Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
“I’m not certain. I’d need to think about it. Do you want to be her Daddy?” Roman asked him.
“Yes, but I would want rules and boundaries. And I would enforce them. For her health and safety, but also in the bedroom. I can be nurturing too.” He wasn’t all rules and punishments.
Roman nodded. “I think she needs some rules and boundaries. And someone who will enforce them. I don’t want to say I would be a pushover, but I do think that if I am a Daddy Dom I would enjoy the more nurturing side.”
Right. But just spoiling her all the time could end in disaster. Especially for Tamsyn who didn’t always seem that conscious of her limits. Or that mindful of keeping herself healthy and safe.
“So you want to be her Daddy Dom, Salem,” Alexei said, pacing back and forth. “And Roman is exploring that side of himself.”
“If that’s also what she wants,” Roman said.
Salem was sure it would be, but he nodded. Consent was everything. Especially in a relationship where he would be in a position of power.
There had to be trust, communication, and caring.
“I’ve spanked her,” Alexei said.
“Wait. What?” Salem jumped to his feet. “You spanked her? Without her consent? Without going through her limits?”
Alexei waved his hand. “It wasn’t a hard spanking, just a few slaps on her ass. I told her not to bench-press without me. When I came into the gym, there she was lifting weights that were far too heavy for her. She got into trouble, she was losing control . . . if I hadn’t been there, she could have gotten seriously hurt.”
“Fuck,” Salem snapped. He didn’t blame Alexei for punishing her.
“The spanking just sort of happened. Won’t lie, I knew it was skirting a line. Hell, going right over that line. I’m her employer. Well, Roman is.”
“I think we have all skirted that line,” Roman said.
“You’ve spanked her too?” Salem asked.
“No, I thought I made it clear that isn’t something I am comfortable with. No, I mean, I, uh, the books we read together can be sexy and my body, uh, reacts.”
“You did not fuck her?” Alexei snarled.
“No. I just got . . . aroused.”
Right. Something that he was sure they’d all done on a regular basis. But obviously for Roman it felt like a big deal. And it was skirting over that line when they were her employers.
Alexei grunted. “I suppose I should confess to kissing her.”
Salem and Roman gaped at him.
“You what?” Salem snapped.
Alexei shrugged. “When I spanked her, I also kissed her.” His tone was challenging, as though he expected them to get angry. But Salem didn’t actually feel angry.
Maybe a bit jealous . . .
“We can’t be her bosses anymore,” Salem said. “That won’t work. And Evette is back next week anyway.”
“That doesn’t matter, I can support her,” Roman said.
Alexei and Salem shot Roman looks.
“What?” Roman asked.
“What if she doesn’t want you to just support her?” Alexei asked. “She might not want to rely on us for everything. That might make her feel . . . helpless.”
Salem blinked.
“What?” Alexei asked. “You don’t think I can be sensitive to her feelings?”
“Umm,” Salem replied.
“Until right now, no,” Roman told him. “Are you sure she’d feel that way? I don’t like the idea of her working for someone else, though. They might take advantage of her. She’d have to be away from us, where we can’t watch over her properly. Can’t we just . . . command her to be our full-time sub?”
“What would your books say about that?” Salem asked dryly.
“Well, in plenty of them the Little doesn’t work. But in most of them, they do. Hell.”
Salem looked to Alexei. “What about you?”
“If Roman wants me as a kept brother-husband, who am I to say no,” Alexei said.
“Brother-husband?” Roman asked. “Is that what we’re calling each other?”
“No,” Salem snapped, sitting once more. “Alexei is being an asshole because he doesn’t want to answer my actual question.”
“Which was?” Alexei challenged.
“I know you’re a Dom, but you’ve never mentioned being involved with a Little or being a Daddy.”
“Are you asking if I’m a Daddy, then?” Alexei asked.
“You can be a pain in the ass sometimes,” Salem grumbled.
Alexei sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. “The truth is that I’m not good at being nurturing and caring. Before I got kicked out, I’d go into the club, do a scene, then leave. I chose subs who wanted minimal aftercare.”
“So you just want to be a . . . a Dom for scenes and, uh, in the, uh, bedroom?” Roman asked.
“I don’t know. If she’s a Little, then she needs someone who can give her what she needs.”
“She has us for that,” Salem told him. “And you will give her something she needs and wants. We’ve seen the way she looks at you. She wants you.”