Twist (Siren Publishing Allure) Read Free

had “S&M” in bold letters. Lana grimaced and lowered her forehead to the tabletop, dramatically groaning. A moment later, she looked up, sucking her bottom lip guiltily into her mouth. “No way. That isn’t…is it? Shit!”
    Fred handed her a blown-up version of her homepage on his phone. She looked at it, wrinkling her nose and laughing nervously. “Wait a minute. Are you into that?”
    “I used to be. My wife wasn’t. I thought that maybe I could change her, but that didn’t happen. We met, fell in love, and got married. She wanted children. I can’t have any. I wanted a more playful sex life. She wasn’t interested. Her family didn’t believe in divorce, and in all honesty, I never stopped loving her. Three years later she got sick and was sick for seven years. The cancer made her sick, the treatments made her sicker. If she had one good week out of every month she was lucky. Her death was a blessing.”
    The man sitting before her suddenly seemed less menacing. “I’m sorry. That sounds horrible. Joe…my husband was hit by a drunk driver in an eighteen-wheeler. It was a shock, but he died instantly. He left me with twenty-two years of shit to sort through and a belligerent stepdaughter with two children of her own.” Lana shrugged. “I know that sounds crude. Things between Joe and I weren’t so good. I suppose that I still loved him in a way, and I certainly didn’t want him to die, but we had grown apart. Sometimes things were okay and other times, our marriage was teetering on the verge of a divorce.”
    The waitress brought over their salad and seltzer waters. Fred picked at his. “I’m not really into iceberg lettuce.”
    “Me neither, it has no nutritional value, and this is not organic.”
    He tilted his head, looking at her suspiciously. “Your page didn’t say you were into organic.”
    “Surprise. I am. Have been for about six years. Joe hated it.”
    “So did Sue. You never answered my question.”
    The heat instantly flooded back into her face, and she shrugged. “I don’t know. Joe was not adventurous. If anything, over the years he got kind of boring. I read something on Facebook, and it piqued my interest. The book in the back of the photo was interesting and educational. It answered that curiosity. That is as far as it goes.”
    “Does it interest you?”
    She was reluctant to answer him, but he obviously wasn’t going to allow her to change the subject. “Kind of. I…umm…never met anyone who was into the reality of it. Isn’t there, like, many variations? What part are you into?”
    “I’m into the giving part, and I would love a woman who is interested in learning. All you need is an open mind and desire for the most intense sex of your life.”
    “I thought your brother said that you were kind and gentle.”
    His smile was radiant. “I am. I just occasionally enjoy things a bit rough.”
    “So I will occasionally go home with blood dripping down my back?”
    The waitress clunked the tray down loudly on the serving table to announce her presence. Lana felt her cheeks flushing scarlet again. She had been raised with strict values on sexual interaction, but the books she had read about the unconventional side of sex had intrigued her. The intensity and submissive attitude that were involved when a woman allowed herself to be sexually manipulated by a man were enticing. She had tried to broach the subject of spicing up their sex life with Joe, but he had been completely unresponsive. Just the mention of him tying her up had earned her a looking that suggested that she had suddenly grown a second head. What Fred was proposing was exactly what she had dreamed about. “Maybe we should finish this conversation later?” As she said the words, Lana suddenly wondered, if she was faced with the reality of following a man that she had just met down a path into the adventurous sexual images in her mind, would she be hesitant to do so?
    “I would love to,” he replied, his