Domme By Default by Tymber Dalton Read Free Book Online

power, it felt impressive to me. He waited for my answer.
    "Tell me how to get my head on straight."
    He smiled, full of kindness. "Why don't you start from the beginning?" he suggested. "What happened?"
    I took a deep breath and started from the beginning. The waitress interrupted me for our dinner order. I wasn't hungry, but I knew if I didn't eat something I'd need Tony to pour me into the check-in desk across the street. I ordered fettuccini Alfredo, hoping they couldn't screw it up and figuring it would be easy to choke down.
    He listened without interrupting. When I finished about the time our food arrived, he studied me for a minute before speaking.
    "You don't have to do this, you know. You can sit him down and tell him you need things to go back to the way they were. It has to be a two-way street."
    I shook my head. "You don't see the look in his eyes when we play. It's like he's a new man. I can't take that away from him. He enjoys it so much."
    "But you're not having fun." He looked at me. "Are you?"
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    I thought about it. "Sometimes," I admitted. I thought about it longer when Tony didn't reply. "I enjoy that he enjoys it. I like that I can make him feel that good. That part I really enjoy."
    "It's a powerful feeling, isn't it?" he quietly asked.
    I nodded.
    "Everyone's in it for their own reason. But being able to make someone feel like that," he said, his voice low but still somehow strong, "is very powerful. To fulfill someone's desires, to give them the feelings they want to experience, to in essence, make their dreams come true."
    I snorted. "Fairy fucking godmother."
    He laughed, a low, warm sound that stirred something inside me I knew should remain dormant.
    He wore no wedding ring and I stupidly realized for the first time I'd flown halfway across the country to meet with a man who was practically a stranger, and no one knew where the hell I'd gone except Delta, American Express, and Avis.
    Proving yet again why he was the more experienced Dom, he studied me. "You didn't come here for a play date." It was a statement, not a question.
    I shook my head.
    "I didn't think so. I'm glad to hear it, because frankly, I couldn't have given you that right now anyway."
    I breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled again.
    "You're safe. Although I might need to see you to your hotel."
    I laughed, feeling the buzz of the rum course through me.
    No, I wasn't driving anywhere anytime soon.
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    I'd put my phone on silent and glanced at it halfway through the meal. The restaurant was open twenty-four hours, and it was now after ten local time.
    Was my husband sitting on the couch with the phone in his hand, praying I'd call? Was he waiting on the bed for me, hoping I'd walk through the door any minute?
    Had he fallen asleep?
    I jumped, startled, as my phone lit up again.
    Question answered.
    Tony silently held out his hand and I passed my phone to him. He stood. As he walked away from the table, out the front door, he answered the call.
    The longest twenty minutes of my life. I was glad Tony had at least finished his meal so it wasn't going cold. Tony returned and handed the phone to me.
    I didn't know what or how to ask, so I didn't.
    "He's worried," he finally said.
    "I kind of guessed that."
    He leaned back in his chair. "Don't you want to know what I told him?"
    Unable to meet the weight of his gaze, I looked at my phone and shrugged.
    He leaned forward so his voice wouldn't carry. "I'm not your Dom," he whispered. "I can't be that for you. Not like this, at least. Not under these circumstances."
    "I don't want that from you. I just need..."
    What? What did I need?
    Tony helped. "Grounding?"
    I nodded. Good as word as any.
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    I took a deep breath and met his eyes again. "I need to learn how not to hurt my husband, even when I really want to."
    "I thought you weren't into pain play."
    "I'm not," I whispered.
    He