lip. Even from fifty yards away she could see Alston standing inside, hands on his hips, surveying his property. She rubbed the horse in thanks and walked towards Alston, stopping at the gazebo’s entrance.
“Hello, Alston.”
“Hello, Bryce. I thought you were leaving today.”
“I’m not leaving until you talk to me. Until you see me—the real me and not the version you see in your head.”
The riding crop in his hand twitched, but he didn’t turn around. “You shouldn’t be here.”
Bryce swallowed but didn’t stop. “Don’t push me away because you’re afraid.”
“I don’t base my decisions on fear, Bryce.”
“Now who’s lying?”
He swiveled around, brown eyes boring into her hers, and she fought the urge to step back. “You’re just a girl with a crush. You don’t know what you want.”
“If I were still seventeen, I’d agree with you. But I’m not. I’m twenty-one. I’m a college graduate. About to start a Ph.D. program. I’m an adult and I know exactly what I want.” Bryce climbed the stairs. “I want you.”
“If you knew more about me, you’d change your mind.”
“I know enough. I know that you’re focused, determined, dominant.” She took a deep breath and stepped closer, looking up into his dark brown eyes, begging him to see the truth behind her lashes. “I know that you have certain…likes.”
He snorted, but she pressed on. “It doesn’t turn me off, Alston. If anything…it only makes me want you more. Watching you—the things you did to that woman—I’ve never come so hard in my life.”
“How many men have you been with, Bryce?”
She blushed. “Two.”
“I can’t ask you to step into that world with me.”
“What world? Bondage? Domination? I want it. I want you to do those things to me—tie me up, make me yours. I’ll submit. I won’t run. And what I said last night stands. No one has to know.”
“That’s what you say now, but in the moment—when you’re exposed and vulnerable—you’ll change your mind. And it’ll be too late.”
“Stop telling me what I’ll feel or think or do. I’m stronger than you give me credit for, Alston.”
“I never said you weren’t strong, Bryce.” He reached out, fingers a breath away from her cheek, and she closed her eyes. “But people change their minds all the time. They get too deep, too fast, and they panic. I won’t go down that road again.”
She popped her eyes open and looked up at him. “Whatever happened to you in the past—whatever it was that caused the rift in your family—I’m no part of it.”
He dropped his hand and stepped back. “What do you know about that?”
“Nothing, other than something bad had to happen. Something terrible that made you who you are.”
“I made me. Nothing and no one else.”
“You know what I mean.” She stepped forward and reached for him.
“I don’t think I know you at all, Bryce.”
“I want you to. I want you to know all of me.”
He grabbed her by the wrist and tugged until she crashed into him, chest pressing into his, belly rubbing up against the unmistakable erection inside his pants. Tightening his grip, he ground his hips into hers and she moaned out loud. He wanted her. His hard cock proved it.
“Are you sure?”
“Completely.”
Before she could say another word, something flicked against her leg. What the—? Bryce glanced down and choked back a gasp. The riding crop . Alston ran it up her inner thigh with his free hand, flicking it against her skin in little bursts, tickling instead of hitting.
A shiver coursed through her body and Bryce edged closer, rubbing against him as she forced herself to breathe.
“So tell me, are you frightened?” He inched the crop higher, flicking between her legs a little harder every time.
“A bit.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No. God, no.” She wanted him to bend her over, rip her panties off and take her right there.
“Good.” He let her wrist go and she stepped