Am I yours to do with as you please?” I pulled away slightly so I could see Harrison’s handsome face. “I could say yes and force you to be my slave.” “I know. But . . .?” “Why do you assume there is a but?” I shrugged. “Because there always is.” My breathing quickened as I waited for his answer. “Okay, you win,” he conceded with a laugh. “I wanted to say . . . but only if you want to.” “Meaning?” “Meaning that I don’t want to own you.” I swallowed hard. “You don’t?” “No.” His finger traced slowly down the side of my face and along my jawline. “What I’d much rather have is you submitting to me because you want to. Willingly giving yourself to me. There’s a difference between me being your master because I force you to and being your master because you trust me enough to give me the control I crave.”
