Page 51 of The Game

I nod against him. His fingers trail up my side, making me shiver.

“We did basically everything you could think of and found what worked and what didn’t for us. Right around our first anniversary, I…uhh…floated that idea to her. I’m assuming you had a safe word with them?”

His voice lowers, and his hand stills.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Was there ever a situation where you all chose to remove that?”

I feel my brows furrow, but at the same time, my thighs clench and my heart races a little harder.

“I mean…I guess I always knew I had it, but I also knew they’d never push me too far. Sometimes it felt like it, but afterwards it was…” I stop, searching for the right words.

“Cathartic? Did you cry?”

Again, I nod against him. He continues. “It was the same for my sub, but we played out a very specific scene. Some people call it a total power exchange.”

Again, my heart races just a tad faster, pulsing blissfully between my thighs.

“What does that mean?” I ask softly.

“It means she signed a contract and waived her safe word for that night…and I took total control. Whatever I wanted her to do, she had no choice…”

Heat flashes through me as my mouth begins to dry out.

“Did…she like it?”

“It’s very intense, Alice, for both parties. She…needed to be alone afterwards, didn’t want my comfort. The first time it nearly killed me to see her that distraught, but it was also the first time she finally opened up to me. Her father had been abusive, and what we did had—”

“Given her power back?” I whisper.

“Yes.”

I nod, completely understanding from the woman’s perspective.

“Why do you like it?”

He chuckles, running his hand beneath my curtain of hair to palm the back of my neck, thumb jutting around to my artery and along my jaw, tilting my head up so my eyes meet his. The teal of his irises expands and contracts quickly, his desire wavering between need and control.

“Because I have no real power in my situation, and it gives me that. But…it’s not a tyrannical kind of power. It’s the way I am able to take someone’s body and bend it to my will, make them feel good even in a situation where they want to fight you on the way to feeling good. Does that make sense?”

“If…If I can put myself in your shoes, then yes…but I’m so much a submissive that it’s hard for me to imagine.”

He smiles down at me.

“You’re quite good at it. You take direction a hell of a lot better with my cock in you.”

Flushing hotly, I smack him and bury my face in his shirt. It’s quiet for some time, both of us absorbing what he really wants to ask, something I know he is choosing to be delicate about for my sake. So being bold, I reach to pick a piece of lint off his shirt, right above the waistband of his jeans, and ask him the real question.

“Do you want to do that with me?” I whisper. His response is immediate, his fingers curling into my tender flesh.

“Yes.”

My body floods with excitement and anticipation, but I still need some answers.

“Why?”

Again, his answer is quick.

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