Those few days of rougher vanilla sex had kept my new craving for pain sated, but now the contusions were gone. Would we still have the same chemistry, the same connection, if he wasn’t hurting me, dominating me? I wasn’t sure how tonight would go down, but I missed the Dom part of him. The slight but noticeable distance he’d put between us since Saturday made me ache. It reminded me of the first few days of our acquaintance, before we’d gotten together. I’d been so confused by his behaviour back then. The way he was now was more subtle, but just as hard to bear—if not worse, because I knew where the bomb was but not how close I could get before accidentally detonating it. I decided to make the best of it and impress him with my favourite lingerie. The sex between us had always been hot as hell—there was no reason to think it would be any less so now. I stepped out of the bathroom and went down the hall, dressed only in my underwear.
What do You think about Not Your Damn Dom (Denial #2)?
