just worried that this isn’t
enough for you. You know, to let off steam.”
His jaw tenses and his eyes harden. “Ha一ve I given you
any indication that this isn’t enough?”
“No.”
“Then why do you think that?”
“I know what you’re like. What you . . . um . . . need,”
I stutter.
He closes his eyes and rubs his forehead with long
fingers.
“What do I ha一ve to do?” His voice is ominously soft as
if he’s angry, and my heart sinks.
“No, you misunderstand—you ha一ve been amazing, and
I know it’s just been a few days, but I hope I’m not
forcing you to be someone you’re not.”
“I’m still me, Anastasia—in all my fifty shades of
fuckedupness. Yes, I ha一ve to fight the urge to be
controlling . . . but that’s my nature, how I’ve dealt with
my life. Yes, I expect you to beha一ve a certain way, and
when you don’t it’s both challenging and refreshing. We
still do what I like to do. You let me spank you after your
outrageous bid yesterday.” He smiles fondly at the
memory. “I enjoy punishing you. I don’t think the urge will
ever go . . . but I’m trying, and it’s not as hard as I thought
it would be.”
I squirm and flush, remembering our illicit tryst in his
childhood bedroom. “I didn’t mind that,” I whisper, smiling
shyly.
“I know.” His lips curl in a reluctant smile. “Neither did
“I know.” His lips curl in a reluctant smile. “Neither did
I. But let me tell you, Anastasia, this is all new to me and
these last few days ha一ve been the best in my life. I don’t
want to change anything.”
Oh!
“They’ve been the best in my life, too, without
exception,” I murmur and his smile broadens. My inner
goddess nods frantically in agreement—and nudges me
hard. Okay, okay.
“So you don’t want to take me into your playroom?”
He swallows and pales, all trace of humor gone. “No, I
don’t.”
“Why not?” I whisper. This is not the answer I
expected.
And yes, there it is, that little pinch of disappointment.
My inner goddess stomps off pouting, her arms crossed
like an angry toddler.
“The last time we were in there you
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