I always wondered. If…” Her mouth was on autopilot.“If what, Ella?”“If I crossed your mind wherever you were.”“You don’t cross my mind, Ella. You live in it.” He tugged her closer to him.
She’d never been the kind of woman who angered over being told what to do. She’d never felt unequal or demeaned in a submissive role, rather more like a helpmate and compliment to her lover. And, she’d never once asked why God had made her this way. She didn’t care why. She just wanted to play her part—and for her part to have value.
Those tingles she’d felt in her abdomen spread lower. Her body recognised her lover’s voice, wanted him.
The collar represented something of big importance to her. He knew she saw it as losing who she was. He saw it as her trusting him enough to let him be in charge.
What? Don't you want a girl who can talk dirty to you?His look only hardens. No, Lucy. I'm serious. I won't tolerate that from you. He doesn't look away and I feel that heat in the pit of my stomach, spreading down again. Well...I've heard you curse before... I swallow loudly, but keep his gaze.I'm a man.