Free Club Prive Book 4 by M. S. Parker

rather pleased with himself. I wasn’t sure if it was because he’d actually talked me into fishing or because he was truly enjoying it. I didn’t think this was going to become a hobby of mine, but there was something soothing about watching the waves behind us, the wind blowing across the deck, the gentle tug of the pole in my hands.
     
    Thing was, neither that nor the bottle of sparkling water I’d gotten from the cooler next to my seat was able to completely clear my mind. My thoughts kept returning to those leather restraints on the bed below and the comments Gavin had made last night about spanking me. After I’d first discovered what kind of club Gavin owned, Krissy and I had talked about what I would do if Gavin was into the whole S&M scene. I hadn’t been able to give her an answer because I hadn’t known what my response would be. He’d shown dominant tendencies before, but last night had been intense enough to make my previous questions return.
     
    “Your body’s here but your mind’s a thousand miles away,” Gavin said. “Is something wrong?”
     
    I turned towards him and saw the concern on his face. If I couldn’t talk to him about this, how could I ever have a relationship with him? I needed to know, and this was as good a time as any to ask.
     
    “I was wondering,” I began. “In the bedroom, there were those straps on the bed, like the ones at the club.”
     
    Gavin nodded, but didn’t interrupt.
     
    “And, last night.” I could feel the flush threatening to creep up but didn’t let it stop me. “You said you wanted to spank me.”
     
    He went very still, and I knew that if he hadn’t been wearing sunglasses, I’d see worry in his eyes.
     
    “I guess what I’m trying to ask, and doing a bad job of it, is how much into the whole S&M thing are you?” The words came out in a rush. “And I need to know why.”
     
    Gavin leaned forward, a thoughtful expression on his face. “I suppose it is time we talked about this.” He clasped his hands in front of him. “Let me answer the why first. The other is a bit more detailed.” One corner of his mouth twitched like he wanted to smile.
     
    I nodded and tried to make my face as expressionless as possible. I wasn’t sure what Gavin was going to say or how I was going to feel about it. The last thing I wanted to do was have a knee-jerk reaction and ruin things with him.
     
    “The BDSM scene isn’t about pain or humiliation. Not like we traditionally think about those things. It’s about trust and pleasure.” He was choosing his words carefully. “What brings that pleasure is just different than what people think of as normal. Some people are wired to only experience pleasure in a soft touch, in gentle love-making. They only want tenderness and a slow pace. Other people are wired differently. We crave other forms of sensation, and need different stimuli.”
     
    He paused, then took off his sunglasses so that I could see his eyes. I did the same, understanding that we needed to connect for this conversation.
     
    “You can’t imagine the levels of pleasure you can attain when you give yourself over to your true desires.” His voice softened. “Or maybe, after last night, you have an idea.”
     
    I shifted in my seat. I knew what he meant. The orgasms I’d experienced during our time together yesterday were like nothing I’d ever felt before.
     
    “As for your first question,” he continued. “It’s a complicated answer because there are so many aspects to BDSM that it can’t be looked at too broadly.”
     
    I nodded as if I understood what he was saying when, in reality, I had no clue. Fortunately, he explained himself.
     
    “I’m a dominant person, Carrie. It’s part of my personality. I like to be the one initiating the action.” He grinned suddenly. “Though I have to admit, I have liked it when you’ve started things.”
     
    I smiled back, the tension in my body easing slightly.
     
    “But, for the