Page 14 of Renegade
I can’t help but smile. “That’s an understatement.”
She frowns at me. “You’re not helping. Yesterday morning after I met him for coffee, he gripped my throat lightly when he kissed me, and something happened. I don’t know, it just felt like someone had flipped the switch on what’s been missing with other guys I’ve dated. I think, maybe, he is exactly what I’ve been looking for. Maybethisis exactly what I’ve been looking for.”
I don’t know much about the lifestyle other than what I’ve read today, but it seems like a prick move on the old guy’s part to try to convince a gorgeous, much younger girl like Gemma to buy into being his submissive after one dinner. I clench my hands into fists. The thought of him doing those things to her…
Gemma’s soft voice draws me back to her. “I need to find out. All my life, I’ve looked for a guy like him, a guy who can tame me. The problem is, he thinks I might be too young and too inexperienced. So I need someone to help me, someone I trust to show me how it works and what to do so that when he comes back in a couple of weeks, I can prove to him I’m not.” She tilts her face up to mine. “I want you to teach me how to be submissive.”
“I don’t think—”
She interrupts me with a finger pressed against my lips. “Don’t say no! Please? You’re going to be here for a while anyway, and I’m a quick study. I’ll do everything you say. It’ll be easy. I even have a list.”
“A list?” I stare at her dumbly.
“Hold on.” She disappears into her room and comes back with several printed sheets of paper, then hands them to me. “Declan sent me to these sites to give me an idea of what he’s looking for. You can follow this.”
I glance down at the top sheet. Preparation, protocol, discipline, bondage, sexual submission. Fuck! Who is this asshole?
Her expressive green eyes are soft and pleading, and images of her naked, on her knees, and bound as she looks up at me with those big green eyes fill my thoughts again, giving me a hard-on. This is the worst idea ever. But if I don’t talk her out of this, that arrogant old fuck is going to ruin her. And I’m not about to let that happen. I’ll do anything to keep Gemma from getting hurt—even if that means giving her a taste of BDSM so she’ll know it, and Declan, are not for her. Even, I think with a sigh, if it means torturing myself with what I’ll never have.
“Okay,” I say.
