Chapter 17
“What kind of connection?”
I didn’t hesitate. “Like I said earlier, trust. Real, visceral, soul–deep trust. The kind that lets you close your eyes and fall, knowing someone will eatchs ger Even when they’re the same person pushing you down.”
He didn’t answer, but his breath hitched again; he shifted in the chair, avoiding my eyes. His voice, when it finally came, was low. A little scratcing.
“So… is BDSM just, like… sex with ropes?”
I raised a brow.
He shrugged defensively. “I mean, I’ve seen the movies. Whips, chains, blindfolds. Lots of leather. Or, I don’t know, latex.” His nose scrunched like he’d just tasted something sour. “Is that what this is?”
A quiet chuckle escaped me before I could stop it.
“Is that what you’re worried about?” I asked. “That I’m going to pull out a dungeon and a leash?”
Noah flushed. “I’m just asking. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing here.”
I leaned forward slightly, voice low. Calm. Controlled.
“Noah, BDSM isn’t about costumes or kinks–though those things can be part of it, and I do have a special, fully equipped room I like to use. But at its core. it’s about control. Discipline. Surrender. And here’s that word again–trust.”
He went still. I could practically hear the gears grinding behind his eyes.
I rose from my chair and took a slow step forward, letting the silence hum between us like a live wire. “I’m not offering you just sex, but structure. That’s where the power exchange begins. When done right, it’s not about pain. It’s about freedom. Freedom through rules. Clarity through obedience. Peace in
submission… sometimes, sexual.”
He swallowed hard, eyes tracking me as I moved closer–slowly, deliberately–until I was just a breath away. I didn’t touch him. Not yet. Just stood there, letting my presence speak louder than words.
When he opened his mouth–probably to tell me, for the hundredth time, that he wasn’t into men–1 held up a hand.
“Before you give me that crap about being straight,” I said calmly, “let me make one thing clear–this isn’t about your sexuality.”
His mouth snapped shut, and I continued.
“BDSM is not about gender. It’s not about being gay or straight or anything in between. It’s about the space between pain and pleasure, about learning how your body reacts when your mind lets go of the wheel.”
I leaned back slightly, watching him as his brows furrowed, lips parted.
His mouth opened, likely to protest again, but I didn’t give him the chance. I leaned in–not touching–just letting my breath skim the side of his face, close
enough to make the air between us throb.
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Chapter 17
“Some dynamics are romantic, 1 murmured near his ear. “Some are platonic. Some are intensely physical… without even involving Couch
I shifted, letting the faintest whisper of heat pass between in as I moved around to face him again.
“It’s about connection,” I said, voice still quiet but sharpened now. “About what two people agree to share. Their rules. Their boundaries. Their power?
I tilted my head, locking eyes with him–watching the color bloom high on his cheeks, his chest rise with every shallow breath.
“There are submissives who’ve never been touched and still come harder than they ever have in their lives,” I added softly. “And Dominants who never even undress their partners… but leave them trembling with a single command.”
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His lips parted, but no sound came. I watched his hands tighten on his knees, his whole body caught somewhere between rebellion and surrender.
He was already responding. Mind first. Body second.
Perfect.
He was going to be fun to work with–a diamond in the rough… And I was going to polish him until he shined.
“Say I’m… considering this. What happens next?”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
