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I nodded. “You could say that.”
She giggled, her Little still close to the surface, but the woman whispered, “That’s okay. Most people who see me in Little mode can’t believe I’m a pediatric neurosurgeon.”
CHAPTER 22
Kayley
When I woke up on Friday, which was our eighth morning at Rawhide Ranch, I felt the smile on my face even before I’d pulled enough brain cells together to consider ordering my eyelids open. Snuggled in this comfortable bed next to the man I was reasonably certain I wanted to spend the rest of my life with…
And a pleasantly sore ass.
Because last night I’d felt brave enough to go down to the Dungeon, let Vic put me on one of the spanking benches down there, and he had fun reddening my ass. We didn’t play down there long because I was too eager to return upstairs and commence with the fucking.
But…
Yeah.
Last night was…
Wow.
I knew the research. Over the years, I’d read dozens of books by laymen and experts alike. We’d attended classes here and watched even more on the TV.
But that all paled in comparison to the lovely mix of brain chemicals that turned my mind into soup and left me eager to explore further.
Now I understood why many of my colleagues who weren’t kinksters might accept the practices, but they didn’t reallygetit.
Hell, I’d thoughtIgot it before this vacation.
I didn’t know—and still didn’t want dirty deets—exactly what went on between my brother and the men he loved. But whatever it was, if they felt a fraction for each other as I felt for Vic now?
They deserved their happiness. They deserved peace.
They deserved a legal marital status as a throuple the same way married couples enjoyed theirs, but that was a future battle to be waged.
I also understood why the detractors intractably insist it’s abuse. Yes, there were plenty of abusers who used BDSM as an excuse to be domineering and violent assholes and who got off on hurting their unwilling partner.
Last night wasnotthat.
Last night was the farthest thing from abuse one could get and still remain in the same solar system as Earth.
There was a fine line to be straddled in some cases, and if an unaware newbie managed to land in the clutches of an abusive dipshit, sure.
But what didIwant?
I wanted to do that again, soon, frequently, and realized we still had plenty of time here to experiment.
Damn, I wished I could stop time and just…savorthis.
I still hadn’t opened my eyes and loved the soft, comforting sound of Vic’s deep slumber. Something else I’d noticed, about him instead of me—he seemed more relaxed and at peace than I could ever remember seeing him.
His smiles erased fine lines in his rugged face that took a good decade off him, at least.
Was this a tantalizing preview of the man I could fall asleep next to nearly every night?
If we got our shit together, obviously.
I wasn’t rock-star rich, but over the years I’d been careful with my money and invested wisely and had accumulated a comfortable nest egg, as long as I didn’t do stupid shit like buy fancy cars or anything.
