Page 32 of Sexpresso Night

“No.”

“You didn’t trust me.”

“I trust you. I just…got mixed up. I should tell you some things too. About my last boyfriend.”

“Chris?” His eyebrows shot up into his hairline.

“Oh. No. Not Chris. I meant my last…Dom boyfriend.”

He gave a slow nod. Ooookay.

“C’mere.” He took her hand and led her to the big leather chair behind his desk. He sat down and tugged her onto his lap. She curled into him, one arm around his neck, and he held her waist. He had to shift her just a bit with a wince as she sat on Big Dick and the twins, engorged and kinda hard to miss.

“Okay, tell me about him.”

“I met him just after I came back from South America. He was older than me, confident, commanding…dominant. I fell under his spell, I guess you could say. He pulled me into that lifestyle.”

“You didn’t want it?”

She bit her lip. “I did want it. I was learning things about myself I hadn’t known. I learned that I was a submissive, that there are some things I want…need…that excite me. I wanted to belong to him, to do things for him. I wanted him to…to hurt me. To dominate me.”

“Were you his slave?”

“No. But we were Dom/sub pretty much 24/7. Then he started doing things to me that I didn’t like. The physical domination got more and more intense. He kept telling me he was pushing my limits, but…it was too much. And he started trying to control everything in my life—what I wore, what I ate, who my friends were, what courses I took. He’d call me a fat whore in front of other people. He made me think I was fat.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“He’d make me crawl to him in the clubs. I wanted to submit to him, but I did not want to crawl on the floor to him.”

“You went to clubs with him?”

“Yes. And then…one night…he hit me.”

Carter’s gut rolled unpleasantly. Somehow he knew she didn’t mean he’d spanked her.

“He s-split my lip open and gave me a bloody nose.” Her voice choked and her body trembled in his arms. “I was horrified. And terrified. I couldn’t believe he would do that to me. I showed up at Marina’s place in the middle of night covered in blood. She almost had a heart attack. She and Jenny both wanted me to call the police, but I…” She shook her head minutely. “I didn’t want to have to tell them…everything.”

“Who was this guy?”

“Evan Bradshaw.”

Carter almost knocked Danya off his lap his body jerked so hard. “Jesus, Danya, I know that guy! He’s a sick sadist.” He tipped her face up and looked down at her.

“How do you know him?”

“I was part of that scene too. Years ago.” He shook his head. “I probably dropped out of it around the time you were with him.”

“Why?”

He frowned. “Why what?”

“Why’d you drop out?”

He hitched one shoulder. “It wasn’t fun for me anymore. I guess you could say my heart wasn’t in it. No satisfaction, no thrill.” No emotional connection, he now knew.

“Then why do you still have all that stuff?”

He eyed her. “I still like it, Danya. I’m still a Dom inside. That will never change. I just needed the right woman.”

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