“Mmm. Something you should know if you’re serious about wanting to get involved with me, if you want to go beyond this—I’m absolutely going to want to play with your ass, and eventually use my strap-on.” She sounded so gleeful when she said it, Luke’s cock twitched a little.

But he still couldn’t shake his apprehension either.

Yes, he’d put he was open to anal play, etc. on his survey. But for some reason he hadn’t expected to actually like it. Definitely not to the point he had. He knew it didn’t make him gay or less of a man, but for some reason he still felt like he wasn’t supposed to have enjoyed having her fingers in his ass so much. Wasn’t supposed to feel his cock twitch at the thought of her pegging him. He didn’t even know why he felt like it was okay to tolerate or participate in the activity, bearing it because it was what she wanted, but it was somehow wrong for him to actually find pleasure in the act.

His head was all sorts of fucked up right now though. Was this the subdrop she’d talked about in class?

Luke tightened his arms around her. The confliction he was feeling confused him. He wanted Olivia, and he’d loved what they’d just done, but…

He wasn’t even sure he could explain it. For some reason he felt very vulnerable and exposed, not just to her but to everyone.

After all, Olivia was a Domme. Luke hadn’t fully appreciated until just this moment what that meant. Not just that she would boss him around in the bedroom, but the full scale of what she wanted to do to him… everyone would not only know what she was doing, they’d be able to guess at most of it and they’d know how much he liked it.

And it was fucking with his head.

10

Walking into Marquis to start her day of work Monday morning, Olivia tried to shake the feeling of unhappiness hanging over her. She’d had to drive a rental car in this morning after dropping her car off to have the paint fixed. Seeing the car door again this morning, in the sunlight, had gotten her all ticked off again. Ticked off and a little disturbed. Not knowing for sure whether or not it was Roland who had carved the insult onto her door was uncomfortable.

She hadn’t really thought he’d be the type, but at the same time she definitely couldn’t imagine anyone else doing it. Or maybe she just didn’t want to be able to imagine anyone else?

Ugh. She didn’t know.

It made for an unsettling morning. Which was really too bad after all the effort she and Luke had gone through to get her relaxed. Although, she wasn’t completely comfortable thinking about that either.