Page 109 of Seer Prophet

It frustrated the hell out of me.

“Convince you of what, Revik?” I repeated.

“Do you need me to answer that?” His fingers gripped my hair. “You already said it. Convince me not to tie you up like a fucking pet, Alyson. Convince me not to lock you to my bed so I could imagine you here. Convince me not to turn you into my goddamned sex slave.Gaos.I had a hard-on the whole time I was gone.”

I smiled in spite of myself, clicking softly. “Sure you did.”

“I did.” He looked at me, eyes glassed. “I stayed away. I stayed away longer than I wanted… until I couldn’t stand it anymore. I wanted you to miss me. Did you miss me, wife? I really, really wanted you to miss me.”

When I opened my light more, he winced, closing his eyes.

“Tell me if you missed me, wife. Tell me the truth.”

“I missed you, Revik.” I let him feel my pain, and he let out a low sound. “I missed you a lot. Enough to want to punish you for it. Enough to be angry about it… and to start thinking of ways to get you back. Enough to get paranoid. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

His jaw hardened as his eyes glassed more.

I couldn’t hold his gaze.

My eyes shifted down his tattooed arms to his chest. He still wore most of his pants. When I glanced up next, pain tightened his expression.

Sometimes it scared me how much I wanted him.

I knew he felt the same way, at least sometimes.

It angered me that a part of me still wanted to punish him for his life before we got married, as well as the parts of his sexuality that had nothing to do with me.

And yeah, I was talking about Dalejem.

He tugged on my chained wrist. “You could do it to me,” he murmured. “I can pretty much guarantee I’ll be hard the whole time you’re gone.”

I laughed, unable to help it.

Even so, I could hear the thread of seriousness in his words.

I knew he’d never do anything if I really said no.

That said, he was more than willing to push things if he thought I’d let him get away with it. He’d said as much. He essentiallywarnedme he would do that, unless I explicitly said no. He also asked, in one of our more honest conversations in the past few weeks, if I’d let him dominate me sexually, as long as he didn’t overly abuse the privilege.

Of course, I’d asked him to clarify what he meant by “dominate.”

And by “overly.”

The only answer I got was that smile.

Pretty much the same smile I was looking at now.

Since that talk, he’d been throwing minor tests my way.

I definitely got the impression he was only putting a toe in the water. He’d asked to hit me a few times, too, under controlled circumstances, and I admit, it turned me on.

The fact that he’d felt the need to ask me about it again made me think he had something different in mind now, maybe something more psychological. I couldn’t even be sure ifheknew what he wanted precisely. Looking at him now, I found myself thinking about it again, and thinking about the other request he’d made, a few minutes earlier. So he wanted to boss me around, but part of that was that he wanted me to dominate him, too.

But could I really hurt him?

“It’s not about hurting me, Allie,” he said.

Thinking about his words, I nodded. I knew that.

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