Maggie had asked her question with a light, teasing tone, likely so that she could be flippant about it if he turned her down. But he heard the shakiness that sketched across her vocal chords. Her body was rigid, her smile false and the atmosphere seemed charged with tension. His answer and this moment, both mattered to her.He’d given up hope that she would mention playing with him again. And he respected that. If Maggie wanted to keep their personal experience confined to a one-night stand at the Den… Well, that wasn’t the way he preferred it, but he wouldn’t push. For any relationship with a sub to be successful, she had to offer herself freely. Now that she was here…He tried not to let her know how many times he’d jacked off, thinking about her coming to him and asking to scene. Since the night at the Den, he’d thought about little else other than Maggie and her unrehearsed responses, her whimpers, the way she moved her body, sometimes with sensuous grace, sometimes with an exaggerated tease.Part of him realised it would have been smarter not to have played with her in the first place.
