Desired and Dominated by Eva Simone Read Free Book Online Page B

so bland and colorless and one dimensional.
    For eight years, it has been there, simmering in the background, tainting whatever small connections I have made with the subs I’ve trained. But now that I’ve tasted her; felt her writhing beneath me; seen her laid bare for me, vulnerable and desperate for my touch – she’s all I can think about. I’ve tried to suppress it with work, but everything just feels empty and lackluster.
    It’s been two weeks since I got back, but it feels like forever. Simon and Jess stayed behind for a few weeks, Brandon and Lily are off on their honeymoon, and I’m right back where I started, except now, I know what I’m missing out on. It’s a brutal form of torture, but I derive a twisted pleasure from it. At least now when I lie awake at night tormenting myself with visions of Sofia, they are memories rather than fantasies. It’s a small consolation, but I need to cling to something. My world feels like it’s out of sync, and for a man like me, it’s so far out of my comfort zone. I detest not being in control of every aspect of my life.
    I’m just about to head out to Andromeda for the first time since I got back, when my phone beeps. It’s a message from Sofia. I know I should ignore it and continue with my plans for the evening, but even as I think it, I’m opening her message.
    Sofia: We need to talk.
    Me: There’s nothing to say.
    Sofia: Bullshit, and you know it.
    Me: Why now?
    Sofia: Because I haven’t been able to think about anything else for 2 weeks. If not for you, then for me. Please. I need to get this off my chest.
    There’s something so wrong with me. Just the mention of her chest has me sporting a semi.
    Me: Give me 5 mins. I’ll call you.
    I put in a quick call to the club to cancel the demonstration I had planned for this evening – flogging for pleasure over pain. I was looking forward to working off some of this frustration, but I can’t ignore her need to move on. If talking about it is the only way, then I guess I need to suck it up and tell her once and for all that it was a mistake, no matter how good it felt.
    I hear the foreign dial tone, and a part of me is upset, knowing that she is so far away from where I am. When she answers, the sound of her sweet, sultry voice causes a physical pain inside of me.
    “Hi, Nate. Thanks for calling.”
    “What is it that you feel needs to be said?”
    “I…I’m angry with you for what you did in Verona.”
    I take a deep breath, my heart heavy from her revelation. “You have every right to be. I’m sorry. It was a mistake, I should never have taken advantage of you like that. It was wrong of me.”
    “I’m not angry because of what we did. That was amazing. It was everything I’ve ever wanted. I’m angry because you left without asking me how I felt about it. You made the decision, disregarding anything I might have to say on the matter.”
    “Sofia…”
    “No. You didn’t want to talk. I do. So you get to listen.” She fucking slays me from half the world away.
    “Okay. I apologize. By all means, continue.”
    I can hear her breathing, slightly labored, with a small waver of nerves.
    “You didn’t take advantage of me that night. I’m not a child. I knew what I wanted, and I pursued you. You may have initiated that first kiss, but don’t kid yourself that I didn’t want it. I came after you; I’m the one that stripped; I’m the one that offered myself to you willingly and without expectation. You threw that back in my face.” There’s a pause, but I know that I need to let her finish. “You…hurt me, Nate. You made me question myself, and why you don’t want me; you confirmed what I already knew – that I’m not good enough for you.”
    “Stop right there. That never has, and never will be true. I’m the one that’s not good enough.”
    She swears under her breath before continuing. “Shouldn’t that be my decision to make? Why do you get to take that choice away from me? What