Page 41 of Glamour & Gumballs

The last bit was an order—maybe the first order he’d ever given me.

I liked it more than I wanted to admit.

“How dominant are you in bed?” I asked him, forcing myself not to move anymore so we could slow it down the way he wanted.

“As dominant as you want me to be.”

I scowled. “No, Rhett. How dominant are you?”

His eyes flashed. “I don’t know. I’ve never let go of control enough to find out.”

The wetness between my thighs increased dramatically. “Let’s find out, then.”

I started to move my hips lightly, but a knock at the door had me freezing.

Was it locked?

What if Kyle was back earlier than he’d planned?

We—

“Breakfast is ready,” a pleasant female voice said. “And your massage therapists are waiting in the room. Kyle’s still in the mud bath, and would prefer you go without him.”

I opened my mouth to tell her we weren’t hungry, or that we’d eat later.

But my mind went back to Rhett saying he wasn’t sure how dominant he was.

That he had never let himself find out.

So… maybe I couldn’t abandon my chaos just yet.

Closing my mouth, I let him decide for us.

Rhett’s jaw was clenched.

He hadn’t gotten off, so it’d be a lot shittier for him than me if we stopped.

A minute passed.

Then another.

He watched me, waiting for me to make up my mind.

Instead, I shrugged.

“We’re coming,” he finally told the woman. Lowering his voice, he said, “I should feed you.”

I didn’t tell him that the only thing I wanted him to feed me was his cock.

I needed to figure out exactly who he was and how much he chose to fight his needs and desires. And I needed to do it before I committed to anything with him. Before I let myself take charge the way I wanted to, too.

Because I wasn’t going to spend an eternity mated to someone who refused to fight for what he wanted—or even to tell me what he wanted.

We’d already made progress on that front, but everything was new.

Really new.

So… I had to let him take charge for a bit, even if it wasn’t natural for me.

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