“The hell I do. I—”

The press of his finger to my lips silences me.

“I told you to strip. Told you that it was my prerogative to order you to suck me off. And baby, that didn’t just make you wet, you’re so aroused I bet it’s painful.”

I say nothing; he’s hit just a little too close to the truth.

“You get off on submitting. On giving up control to a man. But you remember the shit that sick fuck did to you—how he took control, how he made you do things against your will—and it makes you ashamed when you get turned on, and that’s when the nightmares come.”

I hug my arms tight around myself, not liking his words and not understanding how he can be so damn perceptive. But so far he’s not saying a thing that I can argue with.

“But it’s not the same with me, baby. Bob stole your control. I haven’t. I’m calling it being used because that’s how you see it, but that’s not really true. It’s giving yourself over in trust. He took from you, baby. You didn’t give him a goddamn thing. But when you submit to me, you give me everything.”

I do not move. I do not speak. I just stand there as he peels apart the layers of my life, hoping that he truly understands what he’s seeing.

“So we’re going to do exactly what I told you yesterday. You’re mine, Sylvia. Wholly and completely. You’re ready for me when I say and how I say. You’re mine to pleasure. To take. To fuck. Do you understand me?”

“You said we were breaking that deal.”

“And we did. The first time around I was taking. This time, I want you to give control to me. Willingly, sweetheart. Hell, even enthusiastically. Because I promise you, I will make it worthwhile.”

I lick my lips. I am undeniably aroused—he’s definitely nailed that much. But I’m scared, too. “What will you do?”

“All sorts of things, baby. Because the more you give, the less scared you’ll be.”

“You’re talking kink? Bondage? Toys?”

“All of the above. But we’ll start slow.” He brushes my lips with his fingertip. “Is that panic in your eyes, or excitement?”

“A little of both,” I admit.

“You ran from me in Atlanta because I didn’t know what you were battling. But I do now, and we’re going to fight it together. And, sweetheart, I think this is one battle we’re both going to enjoy.”

I am breathing hard, my body tight with anticipation and wonder. Could he really be right? Can I really beat back my fears by giving in to Jackson’s desires? Hell, to my own desires?

“Will you let me help you?” His voice is tight. Earnest. “Will you give yourself to me and let me fight this battle for you?”

I draw a breath, seeing him now as the knight from my fantasies. “Yes. Oh, god, Jackson. Yes.”

“Good.” His grin is slow and very, very wicked. “Now take off your clothes.”

I want to protest that we are outside on a vacant lot, but the words won’t come. I have just agreed to submit, and damn me, I do not want to take back what I have given him.

And, truth be told, the idea of standing naked on this hilltop with Jackson is undeniably exciting.

I strip, then lay my clothes on the jacket he has taken off. Once I’m naked, he steps behind me, then cups my breasts and slides his hands over me. “You’re mine now,” he says. “These breasts, this body. This cunt.” His fingers tease me, and I tilt my head back, losing myself in the sensation of being stroked, aroused. “No touching without permission, sweetheart. I find out you got yourself off, and there will be a price to pay. Do you understand?”

I nod.

“This is how I want you always,” he adds, stroking my sex and teasing me to the brink. “Wet and hot and open for me. So close to the edge that the stroke of my finger over the palm of your hand makes you explode. I want you ready for me. Wild for me. Not because I demand it, but because you want it. Not because I’m taking, but because you’re giving.”

He’s been stroking me in time with his words, teasing my clit with tight circles that are building and building until I am quite certain that I will come so hard and so fast that I could fly all the way to the Pacific.

“Tell me you want that,” he demands.

“Yes,” I say as he turns me in his arms, then gasp as his mouth closes over mine. The kiss is deep and wild and deliciously intimate, and I cling to him, afraid that I will fall to the ground if I don’t.

When he breaks the kiss, he breaks all contact, and I whimper, because I was so very close to breaking apart in his arms.