Page 166 of Enthrall Shadows
“Now what?” I studied her annoyingly stunning face; cheeks flushed from her quiet fuming.
Multicolored lights danced over her figure, her curves emphasized by the sensual outfit that clung to her shape.
Lotte stepped back and then dragged a chair across the room, setting it in front of me. “Let’s talk.”
She sat like a therapist.
I considered breaking free. “You’re not qualified to mess with my head.”
“That’s not what this is.” She waved her whip at me. “Straighten up.”
I straightened to my full height to appease her.
“We’re going to calmly discuss your concerns about dating a dominatrix.”
“I admire you for wanting to fight for this fragile relationship,” I said bitterly. “But we can both see it’s futile.”
If my words hurt, she didn’t show it.
I shook my head. “This isn’t what I’m used to. It brings back memories of being forcibly restrained. I’m sorry.”
She sat back, crossing one leg over the other, that pointed heel sharp and threatening. “You’re not restrained.”
True, but close.
“This is getting you to focus.”
“Oh, I’m focused.”
“What is the worst thing that would happen if the world discovered you were dating me?”
I gave a shrug at the obvious.
“Say it.”
“Don’t want to hurt you.”
“Then you shouldn’t have come.”
“Me being here hurts you?”
“Turning up full of anger makes me uncomfortable.”
She was right, of course.
“I’ll be mocked in the press,” I admitted.
“Let’s explore that concern.”
I hated the idea I might hurt her even worse. “I don’t want people to believe I need to get whipped to get it up. Or that I like to be subjugated. I have more self-respect.”
She nodded with the kind of agreement I’d seen in therapists. “Those in this community have plenty of self-respect. Enough to feed their desires, gift themselves whatever makes them happy.”
“Fine.”
“What if you leaked a different spin?” she suggested.
“Spin?”
