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His tone was cold, flat with just a
hint of exasperation. Not that I could blame him. At least a minute or two had
passed since Thomas had answered his door and I had yet to utter a word.
I’d come seeking absolution. To
admit I’d screwed up and ask for a second chance. I’d rehearsed and imagined
every possible outcome for days. But now, staring up into Thomas’ icy scowl, I
had no fucking idea why I was standing on his doorstep.
“Thomas, I –“
My thoughts froze as I searched his
eyes for a flicker of something other than distain. It wasn’t there. His eyes
were cold, black and distant.
"Maxi, just spit it out. It’s
late and I’ve still got work to do.”
He had every right to be annoyed.
I’d wasted enough of his time over the past few weeks with my indecisiveness.
My eyelids dropped and I took a deep steadying breath. As my eyes opened, my
gaze met his.
“Thomas, I’m sorry. You have every
right to be angry with me. I was stupid. I should have trusted you, but I got
He shifted to lean against the
doorframe. His manner was still aloof, but at least he was listening.
“I didn’t think –“
“No, you thought too much, Maxi. That’s
your biggest problem.”
I understood now why he was such a
shark in the courtroom. He gave no quarter. I toed the doormat.
Why was this so fucking hard?
I wanted another chance. A chance
at a happily ever after with Thomas. Even if that happily ever after included handcuffs,
paddles and ball gags. Ignoring my waning confidence, I huffed out a breath and
"I want to be with you. I want
to be the girl you want me to be. Teach me, Thomas. Please.”
"Too late, Maxi. The offer’s
no longer on the table.”
He pushed off the doorframe and
started to shut the door. Panic set in. I shoved my way past him and into the
foyer. The house was dark except for the soft glow coming from the fireplace in
the living room. Thomas stood stunned, mouth slightly agape, but he closed the
door behind him. Great. I’d forced my way into his home. Now what?
to put up or shut up, Maxi.
Taking a hesitant step towards
Thomas, I bowed my head. I knew I should look him in the eye, but I was afraid
if I did, what little was left of my confidence would be eviscerated.
“Look Thomas, I get it. I over
thought myself out of a really good thing. I sought the counsel of others when
I should have been talking to you and then I just disappeared. But I want
another chance. Please. I want to give you my safeword.”
"Sorry, Maxi. I don’t think
you really want this."
My cheeks burned with
embarrassment, but also anger. A knot twisted in my gut. I had finally figured
out what I wanted. Who the hell was he to tell me otherwise?
"I know what I want, Thomas."
Prove it? How was I supposed to do
that? Wasn’t it enough that I was here admitting my mistakes? That I was
willing to give him my safeword? Did he want me naked and prone before him?
mind stuttered to a stop at the thought. I knew exactly what I needed to do to
My gaze locked onto his as I toed
off my boots. Sliding my jeans down, I stepped out of them and slowly unzipped
my hoodie, adding it to the pile my jeans had started. Thomas’ brow arched. He
folded his arms across his chest, but his gaze never left mine. I smiled
inwardly. At least I had his attention. The tank top came next. Followed by my
bra and panties.
An odd sense of calm came over me
as I stood naked before him. I’d stripped, not just physically, but emotionally
as well. If he rejected me like this, it wouldn’t be for lack of trying on my
“You’ve been so patient with me,
Thomas,” I whispered, taking a step to close the gap between us as I reached
for his belt. Surprisingly deft fingers undid the buckle and pulled the belt
free from the loops. I heard a sharp intake of air catch in Thomas’ throat as I
smiled and held the belt out to him with trembling hands.
“I want you to use this on me.”
He took the belt, but made no other
"I want you to spank me,
Thomas. Now, later, whenever. I want you to spank me, tie me down… handcuff me.
I want you to do all the things you've talked about, but I don’t want to have
to break a rule for you to do them.”
"How do I know you’re serious,
for fuck sake! My temper flared again. Silly me. Apparently being naked in
his hallway, begging him to use his belt on me wasn’t enough to convince him.
Either he was being intentionally cruel or he was putting me through some weird
BDSM litmus test. Fine. I was game. If he wanted see how serious I was about
this…about him, I’d show him. I brushed past him to the door, and turned the
“I’ll go stand on your front lawn
and beg. Is that what you want, Thomas? Me, naked, on my knees in your front
yard for all the world to see? Because if it is, I’m all over it. I will do
whatever it takes to convince you.”
His eyes flashed. Black to blue and
back to black, but he said nothing. A rush of cold air swept in as I turned and
opened the door, preparing to step out into the night. He stepped forward caging
me between his body and the door as he shut it. Oh, my God, that was close. A shuddering breath escaped my body and
rested my forehead against the heavy oak door. I was thrilled he’d stopped me,
but I was even more thrilled that I’d been willing to do such a thing.
His hands rested against the door
on either side of my head. Our bodies weren’t touching, but the heat radiating
from his body sent a shiver through mine. He leaned his head in, his lips mere
millimeters from my ear.
"Tell me again," he whispered.
"Tell me everything you want."
I fought the urge to turn and face
him. I’d just surpassed another hurdle. It felt amazing but at the same time I was
raw, vulnerable. I couldn’t look him in the eye. Not yet.
"I want you to be the one,
"I want you to be the only one
to do those things to me. I want you to come home after work and punish me with
a wooden paddle. I want you to tie me to the bed and fuck me so hard you make
me scream. I don’t want to think or talk about it anymore. God, Thomas, I just
want to be me…with you.”
My voice broke. Now, I turned to
face him, eyes burning with unshed tears. I’d almost lost a chance at happiness
because I chose some ill-conceived notion of who I should be over the real me. I fell back against the door,
exhausted. No matter what happened here tonight, from this day forward, I would
never make that mistake again.
Thomas tipped my chin up, searing
my lips with his. When he pulled away, his eyes were the brightest shade of blue
I’d ever seen. He wrapped a lock of hair that had fallen forward into my face
around his finger before letting it bounce away and smiled down at me.
“Oh Maxi, I’ve been waiting for you for so long. I thought you’d never show up, baby.”