Chapter Twelve
Mastering Darren
My husband “took to” pegging more easily—faster, with more an air of muted enthusiasm than much in the way of resistance—than I could possibly have anticipated.
He found what he was supposed to find.
He read what he was supposed to read—a book that I had found a little . . . unsettling.
“That’s what you . . . want?” he’d asked about the harness and its obvious purpose, less flustered than I had expected, voice a little breathy, lying next to me in bed, his head resting on my breasts as I stroked his hair a little distractedly.
“You allow him, in the beginning,” Klaus had instructed, “a little bit of darkness. You let him stay in the shadows . . . in the beginning.”
I think—in the beginning—Darren thought that what was going on was something of an expe
