Page 19 of Liberate Us

“Good. Nowthat we got that out of the way, how do you take your eggs?”

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(Sammy)

She had me unraveled. Shehad me feeling things I never thought my cold, closed off heart could everfeel. And when she defied me like a little brat, it stirred every cell in mybody. I wanted to throw her over my knee and spank her ass, fuck her within aninch of her life, and then I wanted to hold her and comfort her after. Was thishow my brother felt? We never really talked about our relationships or thewomen we fucked, but now that he had found the love of his life, I wondered ifmaybe I should ask him.

After Icooked Red breakfast, we were sitting in her living room, since we broke thetable and all, and ate in silence. She was lucky she behaved or else I wouldhave had her at my feet, eating out of a bowl off the ground. Some would thinkit was degrading, hell, most probably did, but we all had our own things wewere into. Our own personal kinks. As long as no animals or children wereinvolved and everyone was a consenting adult, I didn’t give a shit what youwere into.

When I hadasked her the night before what she didn’t like so I knew what not to do, herwords opened up something in me. The fact that she was willing to try anything,within reason, at least once, was exciting. Besides sharing, and thank fuck forthat. A lot of people didn’t want to be called names or slapped. Some wouldeven consider it a form of abuse. And it was, if it was with the wrong person.Sure, Amber and I didn’t know each other completely and we just startedsleeping together, but I needed her to trust that I wouldn’t hurt her. Spankand slap her around, sure, but that was it. I took safewords seriously and ifshe would have used it, I would have stopped. Maybe not leave like I had said,but I definitely would have stopped doing what I was doing so we could talkabout it.

Once I wasdone my food, I drank my orange juice and watched her over the rim of theglass. The outfit she was wearing left little to the imagination. The fact shefelt comfortable enough to wear it around me, sparked this need for her evenmore. The gray shorts were short, showcasing her long toned legs. The blacktank top was loose, but I could still see she wasn’t wearing a bra with the wayher tits swayed when she moved.

“You’restaring, Sam,” she mumbled, stabbing at the food on her plate.

She hadalso been the only woman who ever called me Sam. Some tried calling me by myfull name, but it never ended well for them. My mother had been the only onewho called me Samson. No one else deserved to let that name leave their lipsand always got my fist in their face if they were a guy or my wrath if theywere a woman.

Letting myeyes roam back down the length of Amber, I mentally patted my own back when sheshifted in her spot on the couch.

“Sammy.”

My eyessnapped to hers. “What?”

“I can feelyou staring and it’s distracting.”

“Did youdate at all after your husband died?” I asked, needing to get to know her more.I needed to find out why after all of these months, we were finally fucking. Ineeded to find out everything I could about the woman I had become celibate forand was beyond obsessed with.

“Uh...” Sheglanced my way. “No. Not really.” She looked back down at her plate, moving theeggs around with her fork. I learned that we had something in common when itcame to eggs. We didn’t overly care how they were cooked. As long as they werein fact cooked and not snotty. I had laughed at the face she had made and eversince that moment, even though it had been something small, I could feel a wallbreaking down between us.

“I spentsome time having one-night stands,” she continued. “But I found that guysaren’t really appreciative of a woman who has more sex than them.”

“Whathappened?” I asked, the hackles on the back of my neck raising that she hadissues with other men she fucked.

“Nothingreally. Not compared to...well...it doesn’t matter.” She took a breath. “Acouple of them came to Rouge and saw me dancing. They didn’t like that, calledme names and tried making me feel worthless. They also tried to make me lose myjob, but Candace is good to us girls, so she always sides with us first. Ronnyand Corbin threw the bastards out.”

“Youstopped dancing. For me.” I sat forward. “Why?”

Shelaughed. “It wasn’t exactly for you.”

I frownedat that. “What do you mean?”

“I had someissues with other men being a little too handsy. A couple of us girls did, soCandace made us keep our clothes on for awhile and if the men wanted us tostrip, they would have to pay extra. Not sure how legal that is but I just didmy job, so I never questioned her. And then when you beat up those guys…” Shemet my gaze again.

Back when Ifirst met Amber, something about her called out to me. I saw a guy approachher, touch her when she clearly didn’t want it, and my fists were flyingagainst his face before I knew what I was doing. That happened a few more timesbefore she finally stopped dancing and became a server instead.

“If youwant to dance, Red, you dance for me. I’ll even pay you if you need but I don’twant you on that stage.”

Amber satback in her spot on the couch, crossing one knee over the other and staring atme. “You know, Aaron used to try to control me. While it worked for the mostpart, in the end, I finally realized that I deserved better. So, you can tryand control me all you want, Sammy, but I promise you, I will defy you and Iwill push you.”

Rising frommy spot, I went up to her. “I want you to defy me, Red. But I promise that Iwon’t push you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

Sheuncrossed her legs and spread her knees, allowing me between them.

“If youreally didn’t want to listen to me though, if you wanted to defy me like yousay you do, you would still be dancing.”

“Maybe.”She reached for my belt, unbuckling it and lowering the zipper to my jeans. “Ifyou really wanted to control me like you imply...” She stared up at me,lowering my jeans over my hips. “You would.”

“Is thatwhat you want?” I cupped her face, slowly moving my hand to the back of herhead before grabbing a fistful of her hair.

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