“How?”
“With me there are no surprises,” he said. “You know what it is I do. What I am. I will never give up BDSM. You and me, we’re not compatible.”
Right now I was willing to try anything to feel his hands upon me again, feel his affection, his touch. I wanted him to know this. How bad could what he got up to in that dungeon really be?
“We could start slow,” I said, remembering Cameron’s words and trying them out on Richard.
He blinked through dark blond lashes. “You realize what it is I want to do to you?”
“Yes.”
With the window closed, this room lacked the air we both needed so desperately. From the way his chest rose and fell he too must have felt short of breath.
He raised his chin in defiance. “Say it.”
“You want to dominate me.”
“Subjugate you.” He stepped closer. “Control you. Conquer you.” His left hand rested against my chest and he eased me back against the wall again and pressed hard. “Fuck you.”
Oh please.
He looked hesitant. “Mia, I have never taken on an untrained submissive.”
“What does that mean?”
“They’ve always come to me primed.”
“Primed?”
“Already trained.”
“By who?” I sucked in my breath. “Cameron?”
Richard stepped closer and brushed a stray hair out of my eyes.
“I want it to be you,” I said softly.
“You deserve someone better than me.”
“Don’t I get a say?”
“Right up until the moment you agree to become my submissive. Then all choice is lost.” He narrowed his gaze. “You wouldn’t want that. Would you?”
My legs felt weak. I breathed a sigh of sadness when his hand fell once more to his side, threatening never to touch me again.
“You and I are miles apart,” he said.
“Are you trying to convince yourself? Or me?”
“What is our common ground?”
“You don’t think I’m good enough for you?” My voice broke with emotion. “Is that it?”
“Other way round.” He looked intently. “You are innocence incarnate.”
I broke his gaze, my heart aching with the thought I’d failed him, failed me.
My inner musing told me to stay strong, tell him want I really wanted, needed. Him, it had only ever been him.