Page 36 of Colt

“I won’t tell a soul,” she breathed before cocking one eyebrow. “Anything else?”

I’d been dreading this part of the deal, but I knew if me and Freya did this, it’d be all or nothing. She needed to know long-term what I needed from her, even if it made her uncomfortable. She had to be okay with my next request and understand how seriously I meant it.

I leaned forward to look directly into her eyes. “Princess, I fuck a certain way. You have to be okay with it ‘cause it’s a dealbreaker for me.”

Silence fell over the table for a full minute until she asked, “What do you mean?”

I paused briefly, eyes still staring intensely into hers. “I like control, Princess. You do what I tell you when I tell you. I may push you to places you feel uncomfortable. If that happens, you tell me, and I’ll stop, but if I stop, I walk away ‘cause there’s no other option for me.”

Another pause.

“Explain,” she murmured, shifting in her seat. “I need to understand. Do you mean like BDSM?”

I shrugged. “Maybe we’ll dip a toe into it. I may tie you up, but that’s probably as far as it’d go, unless you asked for more, which we’d obviously discuss. My kink’s more about control. I could use toys, I may tell you to dress for me, or I might edge you. At some point, I’ll probably make you wish you’d never asked me to fuck you, Freya, but what I’ll never do is physically hurt you.”

I watched her think about my words, holding my breath.

“I know you’d never hurt me,” she finally surmised. “There’s nobody I trust more than you.” She tilted her chin proudly. “Can I ask something?”

I jerked a nod.

“Do you do that with Lucy?”

My chest twisted at the slight catch in her voice.

I hadn’t. Our relationship—if that’s what you could even call it—was casual. I only showed my preferences to women I was close to, and there’d only been one serious relationship before Freya. I didn’t wanna discuss Lucy; she wasn’t important.

I replied with a slight shake of my head.

I dunno why I felt like such an asshole. I wouldn't have looked twice at Lucy if I even suspected something could happen with Frey. I’d gotten bored with the club girls before I even finished prospecting, so, over the years, I got together with a few of the girls from town because I didn’t want the same snatch all my brothers had railed. And if other women were in the picture, I could convince myself—and everyone else—there was nothing between me and Freya.

Reaching out, I took her hand, splaying our fingers together. “I’ll end it with her. Lucy’s not important.”

Freya rolled her eyes. “Of course she is. You pulled away from me for her.”

I stroked her thumb. “Not for her, Princess. Forus. Could feel you reeling me in, but I wasn’t ready.”

Freya lifted her gaze and bit her lip before whispering something that made my cock harden to iron. “What if you change your mind? We got closer before, and you fucked me over for her.”

My heart almost leaped into my throat. “I won’t change my mind.”

She looked up at me, all big brown eyes, red, pouty lips, and glowing tanned skin. “Can I think about it?”

My gut tightened.

What if, after everything, she turned me down? What if I’d left it too late?

Her eyes fell over my shoulder. “Thank God. Our food’s here.”

I watched the waiter set everything down before I topped up our wine glasses and took a big swig. “Anything else you wanna ask, Princess?”

Freya picked up the small fork for her lobster and crab cakes, eyeing me curiously. “No. I think you made everything clear. I just need time to think.” She delicately took a small mouthful of food, rolled her eyes back, and moaned.

I imagined her groaning the same sound as I slid inside her tight little virgin pussy. My cock wept, and I almost came in my shorts.

“What is it you need to think about?” I demanded gently.

“I don’t want to lose what we have now,” she replied softly. “Everything would change between us. You mean a lot to me; you always have, and I don’t want to lose that.”

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