I sat down my wine glass as I avoided Marcus’ gaze. How could I tell him about what I knew without sounding like some s*x-crazed manic?
Which given how Louis and Marcus had been behaving today wasn’t far off from the truth.
“I know a bit about BDSM.” I said, biting my lip as I looked at him through lowered lashes.
“Safe, sane, consensual. If I don’t have your consent, I won’t try and engage in that type of relationship with you.” He stated and I couldn’t help but smile. “I’d very much like to be your dominant though.”
I felt my heart beat faster, and the butterflies swirled to life in my stomach at his words.
“I’d like that very much,” I said, my eyes meeting his as he reached across the table to take my hands.
“Tell me Amelia, what do you like?” He asked and I could feel
