Page 11 of Veil of Shadows

“What are those?” I asked breathlessly.

He worked the pads of his thumbs into my muscles, and I groaned. “Jesus, Dom.”

I heard him draw in a deep, steady breath. “Hard limits and soft limits refer to kinks and fetishes one might want to bring into the bedroom with their partner. A hard limit essentially means that you’re not willing to indulge whatever kink or fetish you’re talking about. A soft limit means you’re not sure of where you stand, so just take things slow.”

“Example?” I asked.

“Well, take me for example,” he said as he dipped his hands into the water and massaged my lower back. I leaned over for him, giving him access to the whole of my back, scars and all. “Never will I ever allow a woman to use a dildo on me.”

I damn near choked on my spit. “Sorry, what?”

“A dildo. A strap-on? It’s called pegging, and it’s a hard limit for me. I’ll never do it. It’s not something that interests me. But, a soft limit that I have is choking.”

I slowly turned my gaze over my shoulder to look at him. “You like being choked.”

His grin was positively devious. “I like it when my partner puts up a fight. And if that happens to come with trying to choke me out before I pin her down and spank that little ass of hers for being such a bad girl, then so be it.”

My cheeks quickly reddened at his words before I turned myself to face forward again. “Got it.”

He worked his massaging touch up my spine. “I’m an open book, so ask whatever you’d like.”

I scoffed. “Honestly? As long as we don’t talk about what just happened outside, I’m fine with whatever we talk about.”

“Perfect,” he said as he grabbed my hair and wrung out the excess water. “You got a hair tie?”

I lifted my wrist out of the water and yanked it from around my hand. I slipped it over my shoulder and felt Dom take it from me. Then, as he separated my hair and ran his fingers through it again, my body relaxed forward. As if my body wanted him to have as much access as humanly possible.

“I’m sorry if I asked too many questions earlier,” I said softly. “I’ve just never come into contact with this before, personally.”

“Hey, I’m just glad you’re enjoying yourself. I don’t like it when you cry.”

I peered over my shoulder once more before a sly grin spread across my cheeks. “Not a kink of yours, huh?”

His stare darkened. “Just makes me a little murdery, is all.”

I studied his face before a breathless giggle fell from my lips. And when I watched the corners of his mouth curl up into a smirk, my laughter grew.

“Jesus, Dom. Why do I get the feeling you’re more ruthless than Ronyn?”

The sound of his chuckling wrapped around me as he went back to playing with my hair. “Because he’s only brutal on the outside. He’s a fucking softie on the inside.”

My giggles continued to fall. “Oh, and you’re some sort of sadist?”

He tugged my hair, causing me to gasp as my head fell back. I watched his upside-down gaze slip into my view. He studied my face, wrapping his hand in my hair like he held me hostage.

“Dom,” I said breathlessly.

He tilted his head. “I am what they call a pleasure Dom.”

I swallowed hard, still staring up at him. “What—what’s that?”

He tilted his head. “It means I’ll be anything you need me to be to bring you pleasure. A sadist. A romantic. Controlling. Weak. You want me on my knees? That’s where I’ll stay until you beg me to stop eating that delicious pussy of yours. You want me ruling every aspect of your life? You’ll wake up to a chore chart and a color-coded outline of your entire day. You want to be tied up and used as my little cum dumpster for a whole night? Then, get ready to wake up sprawled out on my fucking bed.”

He tugged my hair harder and I gasped. “Oh, Dom.”

His nose nuzzled my forehead before he placed a soft kiss upon it. “And if you need a sadist, sweet girl, then I can spank that pert little ass of yours until it’s marked with nothing but my handprint.”

Jesus Christ, his words sizzled me to my core. Electricity shot its way through my veins as he kissed my forehead one last time. Then, I felt his hands cup the back of my head before he leaned me back up. His hands settled in between my shoulder blades, pushing me softly forward. I bowed to his every move. I leaned myself up, hunching my back before he took my hair in his hands and wrung out my tendrils once more.

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