Rebecca checked herself in the mirror. The cream-colored lace robe did more to show off her body instead of hide it. The lace was translucent and barely covered her ass. When she bent over it rode up just high enough to show off her backside. The front tied closed, but it didn’t close completely. It was more of an accent to her breasts than any kind of covering. With a grin, she strode back into the kitchen. She casually tossed the salad. She heard Travis’s footsteps, and then they stopped. All she heard was his breathing, and she grinned. He noticed her, just like she wanted. Now she just hoped she got him to see her the way she wanted him to. As a strong woman he’d want to take to his bed.

“Rebecca?” Travis’s voice sounded strained as if he was having trouble maintaining control of himself. Good. She wanted to be the reason Mr. Control lost it.

Rebecca turned around, and her gaze went right to the bulge in his pants. Yeah, he noticed her all right. “Hello, Travis.” She winced inwardly, wishing she sounded more confident.

Travis’s pupils dilated as he stared at her. “Rebecca, what are you doing?”

Rebecca felt her heart pounding with a mix of dread and excitement. The voices that condemned her as a whore were there, but so was the voice of reason her therapist had helped her find.

“I am trying to seduce you,” Rebecca said, wishing her voice didn’t sound so breathless.

Travis backed up a step. “Rebecca, you don’t know what or who you’re playing with. I am not a good man for you. I am far more dominating than when we were kids. I can have straight sex for a while, but the dominant side of me will start to come out, and I will do things that scare you. You need gentleness right now.”

Rebecca couldn’t help but grin. She knew how dominant Travis had become in the last ten years, but now he was acting like a cornered mouse. He still wanted her though. His arousal was evident with the large bulge in his jeans. If it had vanished, she would know he wasn’t interested, but he looked bigger now than he did before his shower.

“I know who and what you are, Travis, and what I need is you. I know you’re a Dominant man who likes to be in control. You like tying up submissive women and spanking them.”

Travis eyes grew larger, and his hands fisted at his side.

“Katrina and Euryale told me, and I read books about Dominance and submission.”

“Fuck. I should have known.” Travis ran his hands through his hair. “Rebecca—”

Rebecca fell to her knees like the photos and videos she’d seen online, and the books described. She wasn’t graceful like she saw on the YouTube video, but her amateur action cut off Travis before he could reject her.

“Please, Travis,” she said while keeping her eyes on his feet. She couldn’t remember if she should be talking or not. Some of the books she’d read said no, but others the subs did talk while kneeling. It was hard to know what was real and what was fiction. “I have feelings for you. I don’t know if it’s because you saved me or if there is something between us. I only know that I can’t stop thinking of you. If I am too bold, I am sorry, but I’ve lost enough of my life. I don’t want to lose any more to my own fear and insecurities.”

Travis didn’t say anything for a while, and Rebecca was sure he would walk away. Her heart started to sink. Did Travis realize how long it had taken her to work herself up to this? She’d wanted to do this for weeks, but she couldn’t overcome the fear. If Travis rejected her, she’d never work up the courage to try again. She closed her eyes and felt tears forming as she heard footsteps. He was really going to walk away.

It will be okay. I still have my sister and my friends. Surely, there are other males out there.

The thought of any other man made her feel cold. She didn’t want another man. She wanted Travis. It seemed he didn’t want her though, or so she thought. Just as despair settled in her heart, she felt his hand on her head.

Travis tipped her head up. “Rebecca, look at me.”

When Rebecca opened her eyes, she saw Travis’s eyes were dark and his face didn’t show rejection but lust.