Make Me, Sir (Doms of Decadence 5)

“Can we play at the club on Saturday night?”

Reagan stared up him, a hopeful look on her face. Satisfaction filled him as he took in the swollen lips, the happy look on her face. His cock hardened further, and he winced slightly.

“Sir?”

Shit. She’d asked him a question. What was it? Oh, the club. He would love to play with her. Unfortunately, he couldn’t guard her and scene with her. Not in a public place. He shook his head, and her face fell.

“Oh.”

He frowned slightly as he felt her withdraw, her face closing down. “What are you thinking?”

“Nothing.”

“Uh-uh. Doesn’t work that way. I ask. You answer.”

“Well, that doesn’t seem fair.”

“Reagan,” he growled. “You’ve closed down. What’s going

on?”

“It’s nothing.” She turned her gaze away. “I get why you don’t want to scene with me.”

Did she just? He was willing to bet everything he owned her reasons and his were vastly different.

“Tell me.”

“I don’t need to tell you. You already know.”

“Humor me,” he told her dryly.

“It’s simple. You don’t want anyone to scene with me in public. I get it.”

He didn’t. He didn’t understand her reasoning at all. But as she tried to wiggle off his lap, he knew he would have to figure out what was going on.

“Reagan, why wouldn’t I want to play with you in public?”

She shrugged. “You might be scared I’ll embarrass you.”

He growled. “I’m not. How could you think that?”

“I don’t know what this is.” She gestured between them. “For a while, I didn’t even think you wanted me.”

Not want her? Was she crazy? “This is…this is…it’s us.”

She looked puzzled.

He searched for the right words. Not his forte. “You’re mine, damn it. This is what this is.” Fuck, he needed to explain things better. He sounded like a total Neanderthal.

“Reagan—”

“I am?” She looked pleased rather than pissed off. He should have known she wouldn’t react the way he expected her to.

“Yes.”

“Oh, so why don’t you want to scene with me? A lot of Doms don’t want to scene with me. I’m difficult, remember? I think Paul told me that. Or was it Logan? No, Logan said I was a terrible submissive.” Her voice was lighthearted, but he could hear the pain beneath. He cursed those other assholes.

He cupped her face between his hands. “Do not put yourself down.”