.

She wanted all of that and more.

She needed it.

“Yes,” he said. “But Ava, I’m different now.”

“You’re kinky.”

“I’m kinky, and you’re a sweet girl, but I don’t know if you realize exactly what I want to do to you.”

Oh, she knew, and she knew something else, too: Antonia had taught her more about BDSM than Dylan might ever know. No, the two of them hadn’t slept together, but Antonia had been a submissive. She had taught Ava that sometimes, the only way to get what you wanted was to go after it hard and fast by doing something called bratting.

And oh, that was something Ava could do right now.

She could brat.

She could be naughty.

She could use her words and her body and her teasing to convince her Dom to do what she wanted.

That was part of the fun of kink, wasn’t it?

“I know exactly what you want to do,” she told him firmly. “And I want that, too.”

“You’re vanilla,” he repeated.

“I think you’re just scared,” she taunted.

That caught him off-guard. He stilled, looking at her.

“What did you say?”

“Oh, I think you heard me just fine,” she insisted. “I think the big, bad Dom is suddenly frightened of a wee little vanilla cupcake.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he said.

“Yes, I do, but if you’re too afraid…”

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