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“I don’t know how else to say this, Dottie, but I’m a Dom. I have certain desires - tastes, needs and wants, something I found out about myself when I left. These past ten years I have lived the lifestyle of one, even while on the road.”
“A Dom? As in BDSM?” I hear myself ask.
I had wondered.
His eyebrows hit his hairline before they smooth back out and I see his eyes darken. I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows, and I’m curious as to what is going on in his mind.
“You’re familiar with the terms? Have you…?”
“Oh god no!” I rush out. “I’ve just read a lot of books is all.”
“Really?” he smirks, and I want to wipe it off his face with my fist.
“Yes, really, asshole.”
“That mouth is going to get you into trouble, Sweet Dottie.”
Giddiness rises within me, but instead of showing him I’m affected, I quirk a brow. He has more to say. He shakes his head with a smile on his face before looking back to me. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, assessing.
“We know that what we are doing is… unorthodox. However, we are adults, Dottie, and if we are to continue seeing each other, it is my duty as a Dominant and a decent fucking human being to be honest with you. There is no relationship without trust, especially one with this dynamic. So, I need to know, Blossom, are you ready for this? Because this is who I am.”
Is he really asking me if I want to be in dominant/submissive relationship?
“You mean, do I and will I accept you in your entirety?”
“Yes,” he says, simply.
“Yes.” I reply without hesitation.
“Good girl. Looks like we have some hard limits to discuss,” he says with a cheeky smile, and I swallow the saliva catching in my throat.
What have I gotten myself into now!
Chapter Twenty
DAMON
Dottie and I sat for a few hours, talking about what our relationship will entail, what we both expect from each other, her hard limits, and how we are going to make this relationship work without anyone getting hurt until she passed out in my arms.
She looks so peaceful, and even though I had planned on punishing her, this is what she needs, and that is what a good dominant will always do. They will always put their submissive first before their own wants and needs. There has to be push and shove, a powerplay at times, but sometimes a Dom just needs to be there for their lovers.
And to be honest it’s what I want and need right now as well.
I’m not naïve enough to think no one will come out of this unscathed, but I can’t stop thinking about what this could be.
A relationship with my Blossom.
One where I can be myself without fear of disgusting or upsetting her like it had when I told Kerry I had these… urges. I can still see her face, the contempt and how she thought I was a sicko for having these desires. The thought of that woman sours my damn mood, but I push it away because I’ll have time to think about that when I meet Archie later this week.
Glancing down at Dottie, I tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear and watch as she snores softly. She is painstakingly gorgeous, and the guilty and anxious part of me wonders if inviting her into my world, this lifestyle, is what she really wants or if she’s just appeasing me because I was her first.
Then I remember who she is.
Dottie would never do anything she didn’t want to.
I am proud of her.
In awe of her.
