Page 55 of Honey, Honey
“We were going to get here anyway. Might as well do it now.”
“I guess,” she sighed heavily from where she was laying on the pillows and then shifted onto her side, a move that caused her robe to gap, revealing her soft flesh to me. I could see the top curve of her breast right down to the swell of it, her nipple frustratingly hidden from me. She shifted, her arm moving beneath her breasts, pushing them up, and I forced myself to look away. I was supposed to be negotiating, or at least starting the conversation we needed to have, not trying to catch an eyeful of her tits.
“What do you like?” I asked again, giving her an expectant look. Honey licked her bottom lip and then bit the inside of her cheek, the gesture making her look young. It had me imagining what she must have looked like when she first moved to the city a decade ago. What would have happened if I’d met her then? Would I have been able to keep her like this? Happy, safe and surrounded by fine things where she didn’t worry or work herself to death?
Would I have even had that in me then? No, I probably hadn’t. I’d just gone clean and was focused on work. My drive and energy bent on rising to the top in the corporate world. If I’d met her then I would have been just as careless with her as any other man. I didn’t want to be just any other man to Honey.
I wanted to be her Dom.
Chapter Eighteen
HONEY
“What do you like?”
I blinked knowing I probably looked like a cartoon character, but giving a fuck was way beyond me right now. Lawson Sokolov, Law, this man, a Dominant from what I had put together so far, was asking me what the hell I liked. Not just that, he had held my hand. It had been for a moment, just the barest slide of our palms together, fingers touching, pressing close before I’d lost my nerve and pulled back, because I’d discovered a terrible thing.
I loved holding his hand. I loved feeling his big hand beneath mine, palm warm, rough thick fingers curling close against mine. That was bad, but life had been way worse than me telling a man his laugh made me think you could build something with him–not something, a life.A life. I might have melted through the floor from cringe if it wasn’t true. We’d already covered the topic of lying. There would be none of it, and anyhow, Law had the annoying ability to know exactly when I was lying. That was going to bite me in the ass for sure.
“We have to negotiate, Honey.”
And now he was looking at me like I was the only thing that mattered, which I guessed in a room with just a bed, a chair, and a painting that wasn’t exactly hard….but still.Still.
Not only that, but he wanted to know what I liked. And I knew it was in the context of BDSM and intimacy. And, whether or not we had counted on it, a relationship.
But what kind of relationship?
I already knew I didn’t want to just play casually with Law. I knew what I wanted. I wanted the whole man. I wanted a Dominant, a lover, a friend. God, I wanted him to look at me like this over the breakfast table. I wanted this man to hold my hand in the street and laugh like he was different, like we both were, I wanted him to...I wanted him to...no, it wasn’t that I wanted him to do anything.
I just wanted him.
That was it.
“Honey?” He asked again, that low and rough tone in his baritone making my toes curl in the mountains of blankets I was currently buried under. “What do you like?”
I liked a lot of things. A lot of kinky things. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t, neither would Law. I didn’t have to be afraid of judgement or worry what he might think about the things I liked, because we just might be on the same page. So often potential lovers and I weren’t even reading the same book, but now there was hope.
God. I hoped we were on the same page.
“I’m a submissive,” I told him, finally finding my voice to speak, “but, I, ah, well, I’m into being a little bit of a brat.”
He snorted and rolled his eyes. “Never would have guessed it,” he said, the sarcasm evident.
I stuck my tongue out at him. “You bring it out in me. Lucky you.”
“Better go buy a scratch off with this kind of streak.”
I laughed, the lightness of the exchange making it easier for me to speak and tell him exactly what it was that I needed, because what I needed was exactly this. A mixture of intimacy, sexiness, and sweet all rolled up in a kinky package.
“I’m a Middle,” I said, finally. Lawson sucked in a breath, the sound of it making me worry that maybe it wasn’t what he wanted to hear. “What is it?” I asked, quickly, worry already starting to run through my body like ice water. What if this was how it ended between us?
“I think I’m getting why Zeus and Connie decided to play matchmaker,” he muttered, but said nothing else and nodded at me to continue on, “keep talking, princess.”
That name was going to be the death of me. I opened my mouth and kept talking like he’d asked. “I like Daddies. Soft Doms do in a pinch, or a sensual Dom, but I can’t really handle a lot of the extreme stuff. I don’t like pain, but spanking is okay. I do like floggers, canes, and whips, but mostly for the effect, not the pain. Shibari is good, some suspension, but not too much.” When he gave me a questioning look, I explained, “I’m afraid of heights so it’s a bad combo.”
“Are you a pet?” He asked.
I gave a quick shake of my head. “No, but I do like collars.”
