Page 68 of Mob Knight

She hesitates again as she looks at her lap, and then sweeps her gaze around my living room before finally looking at me.”

“I want to submit twenty-four seven, Cormac.”

She bites her bottom lip and looks majorly uncomfortable. I tug her lip free and press a gentle kiss to it as I cup her jaw.

“I’d like that too, as long as you’re not suggesting TPE.”

I have no interest in total power exchange with Joey. I might want her to submit, but I don’t want her subservient. I don’t want her to feel like she has no voice, and I want us to slip in and out of the dynamic whenever we need or want to, even if we plan to keep our Dom/sub dynamic daily.

“I don’t want that either. I’m not ready to give up that much control. I don’t know that I ever would be.”

“That’s fine, Joey, because I will never ask for it. I don’t want that.”

“Good. So, what do you think it would look like, sir?”

“No, not yet, Joey. We’re equals while we decide what we want.”

The look of relief on her face makes me smile.

“Well, little one, I appreciate you want to start as we plan to continue, but not yet.”

“All right. I’d like that one night a week and most of the weekend together. I’d like that night and part of the weekend to be time for us to scene, but I don’t want…”

She bites her lip again, and I can’t tell if she’s truly nervous or simply hasn’t thought all of this through and is sharing her ideas as they come to her.

“Do you want nights where it’s just a regular date, where maybe a Monday night we go out to dinner and a movie, or a Thursday we cook at home and play board games?”

She grins. “If you’re willing to take me on in Monopoly, I will absolutely hold you to that, but yes, that’s what I’d like. A mix between the two.”

“Do you want me to call and check on you each day?”

“Yeah, I would like that a lot. I enjoy talking to you, but we haven’t gotten to do much of that.”

“You know you can call me anytime you want to check in as well. You don’t have to wait.”

“Thank you, sir. I mean, Cormac.”

She lets out a nervous laugh, and I stroke her back.

“Have you had these kinds of conversations with your past Doms?”

“Sort of, but I’ve never been in a twenty-four seven, and I’ve never been in a romantic relationship with my Dom, either. This is all new to me.”

“It’s the same for me. My previous relationships were never romantic, and they weren’t twenty-four seven. My subs were free to do as they wanted when we weren’t together, as long as they were monogamous. And most were.”

Fucking Deirdre. That was a fun thing to discover at the end. Joey’s eyebrows shoot up practically to her hairline.

“So, she really could be pregnant?”

“Maybe. I don’t know, and I truly don’t care. All she wanted to do was cause problems between us, and I’m not interested in that. She can do as she pleases.”

“Okay. It’s good to know.”

“If this is twenty-four seven, Joey, no more panties, and you wear skirts or dresses when you’re with me. When I want to fuck you, I will. When I want your mouth on my cock, that’s exactly what I’ll get.”

She’s pushed my sweatshirt’s sleeves up to her elbows, and I see the goosebumps rise on her skin.

“That sounds good to me.”

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