whatever one I gave would just end up disappointing you, since youcan't imagine beinginmyshoes."
Skye gave him a wry smile. "Well, I'm in my shoes and those are uncomfortable enough at the moment. I rescind the question I was going to ask."He went silent as the waitress returned with Liam's card and a flirty smile. When she was gone, Skye met Liam's gaze. "WhyamI here, then?"
"I already told you. Because the other night you learned something about yourself you can't ignore. Shouldn't ignore, anyway. And if I'mgoing to teach you about it, whichI'd like to, thenI need some info."
Skye narrowed his eyes, expression wary. "Like what?"
"Do you know anything about BDSM?" Considering Skye's reaction the other night, he was going to guess no. You could never tell, though, so it was best to ask.
Skye shook his head. Thenshrugged. "I Googled."
Liam's brows lifted and he smiled. "You did? When?"
Skye shifted in his seat, taking another drink and not meetingLiam's eyes. "After. Youknow."
Oh, Liam knew all right. So Skye had grabbed his laptop and gone Googling for information. He wasn't at all surprised, now that Skye had mentioned it. It was the kind ofthinghe should have expected. The manwas a scientist. Of course he would want as much informationas possible.
"And what did youfind, Skye?"
Skye met his gaze. "A lot of very strange things. And ifyou think for one second I'mletting you do some ofthat"--he shook his head--"you've lost your mind."
Liam laughed. "Yeah, I imagine some of it made your eyes just about pop out ofyour head, didn't it?"
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
Skye gave him a wry smile. "Well, I'm in my shoes and those are uncomfortable enough at the moment. I rescind the question I was going to ask."He went silent as the waitress returned with Liam's card and a flirty smile. When she was gone, Skye met Liam's gaze. "WhyamI here, then?"
"I already told you. Because the other night you learned something about yourself you can't ignore. Shouldn't ignore, anyway. And if I'mgoing to teach you about it, whichI'd like to, thenI need some info."
Skye narrowed his eyes, expression wary. "Like what?"
"Do you know anything about BDSM?" Considering Skye's reaction the other night, he was going to guess no. You could never tell, though, so it was best to ask.
Skye shook his head. Thenshrugged. "I Googled."
Liam's brows lifted and he smiled. "You did? When?"
Skye shifted in his seat, taking another drink and not meetingLiam's eyes. "After. Youknow."
Oh, Liam knew all right. So Skye had grabbed his laptop and gone Googling for information. He wasn't at all surprised, now that Skye had mentioned it. It was the kind ofthinghe should have expected. The manwas a scientist. Of course he would want as much informationas possible.
"And what did youfind, Skye?"
Skye met his gaze. "A lot of very strange things. And ifyou think for one second I'mletting you do some ofthat"--he shook his head--"you've lost your mind."
Liam laughed. "Yeah, I imagine some of it made your eyes just about pop out ofyour head, didn't it?"
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