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“You can say anything to me,” he promised.

She licked her lips. “I don’t want to talk about why I didn’t come back yet. I’m not ready. Let me process it for a while.”

He nodded. He could live with that.

“But I believe you. I’m also willing to try this… Whatever this is. I wouldn’t be able to turn you down if I wanted to. You had a magnetic pull on me from the moment you stepped into my basement when I was sixteen, and that pull did not lessen with time. I felt it the second I heard your voice last night. It’s just as strong now as it was then. However, let’s not get carried away. Let’s feel each other out, get to know each other, and see if we have chemistry.”

He smirked. “Baby girl, we have the most powerful chemistry on Earth.” He cupped her face and kissed her again. Briefly, this time.

“Okay, maybe chemistry isn’t the right word. Maybe our wants and desires don’t align. Maybe our values aren’t in sync. We don’t know each other anymore. Let’s take a step back and get to know each other.”

He gave a sharp nod. “Little girl, I’ll wait until the end of time for you to realize we’re perfect together if that’s what you need. As long as you agree to this exploration without leaving my side. That’s my stipulation.”

She held up a finger between them. “First things first. I’m not remotely sure I’m capable of being the Little girl you think I am. My only experience with any sort of Dom/sub relationship was the night we spent together. I’ve read a lot. I’ve researched it. But I have zero experience. I’ve never even been to a fetish club. So, be patient with me while I figure that out. I can tell dominance is in your blood, even without you pointing it out. I can also tell that you’re a Daddy Dom. If I’m not feeling it, and I can’t be the Little girl you crave, you have to be able to walk away.”

He grabbed the finger she was shaking in front of him and brought it to his lips to kiss it. He had no concerns about her submission, but he would humor her and let her figure it out. “Agreed.”

She lifted a brow. “Really? That was easy.”

“That was me being cocky. There’s a difference.”

She giggled. Fuck, he loved that sound. He kissed her finger again. “I know you. I know the submissive in you needs nurturing. I’m not worried. What else do you want to throw at me? Bring it on. I can take it.”

She drew in a breath. “I’ll let you follow me around because I’m freaked out about what happened last night, but I need you not to rush me.”

“I can agree to that, but you’ll sleep in my bed either here or at the club from now on.”

She nodded. “And I can agree to that as long as you don’t pressure me to have sex.”

“I won’t pressure you.”

She gave him a shove and slid out from under the covers.

He watched, wondering what was going on in her head as she stood next to the bed, wearing nothing but his T-shirt. She spun around, planted her hands on the mattress, and looked him in the eyes.

“You make my blood pump, Rock Monroe. You did then, and you still do now. I could pull this shirt off and let you ravage me—and I have no doubt you’ll wear me down in less than a day—but you’re a possessive Dominant, and I know you’ll get even more bossy and controlling after I let you fuck me senseless. I remember what that feels like. I could feel your touch inside and outside my body for weeks. The memory of your hands and mouth on me distracted me for years. I woke up in a cold sweat many times, touching myself without even realizing what I was doing. I’ve masturbated to visions of you my entire life. Give me time to catch my breath and wrap my head around this before you take over my body.”

He gave her a wicked grin, feeling pretty fucking good about himself. “As much time as you want, Baby girl.”

She groaned. “You’re not going to make it easy, are you?”

“Never.”

She rolled those pretty eyes. “May I please take a shower, Master?”

He rose so fast that she jumped back. In seconds, he was on his feet, stalking her until she backed into the wall. He didn’t touch her, but he once again pinned her anyway with a hand on either side of her head. He stared into her eyes. “You may take a shower. Don’t forget to put your shampoo and girly shit in there before you start. I want you to smell like whatever floral flavor that shit is. Not my crap.”

She nodded.

“And, Baby girl…”

“What?” Her voice wobbled. Good. He wanted her a little off-kilter. He liked it. “You won’t call me Master. When you’re ready,you will call me Daddy. There has never been anything sweeter in my life than the memory of you calling me Daddy. I can’t wait to hear that word from your lips again. Until then, Sir or Rock will do. Understood?”

She swallowed, held his gaze, and firmly stated, “Yes, Sir,” right before she ducked under his arm and slid from the room.

He didn’t move for long seconds. His cock was harder than it had been in years. She’d just called him Sir, and she hadn’t done so with a snarky voice.

She’d meant it.

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