Page 62 of Nightmare

Do I let him in that deep? That far? Do I open myself up to him? Do I want him inside me?

God, I do.

I really do.

That scares me the most, especially after today.

Is my mind so twisted that I’m actually considering this?

“I ...” I try, but my voice is betraying me.

“Yes or no.”

Biting my lip, I stare up at him.

“Yes,” I say, before my brain even has a chance to change my mind.

“I have rules.”

Rules?

He has rules?

“Do not touch me.”

Don’t touch him? At all? I don’t understand?

“Why?” I whisper.

“Because I said don’t. Clear?”

I can only think of one thing that he’s asking of me right now, and I’m not sure it’s a situation I’m comfortable with. Not entirely, anyway.

“Are you asking me to submit?”

My voice comes out shaky, my stomach twisting with nerves.

“Yes.”

Oh.

Oh. My.

“And if I don’t?” I breathe.

He leans down until his lips are nearly touching mine. “Then I walk.”

I’ve never been in a situation like this before. All the men I’ve been with have been gentle, if not boring, lovers. Western is telling me that I have to keep my hands off, and he is the boss. He will control the entire situation, and if I try to have a say, he will leave. How am I to enjoy it, if I can’t put my hands on him? My lips on his skin? My mouth on his cock?

“I can’t touch you at all?” I ask.

“No.”

“Then how will I enjoy it?”

Releasing my jaw, he steps back. “You’ll enjoy it.”

The way he says that, his tone gravelly and confident, has my insides heating.

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