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“Kink?”

“All of it.” I pull him aside as the crowd disperses. “Do you have time for a drink?”

“Don’t you have a sub to attend to?”

“Sitting in the position will build her anticipation.”

“Then, sure. Let me just tell Vittoria. She was intrigued by your dynamic with the other sub. She better not be getting any ideas. I don’t fucking share her with anyone, male or female.”

We make our way over to the bar, people congratulating me on a successful fuck. I utilized the old voyeur room on occasion, but I’ve never fucked a woman with a room full of people right there, inches away. It was exhilarating seeing how Freya got off on it. I’d never let another man fuck her, but she enjoyed having the small introduction of another submissive. I hope she doesn’t let her thoughts get the better of her now that the haze of the moment has passed.

Logan is a trusted friend and respected Master. I value his opinion. As we take a seat at the bar and order drinks, I ask the question I dare not ask anyone else. Not even Dalton.

“How did you know when you wanted more than a trainee to fuck? How did you know Vittoria was the one?”

He doesn’t hesitate. “The moment I kissed her, I knew my life had changed. No one else mattered. Fuck, I risked my friendship with Carter for her. He wasn’t exactly happy when he learned the nature of my relationship with his sister.” Carter is one of the co-owners of Venom and a good guy. Protective as hell, so I can only imagine how that all went down.

“She’s a twenty-four seven submissive, yes?”

“Yes, and I’m a twenty-four seven Dominant. With one comes the other. You can’t forget about that if you’re considering that dynamic.”

“I’m not.” Am I?

Fuck.

I wanted answers, not more questions, especially when I’m not ready to face the truth.

“Oh, shit. You’re in love with her.”

“Who said anything about love?”

He pins me with a smug grin on his stupid face. “You’re so screwed, my friend. Come back and talk to me when you’re ready to admit it.”

“There’s nothing to admit. I love her. Shit. I mean, I don’t love her.”

“Can you say Freudian slip?”

“Fuck you, Logan.”

He throws his drink back before clapping me on the back. “I think we both know who’s fucked here. That would be you, my lovesick friend. I’ll be around when you want some pointers on the whole marriage, twenty-four seven situation.”

“You’re wrong,” I exclaim as he walks away, laughing his ass off.

“Delusional,” he tosses over his shoulder.

Shit. The problem is, I’m not delusional at all. I know I’m fucked.

Chapter 14

FREYA

What if Celest can never look me in the eye again? As I sit on my heels, my wrists above my head, secured in the ropes, I wait for Daddy to arrive. My heart is pounding, my pulse racing in my ears as I spiral out of control.

I let my best friend kiss my tits, and what’s worse is that I loved every minute of watching her get herself off in a room full of strangers. It was such a rush. I’ve never come so hard. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She’s so beautiful and self-assured. It didn’t bother her that people were watching such an intimate moment. The way she fell apart as she shouted each of my spanks was just magnificent. I never considered myself to have any sexual attraction to women, but tonight has shown me that there’s a spectrum.

I was turned on beyond belief when Daddy let her suck my tits while I rode his cock. One thing I know above all else is that I can’t walk away from this relationship with Dr. Harrison. It might be the smart decision to cut ties now, but the way he brought my body to life tonight has me wanting to make bad decisions. He let me shed everyone’s preconceived notions of sexuality and made me purr like a kitten.

I want more. I need more from him. He’s everything I ever fantasized about, and I’m not ready to let go of that.

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