I knew what he referred to, but what the hell? He’d just told me he loved me. Or did I imagine it?
“What did you just say, Dusty?” I repeated.
He gave me his heart-melting smile. “I was asking if you still have your kinky toys, you crazy psychopath.”
“Don’t be a dick.”
His calloused fingers caressed my cheek. “Does it surprise you? That I’m in love with you?”
My heart thudded. I didn’t know what to say. What to think. He looked like he was waiting for my words, but I had lost them all. So I wrapped my arms around him and put all my emotions, the longing, the need, the confusion, everything in one kiss.
He swallowed, his face flushed, his cock glistening.
“The bag is under the bed,” I said at last.
Swiftly, he rolled off of me and reached for the bag. The swoosh of it as he dragged it out and the squeak of the zipper sent a fresh gush of desire between my legs.
“I wasn’t a fan of the electrics,” he went through the toys, “or the strap-on.” He glanced up at me with fake reproach, and I was screaming OMG in my head. How could he talk so casually about them? The tools I once tortured him with?
“But the tying up and the whip, even the collar,” he continued, picking up a whip and a collar already, “I wanna try that again.”
“You sure about this?”
He winked. “Absolutely.”
“Won’t that bring bad memories?”
He laughed. “The cock wants what it wants.”
“Dusty, I’m serious.” I was starting to worry about him. I wasn’t a psychiatrist, but it didn’t need one to see that something was wrong here.
“I’m serious, too. You saw what it did to me before.”
My stare dipped to his erection. His massive hard-on that had haunted my masturbations for the past two month. “It doesn’t look like you need any extra help with that.”
“Maybe, but I really liked it, so why not?”
I sat upright. “Liked it? That’s how you describe your experience being kidnapped? Youlikedit?”
He set the toys on the floor and held my hand, printing a kiss there. “I never thought I would, but honestly, there is something extremely hot about being under a woman’s mercy. And when that woman is you… I mean, I’ve been dying to try all those kinks you introduced me to since you left, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it with someone else. Actually, I couldn’t bring myself to touch anyone else.”
Holy smokes! A tingling spread through my body and into my sex. He, this charming, puff, all tatted, bad boy with the huge dick, who was now the fucking president of the Night Skulls, hadn’t touched anyone else? Because of me?
He winked again. “I know you liked it, too.”
“I did.” I spoke without thinking. I could feel there was something seriously wrong with Dusty asking to replicate his trauma, but the responsible part of me was too clouded by the painful throbbing in my core to argue. There really was something extremely hot about having a man under my mercy.
Great. I was fucked up, too.
I shook my head in an attempt to snap out of it. “Dusty…I’m so flattered, but…this is classic Stockholm syndrome.”
“I think you’ll need more than three days to get that.”
“Maybe, but...you’re not even submissive.”
“But I will submit to you. Only you.”
He found some leather cuffs and showed them to me. “So what do you say… Mistress?”