Page 33 of Dark Prince

“Not exactly, just the relationship between Dom and his Sub.” I lean forward putting my elbows on my knees and fold my hands together.

“Your lack of commitment to one conversation at a time is a little concerning.”

“Answer the fucking question.” I pop my neck, trying to keep myself in check, because this needs to be a serious conversation and fucking her into submission isn’t going to be the answer right now.

“Nothing really. I’m always a one night stand kind of girl, ya know.” She puffs her cheeks out with air and then slowly breathes it out.

“Okay. So a Dom would be the one who takes care of his Sub, in all ways. They provide security that the sub is looking for. Be that from someone or from themselves. A Dom also provides emotional support for the Sub.”

She laughs, then clears her throat. “Sorry, you said your empathy was lacking, so emotional support seems like a weird thing for you to say.”

I grunt as she rambles on and put a hand up stopping her from talking more. “Anyway. The Dom provides anything and everything they can for their Sub.”

“Sexually?” She cocks a brow.

“Yes. But not all Dom and Sub relationships are sexual. Sometimes it’s platonic, but usually sex is involved.”

“So, are you a Dom then?” She drops her feet to the floor and mimics my sitting stance.

“I would like to be your Dom, Cordelia.”

“So I’d have to submit to you for everything?”

“No. You’re still your own person, I’d just be here for you, and you’d submit to me in both public and behind closed doors. If I feel like you’re slipping or going too far, then I will pull you back.”

“This seems like there’d be a lot of trust I’d have to give you.”

“And vice versa, you would learn intimate details about me. We would have to be completely open books, no lying, no hiding, everything out in the open.”

“I seem to remember something about bratty behavior in some conversations I’ve heard before.”

“Oh, you can absolutely brat all you want, but if I warn you and you continue, then you’d be punished.”

“How so?”

“We’d discuss options beforehand, have a contract put together, which can be altered together down the road. Such as hard no’s and limits, punishments and pleasurements.”

“Pleasurements?” She asks, perking up a bit.

“Pleasurable punishments.”

“Ah, instead of just punishments.” She shakes her shoulders. “Why are you asking me all of these things?”

“The collar you wear, that was me marking you as mine.”

“Oh, I know.”

“Yet you haven’t complained about it once, so I thought maybe you didn’t know what it meant.”

“I just knew that you were letting others know I was yours.”

“Right and if you’re mine, then you belong to no one else. Only I get to decide what happens to you.”

“Who else would decide that?”

“My mother.”

“You make it out like she’s some fucking psychopath who would just use me-”

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