Tied With Me (With Me In Seattle)(24)

“It’s a lot of information.” It’s not a question, and she blinks a few times before meeting my gaze.

“Yeah,” she agrees. “It is. Why no safe word?”

“In clubs, safe words are mandatory, so if we ever go to one together, your word will be ‘red.’ The second you say ‘red,’ everything stops, no questions asked. But, honestly, the way I feel about safe words is, you shouldn’t need one with me. It’s my job to learn what you can handle and what you can’t, and I’m a firm believer in ‘no means no.’”

“I beg to differ,” she interjects with a laugh.

I laugh with her and pinch her round ass, then smooth it with the flat of my hand. “Sassy girl.”

“I don’t have a problem saying ‘no.’”

“So I’ve learned, and I’m glad. It’s imperative that you always communicate with me. I’ll always be watching you for signs of any distress, but I can’t read your mind, so you have to be honest.”

“I can do that. Okay, another question.”

“Anything,” I reply and yawn.

“I can ask tomorrow. You’re so tired.” She rests her palm on my cheek.

I turn my face and press a kiss to her cool hand, enjoying her touch. “I’m okay, let’s get this all talked out so we can move on.”

“I noticed some girls called their Doms sir or master. Do you want me to call you that?” Her eyes say, Never in a million years, dude.

I offer her a smile and shake my head. “I’m not your father, and I won’t insist that you address me as sir or master. I’m Matt or any other sexy-as-hell nickname you might come up with for me. But if we do go to the club, you should know that I’m known as Master Matt there.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m a master in Shibari, and I’ve achieved Master Dom status within the club. So the subs address me as such.” She frowns, but I reassure her with, “It’s just the protocol, Nic. It’s respectful.”

“Will I have to kneel?”

“If we’re at the club, yes, but I don’t expect you to kneel when we’re alone.”

She exhales deeply and then turns tired eyes to me. “Is that it?”

I chuckle and drag my knuckles down her cheek. “Honestly, I’m shocked that we’re having this conversation so soon.”

“I was just curious,” she responds with wide eyes, but I stop her before she gets the wrong idea.

“I’m happy, Nic. I was going to suggest that we pursue this, but I thought I’d have to be a bit more persuasive.”

“Well, I am curious, and I do like you, Matt. But I need to be clear with you, this is new to me, and I’m not okay with being told how to live my life.”

“That’s fair.” I nod. “And this also needs to be said: I don’t share, Nic. Ever. I won’t let other Doms touch you. They may watch”—her eyes widen at that—“but they’ll never touch you.”

“I don’t share either,” she whispers.

“Good, then we’re on the same page.”

I stand with her in my arms. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

“Wow, that was quick,” she replies sarcastically.

“We are both exhausted, baby. I’d like to curl up around you and sleep for about eight hours and then wake up and bury myself inside you for another eight.”

She checks her watch and grins. “I have to be at work in thirty-six hours.”

“You have tomorrow off?”

She nods happily.

“Then we’d better get started.”

She laughs and points in the direction of her bedroom.

I like her apartment. It’s small, but there’s little clutter. The furniture is updated but not too fancy.

But her bedroom pulls at my heart. It’s pure woman. The bed is a king-size four-poster with sheer curtains hanging at each corner.

“We’re going to have fun with this bed, sweetheart.”

She grins and lays her head on my shoulder as I look around the room. I was here before but admittedly was too busy looking at her to take in her bedroom. Her bedding has small pink roses on it. A vanity in one corner of the room is covered in makeup and hair stuff, and there is a pile of shoes in another corner.

“You don’t have enough storage space,” I comment.