Masters of the Shadowlands 3: Breaking Free by Cherise Sinclair

Author:Cherise Sinclair [Sinclair, Cherise]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mf
Publisher: Loose Id, LLC
Published: 2011-04-26T04:00:00+00:00

Nolan felt the little sub burrow closer and ran his hand over her hip. She didn’t usually snuggle. He glanced down, seeing how the tiny muscles around her lips had tensed, and her fingers had clenched. “What was that thought?”

She stiffened, and he smothered a smile. She really hated sharing her emotions.

“Beth.”

“Nothing.”

Anger surged through him, not surprising in the arrival, but the amount. “Beth,” he snapped, and her gaze whipped up even as she flinched. He breathed out, tried to control his voice, but it still came out cold. “Lying… I have a low tolerance for lying.” Another breath. “Why don’t you try that answer again?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “I was thinking about how…how differently you treat me than…someone else.” She glanced down at the scars on her arms.

“Someone else, huh? Since you won’t tell me his name, we’ll call him the bastard. No, make it the cowardly bastard, since only a coward picks on a person littler than himself.”

A weak laugh, but a laugh. She was still so close against him that he could feel her muscles relax. “All right.” She continued in a fast flurry of words, an obvious attempt at balancing the scales. “The cowardly bastard never… It’s strange to have someone notice I need water.” The wonder in her voice shook him deep inside.

He stopped and wrapped both arms around her, letting her feel his warmth and his strength. “Beth, when a Dom takes control, leaving no choices for the sub, he has to see to all her needs, not just sexual, but emotional and physical also. If your Dom doesn’t do that, then you find a new Dom.”

Her lips were open, her body as relaxed as he’d ever seen it. He nuzzled the smooth curve of her neck before drawing back, lifting her chin to look into her big eyes. “And if I am not meeting those needs in any way, I expect you to tell me about it.”

Her lips formed the word, “But—”

Now this was a question he’d had before. He ran his thumb along her stubborn little jaw line. “We’re not in a Dom/sub relationship twenty-four hours a day, Beth, so unless we’re playing or at the club, you can talk anytime you want. If we are playing, kneel and ask permission. I rarely refuse.” He bit her earlobe and whispered, “I enjoyed seeing you kneel before me last week.”

A tremor coursed through her body and made him laugh.

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