for him. A great experience.” She looked over at me and seemed hesitant. “But he is brand new, so we don't want to scare him.”
“Never,” he whispered softly and there was that little gleam again.
I was frozen. No, my feet had sunk into the concrete floor, and I was buried to the ankles. And apparently, I wasn't even a person anymore, since they were talking about me like I was a dog or some kind of pet. I suddenly remembered that word “pet” from my research and felt the heat suffuse my face. It was what a lot of Doms called their subs.
Tori shoved me again. “Go on, Jordy, get up on stage.”
Logan smiled an evil smile down at me. “Maybe he’s too scared. Is that it...Jordy?”
Before I could respond, he continued smoothly. “Come on. This is only a demo. Your friend said you’re interested in my technique. So why not let me show you? I promise to take it easy on you.”
He held out his hand to me. His big, strong hand that he no doubt used to hold paddles and whips and all manner of Dom-like things so he could beat people’s asses. So he could make people come so hard they forgot their own names. Tori gave me another push that knocked me off balance. I put out my hand to catch myself, and he took it in his. I looked up at him in shock and he smiled at me again. “Come on. Let’s get you up here.”
I put my foot up on the little stage to climb up, but then, as if he did this kind of thing all the time, he put his hand on my forearm and just hoisted me up beside him. God, he was so strong. I stumbled and tried not to fall, but I still caught my foot on the edge of the little stage and landed in an ungraceful sprawl on the floor in front of him, my cheek pressed flat on the floor and my ass high in the air. He knelt down beside me and said, “Are you all right?”
I nodded, too embarrassed to sit up.
“Not that I don't appreciate the view, but I think you’d be more comfortable on your knees.”
I heard a few people laugh, so I scrambled to my feet and glared at them, my face still hot and burning. “Come on,” he said, motioning to me. “You do want to be tied up, don’t you?” He looked me over speculatively and then threw me a bone. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he said softly.
“No, I want to.” And the words came out loud and strong, seeming to well up out of my soul from some hitherto unknown and unheeded source. I realized I did want to be tied up. And how had I not known this before? The idea of being bound to a man’s will, of being helpless, of being at his mercy had figured in my fantasies a time or two, but I had always hidden those even from myself. It was something I thought about in the privacy of my bedroom, but I'd never said the words out loud. Never told any of my lovers or my ex-boyfriend, or hell, even admitted to myself. It would have been way too embarrassing.
A Dom was the one who tied people up, not the one who got tied. And I was supposed to be a Dom. I mean, I was a Dom, wasn’t I? But now, thinking about being tied up made my knees suddenly go weak. Was it possible I was what Tori called a switch?
“Are you sure?” he prompted.
“Hell yeah, I must be,” I said a little wonderingly, only belatedly realizing I was answering my own thought and not his. “Oh, uh, I’m sorry…what?”
He smiled down at me. “Are you sure you want me to do this?”
Hell, maybe it was a bad idea. Maybe I’d let my enthusiasm for this handsome man lead me astray. Damn it, was this was a bad idea?
I looked up at him to explain that, on second thought, though I’d like to help him out, I was not any kind of sub, and I had no intention of ever being one.
I opened my mouth to say all of that, and instead, the words, “Oh yes, I’m positive,” came out.
He leaned in and caught my gaze. I couldn't have looked away from all that pale blue if my life depended on