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“He scares me.”
“He’s harmless. The only thing to watch out for is his serious chase fetish.”
I snapped my head round to look at him.
“He’s hardwired to respond to a chase,” said Richard. “Never run away from him.”
My mind shot back to that evening in Chrysalis when Cameron had chased me, and then trapped me between him and the wall.
“Cameron’s fetish is to chase, catch, and fuck.” Richard beamed at me as though he found this amusing. “With the woman’s consent of course. He’d never hurt anyone.”
I turned my head away, not wanting him to see me blush. “What’s your fetish?” I tried to change the subject, kind of.
“I’d have thought you’d have guessed it,” he said. “I like spanking naughty girls.” He arched an eyebrow. “When you trespassed into the dungeon against my orders you triggered my proclivity.” He raised a shoulder. “By kissing Cameron you also stirred my jealousy. He knew I really liked you.”
“Cameron knew what he was doing.”
“My fixation played out just as he knew it would.”
I reached out and grabbed Richard’s hand.
“You okay?” he said.
“With you I am.”
“You’re so much more than this to me. You do realize that?” He stared off at the horizon. “I’m ready for a commitment.” He brushed a strand of hair back behind my ear. “That is, of course, if you want that too.”
I snuggled closer, wrapping my arm around his waist. “Yes, more than anything.” Closing my eyes, I feared the words I had to share.
Richard sensed it.
Looking into his eyes, I braved to say it. “I’m not sure I could be your submissive all the time.”
Richard leaned back slightly.
“I really enjoyed what happened in the dungeon,” I said, “but as far as living like that every day, kneeling at your feet at breakfast and scrubbing your bathroom floor for your sexual pleasure...well...”
“Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.” He planted a kiss to the top of my head.
A flurry of nervousness burst out of my chest.
On my look of concern, he added, “Mia, I have a housekeeper.” He shook his head ruefully. “Though ever since she won that Miss World competition she’s insisted on cleaning the house in the nude.”
“Very funny.” I poked his ribs.
He laughed and squirmed away. “Carmen’s worked for me for years. She’s fifty something. A grandmother.”
“She better be,” I said, smiling. “And not one of those super hot fifty-year-olds either.”
“Look at you.” He took my hand and kissed it. “I’m so happy you brought this up. We need to be open and honest with each other. This is good.”
“So you would be okay with me becoming empowered?”
“Have you been talking with Cameron?”
“A little.”
He caressed my back. “I’m not an egomaniac, Mia. I’d love nothing more than to watch you grow into a beautiful fully-realized woman.”
