Page 52 of Bound By Words

“I’m here,” I smiled, knowing I was getting caught up in my head again. Maybe that was why I’d never settled down. I didn’t want to make the same mistakes my father did and the ones his father thought he had made. “Sorry, I just get distracted sometimes.”

“Hmm, you can talk to me about it if you want to. I won’t force you, but I’m listening if you need me.”

While oddly reminiscent of my own from the day before, her words were comforting, and I had to respect that she was leaving it to me to share my burdens. I’d had so many women who thought they could fix me, but some things you couldn’t force. It’d taken me over twenty years to finally forgive my father for everything he’d done. For all the ways he’d destroyed my childhood memories, for the events of his last two years alive.

“Let’s eat first. Then we can have the serious discussions.” I nodded toward the couch, not wanting to bother setting the table. Sitting side by side, somewhere comfortable to talk this morning, seemed easier.

“Sounds ominous.”

Shaking my head, I led her to the living room with both plates in my hands, waiting until she was seated to pass off her food and sit beside her. “Not scary, just important.”

“Mmmm,” she hummed as she took her first bite, closing her eyes with a smile. “I know kidnapping is frowned upon, but I think you need to come to be my personal chef in Chicago.”

“Not exactly my wheelhouse, but I’m not opposed to a visit…or two.” Hopefully, many more.

“Good to know,” she smiled as she ate, humming with every bite. If I hadn’t controlled myself, I would have already stripped her down, eaten her for breakfast this morning, and maybe fed her a little sausage of my own.

Trying to discreetly rearrange your erection while enjoying breakfast with a beautiful woman was an almost unbearable test of restraint. I felt like I was edging myself, denying my intense attraction to Kelly. My common sense managed to keep my baser instincts at bay—just barely—until she finished, laying her empty plate on the coffee table and turning to face me.

“So what’s this important discussion we need to have?”

Placing my empty plate next to hers, I leaned back into the cushion, spreading my arm along the back, grazing a fingertip against her bare shoulder.

“What are your thoughts on learning about my lifestyle?”

Her eyes widened, her mouth dropping open slightly as she shifted on the cushion, my eyes falling to where her nipples had puckered against her shirt. Well, that was a favorable reaction.

“Like with you?”

“Yes, like with me. In a dynamic of sorts. You seemed to have a very visceral reaction to my words last night, and I wanted to see if that was something you wanted to explore further.”

“In a what?”

“A dynamic. A relationship—likely temporary—where I teach you more about kink. Since our physical chemistry is so intense, I thought you might be interested in playing with me a little while you’re here.”

“Here?” she asked, eyes wide. “As in my brother’s house? Don’t you need special equipment or something to do this?”

“Not always,” I smiled, loving how she was squirming in her seat. The idea clearly intrigued her, most likely to an arousing extent, and I clenched my fist in my lap to keep from reaching over to see how excited she might be. Her nipples were already attempting to burrow through the fabric covering them, and my mouth watered at the thought of how slick her pussy would be against my fingers.

“Uh,” she cleared her throat, looking away from me, her body shuddering slightly as I saw goosebumps break out across her shoulder. Lovely. I traced the puckered skin with the tip of my finger, my pulse racing at the quiet gasp that fell from her lips. I hadn’t intended to touch her while we talked, but I couldn’t resist. “How…I mean, what?”

“Breathe, sunshine,” I whispered as I leaned toward her, brushing a strand of hair from her shoulder before softly kissing her skin. “You don’t need to be nervous.”

“Right now?” she squeaked as her head fell back against the cushion, her chest pressing forward at my gentle touch. She was still so responsive to me, which made the precarious situation in my pants even more dangerous. I couldn’t lose control with her. I didn’t have her consent to play yet and didn’t fully know what she needed from me.

“No,” I whispered, shifting backward and settling into the opposite corner of the couch, out of touching distance from her. “There are some things we need to discuss first, and you’d need to fill out a limits checklist before we can truly talk about your interests.”

She blinked, drawing her legs up and hugging them to her chest. I recognized it as a defensive posture, but however she needed to cope with this was valid. I wasn’t a threat to her. I just wanted to bring her pleasure.

“And you just carry one of those around with you in your Bronco?” she asked, her typical sarcasm flaring as she stared over at my relaxed posture.

“Well, I have my standard documents stored in a Dropbox account, so yes, I just carry them around with me in a way.”

“Waiting for unsuspecting women to fall for your charm?”

Frowning, I watched her, taking in her tense posture and the way she was gnawing on the corner of her lip. I’d made her uncomfortable, or at least nervous. It was hard to decipher which. I knew I hadn’t misinterpreted her attraction to me sexually, but maybe she’d just been caught up in the moment last night.

“It’s alright if this isn’t what you want. I’m not interested in pressuring you into anything. But this is part of who I am, what I need, so if it’s not for you, we keep our hands to ourselves from now on.” Please don’t let that be what you want.

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