Page 34 of Sin Bins and Second Chances
Daisy props up the pillows and situates the blankets before I put the tray down.
“Thank you for making breakfast.” She grabs a piece of the bacon.
“I can handle breakfast.”
“Good to know.” She goes quiet. “We need to talk.”
It feels like ice is thrown on me. “Think carefully about the next words that come out of your mouth,” I warn.
Her eyes grow. “Not like that.” She shakes her head. “I mean, I want to talk and let it all out.”
I let out a sigh of relief. “Honesty?”
She nods. “No more secrets.”
“I’d like that, very much.” I give a gentle squeeze to her thigh. “First, how are you feeling?”
Maybe this will be another turning point for us. Honesty. After the last seven years, I crave the connection I know we’re capable of having. It’s going to take work—on both of our parts. I’m willing to do whatever is necessary and I hope she knows it.
We may not be there yet, but one day I’m going to tie her to me in every way possible. I’m determined to have her unable to live without me,because I can’t go back to not having her in my life. I fuckingneedher.
“Lighter.” She chuckles.
“And my ass?” I smirk.
“How would I know what your ass feels like?”
“Daisy.”
“A little sore,” she admits.
I nod and quickly go and grab more pain killers from her bathroom and bring them back to her.
“Thank you.” She takes them with her orange juice. “This is weird.”
“What is?”
She sighs. “I feel like I should be more concerned with the fact that you spanked me. Why did you—like—what made you think to do that?”
“An old buddy of mine is in a non-traditional type of relationship with his wife. We’ve talked about a few things, because I’m curious and he explained things and even recommended a couple of books. Then we talked about it even more with a few others.” I pause before continuing. “Have you ever heard of a dominant/submissive relationship?”
Her eyes grow and she looks away. “Um… in a few romance books.”
“Daisy, look at me.”
“I’ve never had that type of relationship with anyone, but it’s something I’ve enjoyed reading about, to learn more.” I can’t admit to her how much I need it, not right now. I don’t want to scare her away. Remembering last night, how I took care of her, she needs it too. It’s just another reason we’re fucking perfect for one another. “Talking about it with him and others that are in those types of relationships, it helped me understand a few things about myself.”
“Like what?”
“Eat more and I’ll tell you.” I smile and wait. She doesn’t waste any time cutting up her breakfast and taking a bite. “Good girl.” Her eyes stay on me as she takes bite after bite. “I like the idea of taking care of someone. It’s more than wanting to be in charge.” I’m careful with how I word the next part. Again, not wanting to let her shrink away from me. “The idea that someone would trust me so completely. That’s a lot. I think a relationship is built on that, where both people trust the other to take care of each other in different ways.” When she smiles and doesn’t tense, I continue. “I knowit’s a lot, but it also seems simple. It would take the perfect woman.”
Her eyes move down to her plate, and she hesitates. Clearly starting to question things, and I can’t let her backtrack.
I rest my hand on her thigh. “I’d dream about her face, what she would look like.” She twists the necklace at her neck, tugging on it. “It was always your face I saw. Every. Fucking. Time.”
Her lips part with a gasp as she quickly looks up. Blue eyes staring up at me softly.
“Your turn to talk. Remember, we’re being honest here.” I give another squeeze to her leg, then busy myself with the plate of food.
