Page 39 of The Dom

“Next.”

“Used something non-traditional as a sex toy.”

My blush deepened. Every time I saw the remaining hair chopstick on my dresser, I remembered the feel of the other one in my ass.

“Next.”

“I still owe you a replacement.” He gave me the same smug, self-satisfied smirk he’d had back then, and it made my stomach clench the same way.

I understood now why he’d decided to ‘start easy.’ By reminding me of the things we’d already done, he was drawing me into the mindset I needed to play his game.

“Fucked a tight ass.”

The crudeness of his words flipped that switch in me that loved it when he talked dirty. That, combined with me imagining what it would feel like to have him take me that way, had me nodding my head even before I said, “Next.”

“Had a threesome with another woman.”

My stomach dropped. It wasn’t a surprise that he’d been with more than one woman at a time, but hearing it stated flat-out like that, when I was supposed to tell him if that was something I wanted…

“Ask.” My voice was barely a whisper as I fought to keep my face expressionless.

“How old were you when you had your first kiss?”

“Seventeen. My senior prom date dropped me off at home and kissed me.” I tried to recapture the excitement I’d felt when we’d started this game, but I didn’t know if it’d be possible. Not if I couldn’t stop thinking about how I wasn’t going to be enough for Nate, how he’d want to bring someone else into our bed.

“Had a threesome with another man.”

I suddenly remembered something he said when he’d been using my hair chopstick in my ass. He’d said that he’d show me one day what real double penetration felt like. At the time, I’d wondered if he wanted to share me with another man, but I hadn’t asked. I hadn’t even been sure we’d make it past that one encounter. Now, I was wondering if I should have brought it up.

I hadn’t heard him move, but suddenly he was kneeling in front of me, gathering my hands in his, oblivious to what anyone around us might think.

“Look at me, le soleil.”

It was an order, no matter how softly spoken, and I did as I was told.

“I don’t want anyone else to join us, man or woman.” He put his hand on my cheek and wiped away a tear I hadn’t known I’d shed. “But I would bring someone in if that’s what you wanted. Yes, in the past, that’s been something I’ve enjoyed, but from the moment I saw you, I’ve wanted to…possess you. I’m a selfish bastard, and I don’t want to share you with anyone. Ever.”

The intensity in his voice, the need that filled every word, it was like nothing I’d ever heard before, not from anyone.

“But I would do it,” he continued. “I’d share you if it meant I could keep you.”

I leaned down and covered his mouth with mine. I could feel his surprise, but he didn’t take control of the kiss. I kept it brief but put all the emotion I was feeling into it. As I ended it, I rested my forehead on his.

“I don’t want anyone but you.”

We stayed like that for a minute longer, Nate rising to his feet only as the waiter approached with our meal. The young man with the tray smiled politely as Nate kissed the top of my head and waited until Nate returned to his seat before setting down our plates.

We each ate a few bites in silence, enough to appreciate the quality of the meal and for us to each process the heavy conversation that had unexpectedly come out of Nate’s game.

“Are we okay?” Nate finally asked, his gaze darting up to mine.

“We are.” I smiled at him and reached out to squeeze his hand. “As long as you’re okay.”

“I am.” He raised our hands and kissed my knuckles. “And I meant what I said. I didn’t come up with this game so I could see what I could convince you to do.”

“I believe you,” I reassured him. “And I’d like to keep playing…if that’s what you want.”

His face lit up, and he drained the last of the wine from his glass. While he poured another, I watched his mind working, and I knew he was trying to get back on the same path he’d been on before I’d accidentally derailed us.

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