Page 69 of Amy's Santa

His lips press together unapologetically. “I looked into this BDSM stuff babe. There’s a lot of sense in it. People fill in lists of what they definitely like, what they might be up to trying and what’s an absolute no way, not ever. Both partners know what the other likes and wants, so there’s no confusion.”

I go red, both with embarrassment and anger. “That part of my life is over, Drew.” I feel a tear well in my eye. “If you wanted to know details of what I used to get up to, you could have asked.” Would I have told him? I don’t know, maybe not everything. But the fact he’s gone behind my back to find out hurts. There’s also something he’s missing. “Just because it’s on the list doesn’t mean I actually tried it.”

“So, there could be things you’d like to try but never got around to?” As the penny seems to drop, he leans forward, “Mind telling me where ass play falls?”

I stand and start pacing furiously. “If you want to know, the closest I ever got to that was when Flint abused me. So that’s now off the list…”

He’s there, in front of me, stopping my forward motion. His hands clasp either side of my face, holding fast. “And that’s why I wanted to know. Why I want you to update the list.”

“What? I’m not going back to a club…”

“Don’t you think it’s knowledge I should have? What turns you on, what turns you off? What we can try? What might trigger you? I told you, babe, this makes sense. Not just when you’re playing with anonymous partners who don’t know fuck about you, but to your husband who wants to give you what you want.” He’s staring at me as I’m trying to comprehend what he’s saying.

I go to speak, but he hasn’t finished.

“You’re adventurous, sexually, and fuck, I love that. So am I. This list,” he waves to where he’d put down his tablet, “well, it gives an unimaginative fucker like myself some fuckin’ good ideas.”

My mouth opens and shuts like a fish on dry land. My traitorous body starts to respond to the idea of Drew and I trying stuff out, maybe things that are new even to me. Oh God, yes please.

He’s waiting for some response.

Surprisingly I feel shy when I tell him honestly, “I think I’d like that.”

Now I’m in his arms, being held tightly. “I’ll never push you into something you don’t want to do, babe.”

I’ve played in many clubs with many men, but there’s never been one I wanted to experiment with as much as the man holding me now. “I love you,” I tell him, pouring my heart into those three words.

“I love you too,” he says back, then, nuzzling my ear adds, “Any chance you’d reconsider putting ass play back on your ‘like to try’ options?”

I bat his arm, while thinking, with time and with Drew, there will probably be a lot of things I’ll be more than up to trying in the future. Ass play? Hmm.

Chapter Twenty

Wizard

When I bang the gavel, everyone stops talking and heads all swing in my direction.

I get straight down to business. “Worked like a fuckin’ charm.” I nod toward Lady, giving him credit. “Amy came to me and posed it as a suggestion she and Olivia had come up with herself.”

Hawk grins widely by my side. “Ollie may have said Lady put the idea in their heads, and did I mind?”

“And you said?” I prompt.

My VP’s mouth turns up further. “I ummed and ahhed for a moment of course, then said it was her day so anything she wanted was fine by me.”

I bark a laugh. “Sort of the same as I did, VP.”

I can hear Drummer and Heart’s sighs of relief from here.

“Thank fuck,” says Mouse.

Hound’s also looking relieved. “So the Satan’s Devils’ wedding of the century will be held here on the compound.” And he’s the one to give voice to show how grateful we are to the man responsible. “Don’t know how the fuck you sold it to them, Lady, but thank you.”

Lady shrugs. “Ain’t a thing. Wasn’t hard, as I can charm the pants off any man, getting two girls to see sense was easy.”

Joker’s levelling a hard stare at him. “You, me. Going to have words later,Brother.”

Uncontrite, Lady raises his hand and ruffles the hair of the man sitting beside him. He receives a punch in the stomach if the oomph from his mouth and the way he’s now creased over the table is any indication.

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