“Yes,” I whispered.
His tone had a rough edge I couldn’t read when he repeated, “You like to be tied up?”
I didn’t answer him.
Instead, I informed him, “It didn’t work.”
His head tipped slightly to the side but his face still gave nothing away. “It didn’t work.”
“We only, um…tried them once and Grant didn’t know what he was doing. It hurt. He got freaked then pissed and it was…well, not enjoyable.”
More bad filled the air when he asked, “It hurt?”
I nodded.
“He hurt you,” he stated flatly.
“He didn’t know what he was doing,” I repeated.
“How’d he bind you?”
Oh God. This was a disaster.
“Do we have to do this?” I asked. “They were only used once. It was just a wild hair I got. I should have thrown them away.”
“How’d he bind you, Cassidy?”
I shook my head, guessing as to what was behind his line of questioning. “He’s gone and when we tried it, it didn’t hurt for long. He untied me and we never tried it again. There’s no need to get angry at him. He didn’t mean to hurt me and anyway, we’ve been over for years.”
Something moved over his features that, again, I could not read.
“How did he bind you, Cassidy?”
I gave in.
“Like I requested,” I said quietly. “Um…on my knees, head down, hands to feet.”
That was when he gave me something. His jaw got hard.
“Deacon, it was my idea,” I told him quickly. “It was an adventure. Something I got stuck in my head.” God, could this be more embarrassing? “It wasn’t Grant’s fault he didn’t know how to do it.”
“You bind to the bed,” he declared and I blinked.
“Sorry?”
“You don’t start out complicated,” he explained. “You bind your woman immobile to the bed, see if she can take that, see if she gets off on it, see how much she gets off on it. She comes hard for you, that’s when you explore.”
Oh my God.
“Have you—?” I began.
“Four women, none of them worked, not for me, ’cause I didn’t give a shit about them. But it worked for them.”
Oh my God.
I felt my nipples start tingling.
Deacon kept speaking.