Page 18 of Not Safe For Work

He smiled, shifting a little.

No, my beating heart wasn’t going to be still any time soon.

“You really are a sub, aren’t you?”

Rick nodded. “Very much so.”

I touched his face again. “I get how and why you kept it out of sight at work, but looking at you now…” I grinned as he pressed against my palm. “I can’t believe I never even thought you had a side like this.”

“I guess we’re all full of surprises.”

“Did you think I was a Dom?”

“I…” He swallowed. “I had my suspicions.”

“Did you?”

He nodded, his skin hissing against my fingertips. “Might not be obvious to someone who isn’t into kink, but I got that vibe the first time I met you.”

We’d met well over a year ago. That whole time, he’d suspected I was a Dom? “Is that right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well.” I held the back of his neck, leaned in and kissed him. “Guess we should make up for lost time, shouldn’t we?”

“Yes, please.”

I kissed him once more before I stood, my knees and ankles cracking loudly and painfully.

Note to self—getting a little too old to crouch like that for more than a few seconds.

“So all that time you thought I was a Dom, did you ever think about what it would be like if we did this?”

Rick nodded. “A few times.”

“A few?”

His cheeks colored. “Quite a few.”

“What did you think about us doing?”

“A lot of things.” He licked his lips. “Fucking. Playing with…” He looked down at the bag of toys in front of him. “That kind of stuff definitely figured in.”

“Anything in particular?”

Barely whispering, he said, “Handcuffs.”

I leaned down and hooked a finger in the set of silver cuffs and lifted it so it was dangling in front of his face. “You like being cuffed?”

“Very much so.”

“You know that means you’re completely at my mercy, right? Kneeling, with your hands bound?”

Rick nodded. “Yeah. I do.”

And you like it, don’t you? God, where have you been all my life?

“I don’t have one with me tonight,” I said, “but I think I’d enjoy putting a spreader bar between your ankles.”