Dance For Me (Club Avalon #1) - Kay Elle Parker Page 0,75
sitting in stunned silence.
Thank God I didn’t fuck her tonight.
He’d wanted to, had come perilously close to yanking his cock out of his pants and slamming home after she’d orgasmed on his tongue. If she’d had an ounce of perception left, any capability to consent to intercourse, he would have driven his cock inside her without hesitation. Hunger for her would have cast gentleness aside. The taste of her in his mouth had banished all thoughts from his head but claiming her.
Jesus Christ, he’d been so fucking close to ruining a beautiful thing.
“Would she have told me, do you think?”
“Under the right circumstances, possibly.”
He shook his head slowly. “That’s a no and we both know it. I want to be furious with her for keeping this from me, but I’m torn between hunting her parents down and ripping them apart, and kicking my own ass for misreading the signs.”
“I’ll help annihilate her parents, but you read the signals she’s been giving off with the information you had at hand from her closest friend. We can’t automatically assume every nervous little soul who ventures through those doors is an actual virgin, Braun. BDSM virgins, sure, we get our fair share, but an honest to god virgin? Not an everyday occurrence.”
“Fuck. I’ve hunted her, Con. Pushed her into working here, done my fucking utmost to persuade her to be my sub, and she’s not got a fucking clue what she's agreed to. That makes me a bigger asshole than those fuckers who raised her!”
The Irish was thicker in his voice, strong and potent as it always became when he was pissed. Between that and the profanity, he knew he was on a fine line of control he couldn’t afford to break.
“I beg to differ. The operative word there is persuade. You haven’t used force; you’ve not taken away her choices. If anything, you’ve offered her more. She agreed to become your sub because she likes you, Braun. It speaks to her strength of character that she’s taken that step. I think if you’d put pressure on her, strong-armed her into making decisions she wasn’t ready for, she’d have kicked you in the teeth and testicles by now and walked away cursing your name.”
Braun winced, his balls shriveling at the mere thought of absorbing a hefty kick from her boot. “She would’ve let me fuck her without saying a goddamn word. I could have hurt her, Connie. I’m not exactly the ideal size for an innocent, and my urges can be rough.”
“I’ve seen you fuck,” the Domme said mildly. A wicked smile curved her lips at whatever memory she dredged up. “Yes, you could have, but Bodie believes she knew the risks of that and accepted them. Accepts them. She doesn’t want to be treated like she’s fragile, Braun, which is something you may have to take into account. I’ve seen you play, and balancing rough with tender is within your skillset.”
“I’ll balance rough with tender, all right, when I take a strip off her ass.”
“Don’t punish her for this. I convinced her to let me tell you, which she was vehemently opposed to. If you lead her to think that her secrets will earn her punishments if she reveals them to either one of us, we’ve lost her before we’ve ever really started. Bodie must learn to trust we won’t use what she tells us against her.”
Well hell, he hadn’t seen it that way. He was a giant tangle of urges. Spank her, cuddle her, shout at her, rock her. It galled him he’d missed all the signs she’d been sending. Even when he’d caught an inkling something was amiss and he’d asked questions, he’d asked the wrong ones and read her answers to suit what he thought he knew.
“I want to know more about the fuckwits tormenting her,” he growled.
“As do I. But I’m not going to herd her into a corner. Simply by letting her talk tonight, she’s steered the conversation into several areas I’ve noted down to touch upon. She’s not straight lines and precise angles, Braun. Her brain is literally a maze of confusion and repression.”
He studied his palms. “Is she competent enough to give consent?”
“Look at me, Master Braun.” Shit, she was using her Domme voice with great effect. He met her eyes, read the sympathy in them. “You haven’t violated consent. Bodie is of sound mind and she knows her own thoughts, her own feelings. It’s my opinion you are what she needs right now. She