I leaned over and brushed the tears from his cheeks. «It's not the tying up, Nathaniel. It's that once I say yes to that, what's next? And don't tell me there isn't a next.»
«Tie me up, make love to me, and we'll go from there.»
«That's what scares me,» I said. «I say yes to this, and there'll be something else.»
«And what's wrong with something else, Anita? What scares you isn't my needs, but that you might like it.»
«That's not fair.»
«Maybe not, but it's true. You like being held down during sex. You like it rough.»
«Not all the time.»
«And I don't like being tied up all the time, but I like it some of the time. Why is that wrong?»
«I'm not sure I can meet all your needs, okay? It was one of the things that worried me about us as a couple from the beginning.»
«Then are you okay with me finding someone else to meet those needs? Sex with you, bondage with someone else?» He said it fast, as if he were afraid he'd lose his nerve.
I just stared at him. «Where the hell did this come from?»
«I'm trying to find out what the limits are, Anita, that's all.»
«Do you want someone else?» I asked it, because I had to ask.
«No, but you have other people in your bed, and I'm okay with that, but if you won't meet my needs, then…»
«Are you saying that if I don't come across, you'll break up with me?»
«No, no.» He hid his face with his hands and made a frustrated noise. His energy level swirled back through the car, like hot water spilling across my skin. He swallowed the power back and looked at me. He looked pained. «I need this, Anita. I want to do it with you, but I need it with someone. It's part of who I am sexually; it just is.»
I tried to wrap my mind around letting Nathaniel play sex games with someone else, then come home to me. I couldn't do it. He was right; I was forcing him to share me with other men, but sharing him with another woman… «So what, you'd have tie-up games with someone else, then come home to me?»
«I can find a master who doesn't do sexual contact. I can find someone who will just do the bondage.»
«But bondage is sex for you.»
He nodded. «Sometimes.»
«I can't do this tonight, Nathaniel.»
«I'm not asking you to; just think about it. Decide what you want me to do.»
«You're giving me an ultimatum; I don't deal well with ultimatums.»
«It's not an ultimatum, Anita, it's just true. I love you, and I'm happier with you than I've ever been with anyone for this long. Honestly, I didn't think we'd still be together this long. Seven months is the longest relationship I've ever had. When I thought it would be like all the rest—a few months, then over—it wasn't a big deal. I could behave myself for a few months, until you got tired of me.»
«I'm not tired of you.»
«I know that. In fact, I think you're going to keep me. I didn't expect that.»
«Keep you? You make yourself sound like a lost puppy that I picked up on the street. You don't 'keep' people, Nathaniel.»
«Fine, pick a different word, but we're living together and it's working, and it might last years. I can't go years without having this need met, Anita.»
«It might last years; you still talk about us like we won't last.»
«Years is lasting,» he said, «and everyone gets tired of me, eventually.»
I didn't know what to say to that. «I'm not tired of you. Frustrated, puzzled as hell, but not tired.»
He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. «I know that, and if I didn't feel secure enough, I wouldn't make any demands. I'd just go on being unhappy about this, but if you love me, then I can ask for what I want.»
If you love me, he'd said. Jesus. «It must be true love, Nathaniel, because I'm not booting your ass to the curb for this.»
«For what, asking for my sexual needs to be met?»
«Stop, just stop.» I rested my forehead against the steering wheel and tried to think. «Can we please drop this for now, while I think about it?»
«Sure.» His voice sounded hurt.
But his voice could sound hurt; I was out of my depth. «How long have you been saving this conversation up?» I asked, still resting against the wheel.
«I kept waiting for there to be a quiet time, when you weren't ass-deep in alligators, but…»
«But I'm always ass-deep in alligators.»
«Yeah,» he said.
I rose and nodded. That was fair. «I'll think about what you said, and that's all I've got tonight, okay?»
«That's wonderful. I mean it. I was afraid…»
I frowned at him. «You really thought I'd dump you because of this?»
He shrugged and wouldn't look at me. «You don't like demands, Anita, not from any of the men in your life.»
I unbuckled my seat belt and slid over so I could turn him to look at me. «I can't promise that this won't eventually break me, but I can't imagine not waking up beside you most mornings. I can't imagine not having you puttering in our kitchen. Hell, it's more your kitchen than mine. I don't cook.»
He kissed me and drew back with that smile that made his face shine with happiness. I loved that smile. «Our kitchen. I've never had an 'our' anything before.»
I hugged him, partially because I wanted to, and partially to hide the expression on my face. On one hand, I loved him to pieces; on the other hand, I wished he had come with an instruction book. More than almost any other man in my life, he confused me. Richard hurt me more, but most of the time I understood why. I didn't like it, but I understood his motivation. Nathaniel was so far outside my comfort zone sometimes that I had no clue. That I understood vampires that had been alive over five hundred years better than I understood the man in my arms said something. I wasn't sure what it said, but something.
«Let's go inside before Jean-Claude wonders what happened to us.»
He nodded, still looking happy. He got out on his side with the box in hand. I got out, hit the button to make the Jeep beep, and eased between the cars onto the sidewalk. He'd put his hat back on. Nathaniel in disguise. I put my left arm through his, and we walked over the melting snow toward the club. He was still all glowing from the «our» comment I'd made. Me, I wasn't glowing. I was worried. How far would I really go to keep him? Could I send him to a stranger for slap and tickle? Could I share him if I couldn't meet his needs? I didn't know. I really didn't know.
chapter six
I OPENED THAT metaphysical connection I had to Jean-Claude. Opened it and thought, Where are you? I felt him, or saw him, or some other word that they hadn't invented yet for seeing and feeling what someone else was doing in another room. He was on stage, using that voice of his to announce an act.
I drew back enough to be solidly on Nathaniel's arm. Sometimes when I tried mind-to-mind stuff, I had trouble walking. «Jean-Claude is on stage, so we'll go in the front.»
«Whatever you say,» he said.
Once, in our relationship, he'd meant that. He'd been my little submissive wereleopard. I'd worked long and hard to make him more, to force him to be more demanding. Try to do a good deed and it bites you on the ass.
The bouncer at the door was tall, blond, and way too cheerful for the job. Clay was one of Richard's werewolves, and when he wasn't bodyguarding someone, he worked security here. Clay's gift was avoiding fights. He was really good at calming things down. A much more useful ability for a bouncer than brute strength. Last week Clay had been helping guard my body. No pun intended. There'd been a metaphysical accident, and it had looked for a while like I'd be turning into a wereanimal for real, so I'd had different lycanthropes with me so that whatever I changed into, I was covered. But I had gotten some control over it all, and it looked like I still wasn't going to turn furry. Clay had been one of my watch-wolves. He was happy to be off the duty. I scared Clay. He was afraid the ardeur would make him my sexual slave. Okay, he didn't say that exactly. Maybe it was just me projecting my terrors on him. Maybe.
His smile slipped a little when he saw me, his face going all serious. He gave me a hard look as he said, «How's it going, Anita?» He wasn't just being polite; as afraid as he was of some of my metaphysical abilities, he'd been convinced it wasn't a good idea to take all my guards off duty. He thought it was too soon.