Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
He didn’t hesitate for a second. While he enjoyed topping, what he really liked was exploring with his partner. He liked the openness of D/s. He didn’t need to be in control all the time. Unlike his brother, who seemed to need it on a pathological level, but that was a problem for another day. “Cool. I can bottom. I’ve done it before. It can be fun.”
“You’ve bottomed?” She was right back on her ass. Not literally, of course, but she definitely hadn’t been thinking that he was as perverted as he was.
“Of course. I’ve tried almost everything. It’s part of the program. Big Tag doesn’t make his Doms in training bottom?”
She nodded, and her eyes were wide enough to make him think she was still surprised to be having this particular conversation. “Yes, he does. You’re really a member of The Club?”
This would likely reenforce the idea that he was some kind of rich boy, but it was more about his family connections. “Ian and the owner of The Club have ties that go back decades. As their kids get older, the ones who want to experiment don’t want to do it at their dad’s club. I say kids, but right now it’s me and Kyle. I think it will probably be even weirder in the future.”
“I wondered why I never saw Kyle at Sanctum,” she replied. “All the other guys go. Now that I think about it, I totally understand. It would be weird to run into my mom in a dungeon. Not that she would.”
“How would you know?” He would bet she hadn’t talked to her mom about sex. He knew way too much about his own totally sex-positive mom’s sex life. She and Sean were all about teaching acceptance and the rejection of shame.
Her nose wrinkled. “Because she’s my mom.”
“Yeah, and if I’d said that about mine I would have walked into Sanctum and had a complex it would take fourteen shrinks to fix.” He’d dealt with this a long time ago. “But you know what? I’m glad she has Sanctum. I’m happy she’s got a Dom who adores her and fulfills her. Our parents are humans, too. There’s nothing wrong with them having sex lives. But some things should go into different compartments. So Kyle and I are at The Club. We pay our membership dues through service. We both take dungeon monitoring duties, and I tutor a whole bunch of kids in history and Spanish. Now I would be surprised if you’re a switch, but like I said, I’m happy to experiment.”
She was back to blushing. “I’m having a hard time seeing you as a top. You’re a history professor.”
She was thinking inside the box. It was time to give her a good sharp shock to the system. “Do you think only badass security guys can be sexual dominants? Or any kind of kinky? Because you’ve obviously never been to a Revolutionary War reenactment.”
“Excuse me?”
“Oh, those are full of freaks,” he said with a fond chuckle. “I call them sexual mullets because upfront they’re all business. I mean these people take costumes and details seriously. But the minute the battle’s called, it’s one big orgy. I dated Betsey Ross for about a year—obviously not her real name—and the things she wanted me to do with her sewing needles would shock you. I say that because I was open about my experiences with Julian Lodge, and it even freaked him out a little. So should we have a contract?”
She was quiet for a moment. “I don’t know. I probably should think about this. This conversation didn’t go the way I thought it would. And I don’t know that we should share a room.”
“But then how will you protect me?” She didn’t get it both ways.
“They don’t know you’re bringing a bodyguard? Shouldn’t you have prepared them for me?”
“As far as I know, they still think I’m bringing Kyle.” He waved that off. Eddie had always said the more the merrier, and he wasn’t always the host when he offered it up. He’d once shown up in Dallas where he was supposed to sit for an interview with David with three women he’d picked up in an airport. Needless to say, he hadn’t gotten much of an interview out of the man. “It wouldn’t matter if I’d brought three or four extra people. It’s a big house. There’s plenty of room. Of course that also makes it easy to slip into a bedroom and kidnap me. After all, I’m a professor. I won’t be able to defend myself with historical facts. Though I might be able to put the kidnappers to sleep. Ask my Contemporary Latin American Politics class.”
“I thought there was nothing to worry about once we got to the island,” she replied, obviously not willing to let him have it both ways either.