Equation for Love Sutherland, Fae (learn to read activity book TXT) 📖

Skye snorted. "Let's just say I immediately cleared mybrowser historyjust incase."

"None of what you found intrigued you, professor? Nothing caught your interest and made your heart race?"

Skye shifted in his seat some more, narrowing his eyes at Liam. "This is a sillyconversation."

"Answer me, Skye."His voice was firm.

Skye's eyes flicked to meet his gaze, wide behind his glasses. "Yes. Some things maybe caught my...attention."

"What things?" Skye's response to his authoritative tone told Liammore thanthe other manknew.

Skye let out a breath as he glanced around again. "I...here? Whycan't we go to the hotel?"

Liamlifted one brow. He didn't saya word.

Skye sighed again, squirming. "There was..." He lowered his voice. "There was some stuff about, um...I don't know, bondage. Leather bondage."

Oh, Liam liked the sound of that. Skye with his smooth, pale skin, bound in black leather shackles, ankle cuffs, even a chest harness... Liam's cock liked the idea verymuch. "Tellme more."

Skye's breath was quick and shallow, and if his eyes weren't so black, Liam was sure he'd see they were dilated in response to the subject and the situation

itself."What more? There were pictures. Lots of them.

Very...well, shockingpictures."

"Oh, I bet there were. Was it just the bondage that

caught your eye?"

Skye gave him a pleading look, but when Liam

didn't relent, the other man let out a shaky breath,

lickinghis lips. "No, not just the bondage."

"No, Sir."

Skye blinked. "What?"

Liam smiled. "Sir, Skye. I want you to call me Sir

right now."

Skye's brows knit. "Why?"

Liam debated shifting the conversation back on

track, but he supposed this was on track, too, in a way.

The simple answer was, Because I said so, but that

wasn't allthere was to it.

"Because it puts youinthe right frame ofmind. Or it

willeventually."

"What do youmean?"

Liam lifted one shoulder. "I'm not with you twentyfour/seven, Skye. I'm not in control of you every moment. Even the times we are together, we might not be exploring your submissive tendencies all the time. However, when we are exploring it, when we're in that part of ourselves, it's a verbal cue. Sir is less about me wanting you to defer to me and more about getting you in the proper state of mind for what I have to teach you

next."Skye seemed to think about it--he was always

thinking--and then met Liam's eyes. "What if you weren't teaching me? I mean, would another Dom expect the same thing?"

Liam stomach flipped at the thought--Skye with another Dom--but he pushed aside the odd sensationto focus on the question. "Probably. Sir or Master are pretty common. It's not for me, though. It's for you. It's about turning on the switch inside you that says it's time to stop being 'Skye the genius in charge of everything' and be 'Skye the submissive who wants to please his Dom.'"Liamtilted his head. "Make sense?"

Skye hesitated, then nodded after a moment's pause. "In a strange way, yes. I'd have never thought of it like that." Then he smiled, almost shyly. "Thank you for answeringmyquestion."

"You're welcome. Now I'd like you to answer mine. Properly this time. Was it just the bondage that caught your attention, Skye?"

Skye pushed his glasses up with one finger and met Liam's gaze. "Yes, Sir. Just the bondage."

Liamwas the one shifting in his seat now, heart rate kicking up. "What about it?" Liam was dying to know what had gotten Skye all worked up, sitting there alone inthe hotelroomwithhis laptop after Liamhad left.

Skye cringed a little, running his hand through his hair. "There was one site...there was bondage. All, um...leather and rope and things--" He cut off, and Liam smiled. It was cute, how Skye struggled with the words.

"And youliked it? Youwant to tryit?"Theyalready knew Skye liked beingheld down. Liamwould bet he'd also get offonthe idea ofcomplete helplessness.

"Maybe."

Bingo. Liamdid his best not to groan, gazing down to try to compose himself. He looked up after a minute and knew the smile on his face was wicked as hell. The sort of "Oh crap, what have I gotten myself into" look onSkye's said it all.

"Whichtype ofbondage caught your eye most? The leather, the rope, the prettyscarves?"

Skye rubbed the palms of his hands on his thighs as he shifted inhis seat. "I don't know."

Liam shook his head. "Not true. Tell me what you felt when you saw those pictures."He wished he'd been there to see it firsthand. To witness the way his eyes might have lit up, his cheeks turn ruddy with a blush maybe.

Skye gave himan indignant look. "I should fire you. I said I didn't think here was the proper place to have this discussion. Youwork for me, youknow."

"Yousound like a petulant child who's beingtold no for the first time in his life." Liam lifted his brows. "Is that it, Skye? You're not used to someone telling you no?"Probably not, actually. He was a genius, special, highly sought after by colleges and companies and the scientific community. Liam would bet he wasn't told what to do veryoften, ifever. Whichwas preciselywhy Skye craved it. Even if he didn't know what he craved,

yet.Yet.

"What I'm not used to is people I hire insisting on not doing the job I hired them to do, but instead going offon their own tangent and choosing to do something I never asked for and certainlydid not agree to payfor."

Liamleaned back in his chair, taking another sip of his drink. "That's a valid point. Or it would be except you seemed pretty clear the other night our 'lessons' were going to be up to me. Since I am the expert, after all. You wouldn't be very good at deciding what I ought to teach you, since