Page 16 of Kane's Fake Relationship

“And yours are?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I said with a laugh as she turned in my arms, “Come on, let me make you some lunch. The only thing I’ve eaten today is you, and I’m starving. I’m not Harry and his family, but I can whip up a mean grilled cheese.”

Trinity and I moved around each other in my kitchen as she helped me get lunch together. It was at that moment I realized I had never brought a woman home. Sure, I had them to the penthouse in New York City, but never here to Whitewood. Maybe I was a little crazy, but something about her just made everything seem possible. The woman at the club, the new business owner and the sweet woman talking to me about Marvel movies while eating grilled cheese were all the same person, but distinctly different. The sexual chemistry between us was off the chain, but we both had our own reasons for enjoying kink. To deny that it was a part of us would be like denying we needed lungs to breathe.

“So, why did you become a dominatrix?”

“It had always interested me. Then I had a shitty relationship in college and decided I wouldn’t let a man hurt me like that again. There is a difference between consent and physical harm. He didn’t know what he was doing, and I got hurt. Then he acted like it was my fault. I guess it sparked my passion for education.”

The anger that shot through me over something I couldn’t control was shocking. I hated the man who hurt her as soon as the words fell from her lips.

“How did he hurt you?”

Trinity put down her sandwich and looked up at me. “Breath play. It’s dangerous, and he had heard about it. He wanted to try it and did, without asking.”

I pushed back from the table and stood up. I needed to breathe, and I felt like someone had their hands around my neck only from hearing someone did that to my woman.

“What happened?” I ground out as my fists clenched at my sides.

Trinity flinched and took in my demeanor. She shook her head as she said, “It doesn’t matter anymore. It was a long time ago.”

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself before I went to her. I needed to hold her, pull her to me like I had done so many times over the twenty-four hours. I needed to prove to myself she was okay. She watched me cautiously as I approached. The twinge of fear in her eyes broke through me as I got to my knees in front of her. Trinity turned in her chair and let me take her hands in mine.

“It still matters. It’s part of you and I want to know everything.”

“I fought him off. Or at least I tried. He had restricted my airflow for too long and I passed out. When I came to, I was alone in my bed, naked and in pain, and he was gone. He ran. Left me. Now I choose to be alone. I don’t wait for people to leave, and I control the situations I’m in.”

I looked at the strong, fearless woman I had grown to know with a new level of respect.

“Can I hold you?” I asked as she moved to wipe a tear from her eye.

Trinity tilted her head to the side and then nodded, so I stood and pulled her to me, holding her to my chest as I focused on my breathing and hers. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you. Never again, Trinity. I don’t care what the future holds for us, but I promise you, I will always be there to protect you. Even if you don’t want it, or if you don’t need it, my protection will always be there.”

“Thank you,” she murmured as I tilted her chin up so I could kiss her, “You really aren’t anything like I thought you would be.”

I smiled. “I’ll take that as a compliment. Let’s finish eating. We have tonight to ourselves and if you weren’t lying about those toys, there are some things I want to try with you tonight.”

She raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Oh really?”

“Yes, but only if you let me call you Madam.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Her slight laugh was something I had become addicted to. I helped her back into her seat and watched as she enjoyed the rest of her meal.

“So, how about you? How did you get into the scene? I don’t know much other than rumors.”

“I like to watch. I always have. I just didn’t know it was a thing. With it has come other desires that only enhance my voyeuristic tendencies.”

She smiled. “Like what?”

“I’ve been training for the last few years as a rigger. Rope allows me to restrain my bottom and then I get to watch the pleasure come over them. It started with restraints and edging, but rope is a newer passion of mine.”

“That takes a lot of discipline.”

“It does. Which is why it was surprising to hear how little you thought of me at first.”

“It wasn’t like that.”

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