Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
“Thank you.” I debated telling him I liked his personality, but encouraging his nonsense didn’t seem like a good idea. He made it difficult to think, and I wasn’t sure his temperament could be accurately uploaded into a Dom without it going all cockeyed.
“In an ideal world, you’re looking for a long-term partner, not just something casual, correct?” I must’ve looked startled or just confused because he kept going without waiting for me to respond. “I have someone in mind, but he’s made it clear he doesn’t want a casual play partner for here at the club. He’s looking for serious if he clicks with someone.”
“Oh.” Well, no one ever wanted to keep me, so I didn’t see the harm in playing pretend for the moment. “Sure, in an ideal world I would like a long-term Dom.”
It wasn’t a lie, but I wasn’t expecting miracles from Conner…maybe just a Dom who’d explore a few scenes with me before my ability to blurt out random thoughts or freeze up annoyed him too much?
“He’s also younger than you.” Conner paused like he’d dropped a bomb.
Was I supposed to act shocked?
“Okay.” Older hadn’t worked out like I’d thought, so maybe younger meant he wouldn’t have learned to be mean yet? Was that a learned behavior or something just biological in some Doms?
Conner shook his head but didn’t tell me what I’d done as he kept quizzing me. “Do you have any feelings or worries about a younger Dom?”
Oh, um…
“I’d like to have something in common with him? I’d like him to have his life together? I mean, he has to be a real adult.” Was that rude? “Unless that’s mean?”
Was it unreasonable?
The way Conner rolled his eyes said it was probably something…I just couldn’t decide which.
“Finley, I’m starting to see why you’ve been having such a hard time finding a Dom.” His firm glare didn’t explain what he was thinking, but it was distracting enough that I wasn’t sure it mattered. “I’m going to introduce you to a Dom who likes exploring things like exhibitionism and voyeurism, and he’d love to call you his little slut.”
Really?
There had to be a catch.
“Thank you.” I was waiting for the other shoe to drop, but that just had Conner shaking his head at me again.
“Let’s go talk to Master Jared and see what he’s up to.” Conner looked like he was starting to stand, but I was drawing a mental blank.
“Who?” I hadn’t been coming as much lately but had he introduced me to a Master Jared?
Conner barely managed not to roll his eyes again. “Dark hair. Tall. Six-pack. Sexy but his default expression always looks like he’s worried.”
Oh.
“Isn’t he a Daddy?” Hadn’t someone said he might be a sub? “Or a Handler? He always hangs around with the pups and the littles.”
Right?
Conner huffed, flopping back in his chair. “God, first it was ‘isn’t he straight?’ then it was ‘isn’t he a sub?’ then it was ‘isn’t he a Daddy?’”
All I could do was nod because I was pretty sure I’d heard all of those comments.
“Um, I haven’t been introduced to him yet?” I shrugged, trying not to make the situation worse. “When I hang out with the pups and littles, the other Doms get the wrong idea and they start avoiding me.”
It seemed to make them think I had no idea what I wanted out of a Dominant.
Conner cringed. “That sucks. The littles are low-stress to hang out with and the pups are fun. That doesn’t mean you want a binkie or a tail. People need to stop assuming shit.”
Agreed.
Like looking innocent actually meant being innocent.
I was hoping that would change at some point, but I wasn’t holding my breath. I took after my mother and she looked amazing for her age…and still looked very innocent. It was cute in a woman but frustrating for a man…and it didn’t help anyone in my family take me seriously at all.
“I would have to agree, but there’s nothing I can do about that.” Shrugging, I looked around the room, hoping to see Master Jared, but he wasn’t in the lounge. “What kind of sub does Master Jared like?”
Did he know what he liked?
How long had he been in the lifestyle?
Would he treat me like I was as innocent as I looked?
Part of me was hoping that he wouldn’t make as many assumptions as the other Doms did because of how others were treating him. But life never went that smoothly so I knew not to hold my breath over it.
Conner paused and cocked his head, thinking about the question. “He’s talked about not wanting a sub that requires a lot of structure all the time. He wants a kinky life partner, not a sub who needs him to be in control twenty-four seven. He’d like that you have your life together.”