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

Skye's jaw clenched and he looked away, and Liamlet out a quiet sound ofunderstanding.

"Ahhh. I see now. Skye, there's nothing wrong with not being the expert in every single thing. Tell me this-did youenjoythe other night? WhenI took control?"

Skye peered up at himfromunder his heavybrows. "That's not the--"

"It is the point. Now answer me."He used the same authoritative, quiet tone from earlier. And, as before, Skye responded.

"Yes, I did."

"Sir."

Skye's look could have sliced a lesser man to ribbons. "Yes, Sir, I enjoyed it."

Liamsmiled at his petulance. He was going to be a handful, for sure. Liam fucking loved a bratty sub; he couldn't even lie. Training them without breaking them was his favorite part. Because that kind of spirit ought to be protected, just turned to a more productive direction. This was goingto be so muchfun.

"Then why wouldn't you want to explore it? And exploring it means letting me teach you. Who else is going to teach you? It's what you hired me for, Skye, to show you all the pleasures you didn't know were out there. Doesn't it make sense to focus in on the things you show a clear aptitude for?" He leaned forward a bit. "When you were little and you showed an aptitude for math, for science, didn't your educators zero in on that gift and hone it, nurture it? Did theywaste their time trying to get you to enjoy other subjects and avoid the one youexcelled at?"

Skye let out a breath. "You should maybe have beena lawyer instead ofanescort."

Liam laughed, leaning back again. "Actually, I was in construction before this." He almost didn't continue, then shrugged. "The economy hit hard and here I am. Believe me, I never had the brains to be a lawyer or even finish college." A vocational school... sure, he'd gotten a certificate from one of those, but a real university? Withlaw school, too? Ha.

Skye didn't say anything, just looked at him with those piercing dark eyes for a minute, then let out a sigh and reached for his drink. "All right, so you made a good point. I would expect a good teacher to focus on mystrongpoints, yes. And I did enjoyit. Verymuch."

Liam smiled at the sort of embarrassed look on Skye's face. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, professor. I enjoyed it, too, youknow."

That got Skye's attention. "You did? I mean, it seemed like it, but you must be very good at faking it..."

This was always a very touchy subject he tended to avoid like the plague with any client. They all wanted to know if he'd really enjoyed it, if they were special somehow and had made the jaded whore feel again. The truth was, he did enjoy it. Every time. In some way or another, he could find something to desire in anyone, whichmade what he did withthemless a dutyand more a pleasure. Sometimes it took a little more looking to find the thing he could desire in a person, but the vast majority of his clients were lonely, average Joes, not monsters or hideous freaks.

"I don't fake it, Skye. I certainly didn't fake it the other night with you." If Liam were honest, he'd admit he'd spent a hellof a lot of time thinking about Skye the past couple ofdays. More time thanhe should.

"Really?" Skye looked like he wasn't sure if he should believe him, or even whether he wanted to, and Liam decided a change of subject was necessary. This was getting way too personaland way too real. Time to get back to fantasyand Skye's lessons.

"Yes, really. Now, you still haven't answered my question. Stop evading, professor. What was it about the bondage that caught your interest?"

Skye didn't say anything, but Liam didn't think he was being ignored. He thought Skye was just thinking about his answer. Which was good. Finally, Skye met his gaze.

"I didn't understand it. And yet...I did."He frowned and sighed, took off his glasses to rub his eyes, then slipped themback on. "It doesn't make sense."

"Sure, it does. It's not as if you had any reason to evenknow this kind ofthingexisted before. Whywould you understand it? You can, however, be viscerally drawn to it. Because some part of you recognizes what it needs, even though you didn't even know you needed

it."

Skye pursed his lips and shook his head. "That is

not

how I do things. It's not efficient."

Liam tried not to laugh because he got the feeling Skye was dead serious. "Efficiency is for air conditioners and car engines. Not for emotions and feelings."

"But...okay, I'm intrigued by it, but that doesn't mean it's this bigneed, Liam. Maybe it's intriguing because it's new."

"Maybe." Liam didn't think so, not after the other night, but he'd playalong. "Thenmaybe we ought to test it out. How else willyouknow for sure?"

As expected, Skye's response was to tense, straightening in his seat. Those heavy, expressive brows drew downover his eyes. "I don't know..."

"I do. Trust me."

That was a lot to ask, he knew, but it was necessary. Liamcouldn't teachhimanythingabout being submissive if, as a Dom, Skye didn't trust him. He just about held his breath waiting for Skye's response. It wasn't a longwait.

"I don't know you."

"True. Which is why I'm not going to ask you to trust me with anything you can't stop if you want. Not yet. And that's why I brought you here. Because it's safe for you. That's the most important thing, Skye, safety."

Skye tilted his head, for once not seeming to notice or care they were in public having this conversation. "If I can stop it, then how are you... I mean, if I'm submitting, shouldn't it be completely?"

"God, do not ever go into a brand new Dom/sub situation with that