Page 72 of Seduce

“It says you’re a woman who is deeply passionate.”

“What about the sex scene?’ She really couldn’t call it a love scene.

“Is that something you want to do?”

“What?” Her thoughts spun around his question.

“Would you like me to tie you up and have my wicked way with you with no input from you? Although I would say the heroine was very vocal.” Damon ran his finger over her cheek.

“Yes… No… Oh hell.” How did she answer that? Yes, part of her wanted that. For control to be taken from her. Wasn’t that part of the D/s relationship?

“Tessa, I know you said you had a mentor, but were you never taught the sub has all the power?”

“Yes, but—” He placed his fingers against her lips.

“No buts. You stop everything with a single word. If this is something you’d like to try, I’m game.”

“You don’t think I’m a freak?” Maybe she should show him the other scenes that made her hot.

“Sweetie, I don’t know who told you that, but you are not a freak. You are a very sensual woman.” He slipped his hand to the back of her neck.

Her body heated, and her bones melted. Her upper body went lax.

“This is a sign of complete trust in me. I would never betray that trust.” He tightened his hand and released her. “I mean that, Tessa. You say red and everything stops, no matter what.”

Tessa swallowed. Damon understood her. “You are planning to restrain me tonight?”

His eyes lit up. “Yes, restraint and toys. I’m not going to tell you what toys.”

“And if I beg you to stop.”

“You can beg me all you want. Only red will make me stop.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

“But first.” He picked up another one of the books. “This one is different.”

Oh yeah. That was really half erotic romance and half porn. Damon flipped through it. “Ah, I see now. Does my Tessa have kidnap fantasies?”

Her body flushed, and she looked down at her clenched hands.

“Yes, she does.” Damon cupped her chin and raised her face to his. “After we’ve been together for a while, we’ll talk and act out your fantasies. I’m willing to make it work for you.”

“Damon.” His name came out in a plea. No man could be this good or comfortable with kink. At least not in her experience.

“Sweetie, I mean what I say. Nothing I’ve read so far in these books or about your limits tells me we’re not compatible.”

Tessa blinked. “You can’t be real.”

Damon’s chuckle became a husky laugh. “Honey, I design adult toys, and I’m a partner in a BDSM club, so of course I’m real. You haven’t been around the right men.” His eyes darkened with intensity. “Now you are.” He gathered up the books and put them away before picking up the restraints. “Lose the cover, sweetie. Time to play.”

Tessa blew out a breath and kicked the comforter to the end of the bed and waited.

“That’s my girl.” He strode to the bed. “Wrists or legs?”

“What?”

He glared at her.

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