Brutal Honesty

Initiation into Submission: High Protocol

Book Two

One night didn’t equate to a relationship. But the connection revealed more than sexual attraction.

Maybe the whiskey had hit his head and his thoughts took him to a place that didn’t exist, a place

Sipping from his whiskey, he stared at his phone again. Then he set the drink aside and sent her a text. Brutally honest?

After several minutes, she responded with a question. Did tying her up turn you on?

Not as much as you watching. One more thing he found attractive about her. She didn’t hide her truth. Why did you come to the dungeon? He waited, blood rushing through his ears, for her response.

To know the truth. A text immediately followed. About you. where he had her in his private dungeon.

His truth. His inner most desires, fears, needs. The pieces of him that didn’t fit the image he projected to his family, friends, colleagues, or contacts.

That was a demonstration. Not what I’d do to you.

He waited. Then when she didn’t reply, he sent a question mark.

His phone rang. His heartbeat spiked. On the second ring, he tapped to answer. Rather than say hello, he said, “Be sure you want to know the answers.”

“Did you come?”

“Tonight?”

She sighed. “Yes, did tying her up make you hard? Did you take her to a private room and make love to her? Why did you ask me to go home with you if a rope girl is what turns you on? Why pretend to enjoy sex with me when clearly what we did isn’t enough flavoring in your ice cream?” The rapid fire of questions made his head spin as he tried to keep track of them.

“Sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart?” Her voice took on a clipped, sarcastic edge. “That’s what Ronan calls me, and I don’t want to mix up my Doms.”

Avery clenched his teeth. “He calls you sweetheart?”

“It’s not your turn for questions.”

He leaned back on the couch and let her voice seep into him. “Rope girl doesn’t turn me on. You do.”

She snorted. “Two nights in a row at Protocol. You’ve proven that to be a lie.”

“I’m not lying. If I wasn’t interested, why would I continue to pursue you? I want you tied up, breathless, your nipples hard, your cream on my fingers, and your teeth sinking into your red lips as you come.”

She didn’t speak, but the cadence of her breath changed. “Is this BDSM phone sex?”

“No. Just answering your question on what would turn me on.” His turn for a question. “Did you sleep with Ronan?”

“No, we didn’t sleep.”

Jealousy clawed at his thoughts. “Did you fuck him?”

“It’s my turn for a question. Did seeing me with Ronan turn you on?”

“No.”

“That’s all I get as an answer?”

“Fuck no.”