How many times over the next forty years would he form words in his brain that spoke of her? He forced the thought out of his mind. He had to live in the now when it came to her. This whole damn night before he’d taken her in here had been walking a tightrope. He’d planned on talking to Will in the locker room, but he’d missed the man and then he’d been sure Will was going to out him. Not that he was doing anything wrong. The relationship was real and the job was real, and the fact that he was involved in both didn’t make either less important.

“How do you feel?” He meant the question to come out in a patient tone, but he kind of ended up growling the words her way. There was something about the words playing through his head that made him anxious.

“I feel good, Master Remy. I like suspension, but I wish your hands were on me,” she whispered. “I like this, but I like being close to you more.”

The words in his head started to shift from pretty poetry about emotions to something more primal, dirtier, and yet still very much how he felt. “For some subs, this is what they want. They want to sit here in suspension and float for a while. Others, well, they want things a little different.”

“I want whatever gets your hands on me. Please. But nothing, I mean nothing, ever made me feel as close to you as your words. It was beautiful. I never heard you talk like that during a scene. Were you quiet about it with the others?”

Oh, she needed to understand. “I’ve never done that in a scene. The words run through my head, but I never shared them with a sub. And honestly, what would have come out of my mouth with other subs had nothing to do with the things you make me feel. All my life these words have run through my head, but I never felt like I had to say them until tonight.”

“If you don’t fuck me hard, I’m going to die because I’ve never wanted a man in my life the way I want you. I want the poet and the Dom and the, god, I want the dirty, filthy lover I can’t get enough of. You say you’ve never done that before. Don’t you stop now. Give me all your dirty words, too. I want them.”

He let his hands find her breasts. He’d bound them tight to make sure she would feel them, be deeply aware of them. “This is the sweetest fruit there is, your feminine beauty. Never have I seen anything I wanted more. I worship here.” He tweaked her breasts before moving under her. He had to shift her slightly to get those pretty nipples in his mouth, but he moved back and forth, licking and sucking them. “These buds are the softest flowers…” He stopped because his head was suddenly filled with words he couldn’t speak.