Bound by Pleasure by Lacey Wolfe Page B

running late, but I would have taken care of it when I came in.” He took in another deep breath. “Do you regret leaving last night and not staying to talk about why you used the safe word?”
    “Yes.”
    “I wish you had stayed. I came to look for you, and I wasn’t happy when I saw you had left. Did you use the safe word because you were scared?”
    “Yes.”
    “Of me?”
    “No.”
    That was a plus. “Did being punished scare you?”
    She hesitated but then answered. “Yes.”
    “Punishment is part of the Dom and sub relationship. Sometimes I have to punish you. But it’s only to help you. Do you understand that?”
    She sat still and didn’t say anything. He could see she was having a hard time trying to figure out how to answer.
    “I need you to answer me.”
    “No.”
    “Did you expect that you would never get in trouble?” She couldn’t possibly think that.
    “Yes.”
    “Last night we would have just ended the scene and you would have had the choice to stay the night in your room or go home. But then you were disrespectful when you rolled your eyes at me. That’s something I cannot tolerate. You know after each session I allow you to come upstairs and have free talk with me. Outside of this playroom I am very slack. But perhaps that isn’t what you need. Maybe we need to renegotiate the contract and not allow anywhere in my house but the kitchen to be an area to talk openly. I’m starting to think you don’t fully understand this lifestyle.”
    His anger was starting to rise again, and he took in deeper and longer breaths to relax himself. Did she even want this lifestyle at this point? He would be heartbroken if she said no. Giving up the role of a Dom in the bedroom just wasn’t something he thought he could do. He was fine with every other aspect of his life, but when it came to sex he had to be in control.
    “I have another question, and I need you to be honest. Can you do that?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Do you think the BDSM lifestyle is for you?”
    Megan sat still. He hoped the silence meant this was something she had to sort out. He was doing his best to be patient, but as the silence sat between them, worry grew in him of what her answer might be. Maybe it wasn’t a clear yes or no answer. Perhaps he could tell her she could speak freely. Just as he was about to tell her to answer in as many words as she needed, she spoke. “No.”
    Greg froze. No. The woman he was sure he was in love with and wanted to be with forever had just confirmed his biggest fear. He couldn’t give up the role of Dom no matter how much he loved her.
    He stood up and started to pace the room. What was he to do? Continue to talk? He wasn’t sure he could form sentences at the moment. He looked over at her. She sat there with her hands in her lap, on her knees, and stared down at the ground. She looked like a piece of art. If he had a camera he would take a picture and have it framed. He had never seen anything more beautiful than Megan submitting to him. He didn’t want any other woman kneeling on that pillow. But what else was he to do if Megan didn’t want to be there?
    “You may get dressed. I’ll be emailing you a contract reversal. If you decide that ending our agreement is what you really want, sign it and return it to me before Tuesday. If I don’t have it in my hands before then, then I expect that you will be here.”
    He didn’t wait for her answer. Instead he fled the room, feeling the tears stinging behind his eyes. He went straight to his bedroom, shut the door, and didn’t come back out that evening.

    After Megan left Greg’s she had taken the next day to herself to figure out where things had gone wrong. She should have stopped him when he went to leave the room, but he had reminded her several times he was the Dom and she was the sub. She was to be obedient in his playroom. And if she had called after him, she would not have been.
    His feelings had been hurt when he thought she didn’t