Page 174 of Enthrall Shadows
“A great dad, too.”
“You’re great for each other.” I narrowed my gaze. “Mia, what’s the appeal with BDSM?”
She sipped as she thought on it. “For me, personally?”
“Yes, I suppose.”
“Why?”
I mulled over my answer. “I’m trying to grasp why anyone would be drawn to it.”
“This is about Charlotte?”
I flinched at being so obvious.
“I watched you at the ball,” she said. “The way you were with each other.”
“That obvious?”
“You’re trying to figure out a way forward for you both?”
“She’s a dominatrix.” A major concern wrapped up in one pretty package.
“It’s so much more than that, Henry.”
“Why were you drawn to it?”
“I first learned about it at Enthrall. Cameron used his special brand of psychotherapy on me.”
“How did it help?”
“He unblocked suppressed memories.”
“With intimacy?”
“For me, yes.”
“That trial—you have no regrets?”
“No. We’ve been through so much together.”
“I’m sorry for what happened to you in France.”
“We’ve talked about this, you and me. We’ve put it to rest.” She laid a hand on mine. “I’m fine. We’re fine. Now all we want is for you to be happy.”
I gave her a heartfelt smile.
“For me, BDSM is about surrendering,” she continued. “It frees me. It’s also exceptionally arousing.”
“What would a dominatrix or a Dom experience?”
“Total control.”
“Which makes them feel safe?”
“Having control over another person can give you an erotic rush.” She waved her hand. “You’d need to stay longer for me to get into the psychology of it all.”
“Right.”
