Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Holy shit. How had the big Cajun picked up on Madison’s cues so quickly? Was he psychic and crazy?
“Fuck.”
“You’re catching on. Good.”
“How is it good to crawl around in her head and demand she do and say things she wouldn’t normally, just because I want her to? My dad does this to women. It’s a pattern he repeats over and over. He ran my mom off when I was just a kid. His last girlfriend couldn’t take it anymore and, in a pleading, screaming, crying fit, blew her brains out all over his kitchen. I don’t want to be responsible for that. Madison is smart and kind. But she’s fragile, and she doesn’t deserve my bullshit.”
Jack froze, those dark eyes of his like a crowbar forcing their way into Matt’s psyche. “You’re looking at this wrong, mon ami. Think of it as taking the control you require while giving her the foundation she needs. And in case you haven’t guessed, she does those things that shock you because she wants to. She wouldn’t do them otherwise. Your demands give her mental permission. They tell her that her desires are okay.”
“That doesn’t make them good for her.”
“You’re right, and I’m glad you’re thinking about how she’ll feel after she lets you bend her to your will. That tells me where your head is.”
“Fucked up like my dad’s.”
Jack sent Matt a dubious stare. “Does your dad ever put his partner’s needs, desires, or wellbeing above his own?”
“No, and when shit goes south, nothing is ever his fault.” It made Matt sick. Dad hadn’t pulled the trigger when Nicole killed herself, but he’d driven her to despondency, then taken zero responsibility.
“And if I had to guess, you’re shouldering at least half the blame for the fact Madison is close to crumbling.”
“How could I not?”
“Then you’re not your dad, who sounds like a selfish, bullying asshole.”
“Why are you telling me this? She’s not going to feel stronger in the face of a murder threat just because I take her to bed and insist she give into my demands.”
“She’s not,” he agreed. “A fraction of a submissive’s needs are actually about sex. What she needs most now is your emotional support. If you can coax her into giving you her worries, she’ll feel less like she’s in this fucking mess alone, and she’ll be more centered. But you’re not stupid. You know sex is an outlet for fear and stress, so I wouldn’t be afraid to give it to her, if she’s amenable. I’ll give you a good tool to help you be very clear that she’s consenting every step of the way and that she’s comfortable with everything you’re doing.”
Tool? “Why?”
“As a Dominant, my first responsibility is always to the submissive, and I’d be remiss if I left Madison bleeding with need. I’m not coming onto her. Morgan is my wife, the mother of my children, and my treasured submissive. I make sure she knows every day that I love and worship her, so let’s get that out of the way. But I can’t, in good conscience, leave Madison here with you and not do my best to persuade you to step in and properly care for her.”
“I’m not a Dominant.”
Jack cocked a brow. “Are you sure?”
What he knew about BDSM could fit in a thimble. Sure, he’d heard of it. And he knew people involved in it. He couldn’t deny the idea of tying Madison down and having her completely at his mercy excited the fuck out of him. But he’d been afraid to ask questions or rouse that side of him that would dive in deep and gorge in carnal delight.
“I don’t…” Matt sighed. “I’m not sure I know anything right now.”
He’d seen the movie about this stuff, based on that famous book. Not all of it had connected for him. Matt loved the idea of being the master of Madison’s pleasure, but he was no sadist.
“I’ve got another ten minutes before I should go, and a lot of information to impart, so I need you to listen carefully. We have a mantra in the lifestyle: safe, sane, and consensual. You never do anything to her that’s dangerous.”
“Of course not.” Jesus, he wasn’t reckless or stupid.
“Sane and consensual you can ensure by employing a safe word and adhering to it. Do you know what that means?”
“Something she can say to stop me if it’s too much?”
“Exactly. Make her pick one—not something she’d normally say during sex. Nothing like ‘oh, baby’ or ‘harder.’
“What’s wrong with just no?”
Jack quirked a smile. “Some people like a spicy side of dub con with their role play.” His confusion must have shown, because the Cajun went on. “Dubious consent. Rape fantasies.”
Matt recoiled. “I’m… That’s…. No.”
“So that’s your hard limit. You need to ask for hers and tell her yours before things start. Then you need to respect them. In fact, you two should communicate about everything.”