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She held her breath, seeming to absorb that, but all she said was, “Oh?”

“I think you’re imaging I top the same way I work. Methodical. Slow.”

“Methodical would have been a more appropriate word to use.”

“But the wrong word,” he said softly.

“Oh?”

It was the second time she’d asked a question in that wordless way, and he smiled.

Nathan turned to face her fully, bringing one knee onto the couch, his forearm braced along the back. “The one thing you didn’t mention is sex. Do you think I top for power and control only? Maybe add in a dash of pain to satisfy any sadism? Are you picturing me flogging a sub, then having her kneel at my feet while I have a drink, and ending the night with a quick spanking before aftercare?”

Tara’s eyes met his, and the intimacy of holding her gaze was almost too much.

“Because if that’s what you want, I can’t…” He reconsidered. “I won’t top you like that.”

“How would you top me?”

He could tell she’d tried to make the words mild, almost disinterested.

The look in her eyes gave her away. She was desperate for an answer.

“When I scene, I touch and take everything I want.”

Tara inhaled sharply.

“I almost always have my hands on my sub, because while she’s with me, I want her to feel owned. And I want her aroused. Needy to the point of desperate every moment of the scene. If I allow her to come, I make sure that the satisfaction doesn’t last long. I play with her until she’s begging for permission to come again.”

Nathan rolled up onto his knee, looking over her with one hand braced on the arm of the couch behind her shoulder. She was trapped. Caged by his body.

“If I’m having a drink, my sub isn’t kneeling at my feet. She’s on my lap, legs spread wide. So wide that her pretty pussy lips are open too, exposing her core. And my fingers are on her. In her. Fucking her. Playing with her clit. Spanking her pussy, just because I can. Because I want to hear her yelp and whimper.”

Tara’s eyes slid closed and she swallowed hard.

“If I spank her, it isn’t because she disobeyed a rule. It’s because I want to. Because I like having a woman over my knee. Like it more when I spank her hard enough to leave a handprint.

“Then I make her take my cock in her ass so I can fuck her from behind and each time I thrust, I’m smacking against that sore bottom.”

“Nathan,” she breathed, eyes now wide.

“If I tie my sub up in public, I invite other members to taste her pussy, finger fuck her ass, and pinch her nipples, because I want her to feel like a pretty sex toy.”

Tara jolted back, pressing her upper body against the couch and bringing her knees up, one arm wrapped around her thighs. His chest tightened as he watched her retreat, but he didn’t stop.

“If it’s a weekend-long scene, I expect her to fall asleep with her head on my thigh and my cock in her mouth.”

Tara’s lips were parted, and he could see the tip of her pink tongue.

“I don’t care how my sub talks to me. I’m going to tease and fuck her if she’s a brat or if she’s perfectly obedient. I don’t care about where she looks, because the way I touch her, use her, will leave no doubt in her mind who she belongs to in that moment.”

Tara whined low in her throat, and that sound made him want to do savage things to her.

“If I were ever to collar a woman permanently, she wouldn’t be my obedient submissive. She’d be my needy sex slave. Always wet. Ready to be used and fucked any time I wanted.”

“Do you always talk like this?” she breathed.

“Like what?”

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