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“I don’t do BDSM, Diana.”

“You told me how you want to tie me up. Spank me. Slap my breasts, my pussy.”

His eyes grow dark. “I do want to do all of that. For the life of me, I don’t know why. It’s not something I do. For the love of God, I want you. I want every part of you. I want you under me, on top of me, next to me. I want to slap you, fuck you, kiss you. All of it.All of it. I want to drown in you. Lose myself in you. Do everything to you.”

ChapterThirty-Six

Dragon

She doesn’t react. Which startles me.

I just poured my heart and soul out to this woman. Told her everything I want to do to her, everything I don’t understand about myself, and why I want to do it.

Is she truly fine with it?

“Diana.”

“What?”

“Tell me to stop. You need to tell me to leave.”

“I won’t. I will not tell you to leave. If you want to leave, Dragon, you’re going to have to do it on your own.”

I rise. The two halves of my shirt still hang over my shoulders. I look down, and one lone button lies on her hardwood floor. I have no idea where the others are.

And that button…

It triggers a memory, and I find myself careening back through time.

“Mommy, Griffin ate a button.”

“What?” My mother goes red in her pretty face.

“I tried to stop her. There was a button loose on my shirt. She pulled it off and ate it.”

“Oh my goodness.” My mother grabs Griffin, who’s about two years old. “Griffin, are you all right?”

Griffin giggles.

“Dragon, put on your shoes. We have to take her to the emergency room.”

“But she’s fine.”

Mommy shakes her head. “I can’t take a chance. Why did you let this happen, Dragon?”

“I didn’t.” I start to cry. “She pulled off the button, Mommy. She put it in her mouth and swallowed before I even knew what was happening.”

We rush to the emergency room anyway. Griffin giggles the whole way. She seems fine.

We get there, and my mom is so distraught that they let us right in.

The doctor comes in. “Your baby ate a button?”

“Yes, my son had a loose button on his shirt. I’m so sorry. I should have sewn it back on.”

The doctor holds Griffin, looks in her mouth and nose. “Ma’am, she looks fine. Let me take a look down her throat. We could do an X-ray, but I think she’ll pass it. You just need to check her stools.”

Mommy’s face is white. “Are you sure?”

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