Handling Cynthia: A Second Chances Novella by Dalling Andrea

Author:Dalling, Andrea [Dalling, Andrea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Artesian Well Publishing
Published: 2015-04-29T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

The door to Cyn's room closed behind them, and Trent drew her into his arms. He planted a kiss on her neck, running hands down her red cashmere sweater and squeezing her ass through her black skirt. The scent of her cinnamon perfume, an innocent fragrance the night before, now filled him with decadent longing.

She settled onto the couch in the sitting area across from the TV, giving him a sly glance. His gaze skimmed the curves of her body as he sat beside her. "Do you really want to write before lunch?"

"No, I needed to get out of there. The energy in that room was making me crazy."

"I know Missy's comments upset you—"

"Misty."

"Whatever." He stroked her hair. "She's irrelevant. Don't let people like that upset you. You were irritable with Rick and Jordan, and I know you didn't want that."

She cast down her eyes. "Being here, being judged by these people—who do they think they are? Can you blame me for staying away?"

"No one's blaming you, Cyn. We've missed you."

"I've missed you guys, too." She sniffled as tears sprang to her eyes.

He squeezed her hands. "You're overwhelmed. Let me help. Sometimes, submissives need a release when pressure builds. At breakfast, you were distracted by what Misty said. If you let me take control, I can respond in situations like that. Pull your attention away from the petty things bothering you. Refocus it on pleasing and obeying me."

She shifted in her seat, wriggling and crossing her legs.

"You said that BDSM is foreplay to you. Perhaps it could be more."

She scowled. "What does that mean? You want to spank me for snapping at Jordy?"

He chuckled. "No, but if it would make you feel better—"

"Why would it make me feel better?"

He stroked her hair. "Because you want to be held accountable for your behavior."

She pulled away and glared.

Shit. He shook his head. He was handling this wrong. "Look, Cyn, I'm not saying you've got anything to feel guilty about. Jordan understands you were upset. BDSM can be a pressure valve. Maybe you need that."

"We sleep together one night, and now you're an expert on what I need."

"I'm not an expert. I'm trying to help. That's what a good Dom does."

"I told you, it's a sex thing for me. I don't need you to be my Dom at breakfast."

He took her hands and kissed them. "I'm sorry. Look at this another way. You gave up a good job to work full-time as an indie author. That's incredibly brave, but it's a lot of stress, right?"

Tears formed at the corners of her eyes, and he slid his arm around her.

"I can take away some of the burden of decision-making. Not in your business, but in your personal life."

She fidgeted with her necklace. "I think we're getting ahead of ourselves."

His cheeks went cold. He rose and strode across the room. He turned to face her, pins prickling his heart. "What do you want from this relationship? Is this weekend it?"

She scrubbed her face with her hands.

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