I am both Demisexual (if you don’t know what that means and would like to, you can find out here) and kinky so my idea of sexy as always lain just a little outside of the norm. My version of sexy has always been more about the emotional than the physical, but has always included a sexy man who isn’t afraid to set limits and occasionally save me from myself. Like me, Norah, from my latest novel, The Man She Needed, has spent years wishing to find a man who wouldn’t be afraid to take her in hand. However, when she meets Caine Landry, things soon get a lot more real than she ever expected.
“I don’t think so,” Caine countered. “Have you found a corner yet?”
Caught between completely stunned and incensed beyond words, Norah took the phone and stomped around the house looking for suitable corner. She clearly hadn’t been thinking about disciplinary compatibility when she arranged the furniture in the house. The living room corners were occupied with bookshelves and Maeve’s climber. Her bedroom corners were filled with a jumble of lives odds and ends. The kitchen corners were taken up by counters and cabinets. She was just about to tell Caine she couldn’t stand in the corner because there were no
empty corners in her house when she finally found an empty corner in the little hallway made by
the walls of the bathroom, the closet and the laundry room. It made a short three-walled hall and
the back of it had two empty corners. “I have now,” she replied through gritted teeth.
“Good girl,” Caine praised. “Face the corner. Hands by your side. I’ll tell you when you’re done.”
Damn him. How could she stay appropriately mad at him when he absolutely melted her by saying something like that? Good girl was one of those delicious phrases that never failed to make her melt. She heaved a heavy sigh but obeyed. It didn’t take long before staring at the paint became mind-numbingly boring and Norah began to fidget.
“Be still,” Caine said suddenly over the phone. Norah jumped, startled. In the quiet, she had forgotten he was there. “I can hear you moving. I’m not an expert, but I’m pretty sure standing in the corner means that you stay quiet and still.”
“I’m trying,” Norah shot back. It sounded uncomfortably like a whine, but frankly she didn’t care. “It’s boring.”
“Good,” Caine said smugly. “Maybe you’ll remember that the next time you’re tempted to skip lunch or any other meal. It’s a lot more annoying to stand in the corner than it is to take a few minutes and eat appropriately.”
Norah huffed, rolling her eyes. Why did she have to tell him she wanted a DD relationship anyway? If she had just kept her mouth shut, Caine wouldn’t have known anything about rules or punishments or any of this stuff. Why had she ever started this?