Page 59 of Rough Ride

He smiled. He knew that much of what the public thought about submission and Domination was fucked up. And, from the moment he found an outlet as a Dom, he stopped caring what other people thought about it. For him, it wasn’t that he had to convince her that he wanted her. She knew that. He also knew Crysta wanted him. That night in Honolulu had taught him that.

No, now when she came to him, she would be giving him the ultimate surrender.

And what Dom wouldn’t want that?

A floorboard creaked behind him, and he hid a smile as he took another sip. He had no doubt who was there.

“Have you eaten dinner, yet?” she asked.

He glanced over his shoulder and hid his reaction. At least he hoped he did. She’d been to town with Jerry, and she was wearing one of those sundresses she loved. This one was yellow, bright like the sun and her personality.

“I had a bite to eat earlier. Did you and Jerry have a good time?”

She chuckled. “I’m not sure if I would call it a good time. Jerry might never recover from shopping for my Dad’s birthday. The man acts like he’s never been out shopping with a woman.”

“I have a feeling he hasn’t been for a while.”

She sighed and walked to the chair in front of his desk. “Are you going to stop avoiding me?”

“I haven’t been. I’ve been giving you time to think.”

“About?”

“Don’t play coy, love. You know what I want. You want it too, but I know you needed the time to think about it.”

“And it’s my choice.”

“I want you. I think we both know that. And I know that having you submit to me will be the most amazing experience.”

“We need rules, Eli.”

He nodded. “I always have rules, love.”

“No. About the ranch. That’s business. Submission, that relationship stops when we leave the bedroom.”

He nodded. “Agreed.”

She stared at him for a long time. He knew she wanted it as much as he did.

“Okay.”

His heart squeezed tight as he tried to accept that she had just agreed. “Well, then, I think we need to go upstairs.”

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Each step up the stairs had made her hotter. Crysta had never been one for rushing things. Anticipation always made sex—especially when playing—so much more intense.

When they were in Eli’s room, he said nothing, leaving her standing in the middle of the floor.

“One thing I noticed about our time together was how much you liked to be spanked.”

He stepped closer and moved her hair, draping it over her shoulder.

“Doncha?”

She nodded.

“So, I guess I need a safe word, and then, you agree to submission for tonight. You do as I command in this room. Do you have any kind of things you won’t do? Anal?”

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