Page 23 of Only for the Moment
Vincent grunted.
After a moment a grin surfaced. Yeah, she hadn’t believed that either, but it hadn’t hurt to try.
“How do you feel about him being a rigger?”
“I don’t feel anything. He’s a Dom, andI’m…”
“Not a sub.”
No way in hell. She’d spent enough years subject to every whim her parents could come up with; she wouldn’t let someone else have that much control over her sexuality or her life. So why did Isaac’s sexy gaze arouse so much interest?
Isaac’s gaze should’ve been her first clue to his nature. Those eyes spoke of taking control and keeping it, and most women would drop theirpanties and kneel at his feet.
Walk away, Kennedy.
“There’s more than one kind of us, you know.”
Of course she knew. “You mean you’re not all just meanies barking orders and beating on people?” She grinned, waiting for the explosion.
Instead Vincent laughed. “Something like that.” Then his tone went serious. “As a Dom, Isaac’s not into pain and canes and torture. But I suspect that’s not reallywhat you’re worried about.”
“What else would I be worried about?”
A sigh echoed through the line, parthow do I explain thisand partwhy did I get stuck with the not so smart sibling?“Maybe that you are more interested in submission than you want to admit.”
“No.” No way in hell—again. “I am not interested in subjugating myself to some man.”
“Is that what you think Jane does?”
Shame washedthrough her. “No. No it’s not. I’m sorry.” But that didn’t mean she wanted whatever Jane had found in her relationship with Vincent. So why did the idea of Isaac binding her wrists in rope send simultaneous zings of pleasure and panic across her nerve endings?
Because he’s sexy as hell and you want him to touch you?
Touch her, yes, but dominate her?
The mix of heat in her core and churningin her belly wasn’t pleasant. Being bound might look pretty, but to be helpless, totally at someone else’s control…
She shivered. Whether in arousal or fear, she refused to examine.
“I can practically hear your thoughts buzzing through the phone, Sis.”
She dropped her chin, hiding her face despite the fact that she was alone in the room.
“Whether you can accept it for yourself or not,” Vincentsaid, “BDSM is not about giving up control to someone else; it’s about exchanging power. You choose to give your power over to another, within a set of negotiated parameters. The sub chooses, and that means the sub is ultimately the one in control.”
The nuance wasn’t something she could wrap her head around—and yet she couldn’t deny that Isaac drew her like no man had, ever.
“Ultimately whatyou decide is up to you.”
Not really. “He’s a client, Vinny. The risk…”
“He’s a client, and I’m sure you will do the same fantastic job with him that you do with every guest who walks through your door. That was never in doubt.
“But you’re also a woman, Ken. You wouldn’t be calling me if you didn’t give a shit about him.”
“I—” Her fist clenched around her phone. “I don’t know, Vinny. I don’tknow what to do.”
“Think about it. That’s all you have to do. You’re not in a long-term relationship. But he’s a good man; you can trust him. If you’re interested, do you really want to let fear hold you back?”
Never. She’d decided that the minute she’d left her parents’ care for good. “I love you, you know.”
“I love you too. And I believe in you. You can do anything you want, Sis. Just goin with your eyes open.”
