The threat of his bite was replaced with the shivering pleasure of his tongue stroking along her outer ear. “That’s right. Now like I said before, you’ll tell me if you want me to stop.”

“I don’t.”

His hands moved up from her waist, both big palms cupping her breasts and sending crazy pleasure sizzling through her. “Such a naïve thing. I promise to keep you as naïve as possible.”

She didn’t want him thinking she was some innocent thing. “I’m not naïve, Sir. I might look like some princess, but I assure you I’ve got scars that you can’t see.”

“Well, I don’t intend to give you any more. I’m going to treat you like a princess. A submissive princess who likes to obey her servant when it comes to pleasure, but a princess all the same. Have you had D/s sex?”

She nodded. “I’m afraid I was one of the trainees who experimented a bit with her partner.”

He chuckled. “That’s only to be expected. I take it the relationship didn’t last outside the training class? And by the way, my training partner and I fucked like bunnies the whole six weeks we were in our class together, so it’s perfectly normal.”

She still thought fondly of those days. “We were too different. Good partners when it came to training, but we wouldn’t have made it in the real world. We were too much alike. If I’ve figured one thing out it’s that opposites attract. Maybe not direct opposites, but truly good partners in life need to support each other’s strengths and fill in on the flaws. Will needs Bridget because she’s oddly romantic, and she needs Will to ground her.”

“Mitch would be alone without Laurel’s patience,” he said. “I know because I was there. But I don’t want to talk about your family. What did you like about D/s sex that you didn’t get from vanilla?”

“This, Remy. The fact that you’re touching me and talking to me and thinking about me. You’re not fumbling around and guessing and hoping you get off and out of my apartment as soon as possible. I can’t think about anything else but what you’re doing to me because you’re keeping me here in the moment with you.” Vanilla sex hadn’t been bad, but sometimes it had frustrated her. D/s required she talk about what she needed. It stripped away the embarrassment and left her truly communicating with her partner.