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Sutter nods. “That’s fine.” He stands and sticks out his hand. “I look forward to having my own P.I. on retainer.” He chuckles. “My very own Daddy P.I. Talk soon, Logan.”

After I shake his hand—reluctantly—he shoves his hands in his pockets and strolls out of my office.

thirty-nine

BABY DRAGON

Isit confirmation that the Mir-witch has left her hotel?

Is it that surprising hug from Master Ten?

Is it knowing that there are bad men out there who hunt and hurt submissives?

Is it the reminder of Daddy Sutter’s threat to tear down Blunts?

Is it having my flight around me?

I’m not sure what it is but I am a fierce, white, baby dragon today.

After Mac takes Livvy off to daycare and Laurel arrives with her Dom, I drag Laurel upstairs. Together, we assemble a white dragon outfit. White thigh-highs, of course, because all outfits should start with thigh-highs. A white, patent leather mini-skirt that I honestly never thought I’d wear outside of Blunts. My sheer black shirt with thumb holes, becausethumb holes.

“It’s my obsidian skin,” I explain to Laurel as I tug my shirt on. “Slings and arrows slide off it.”

Laurel nods. “Very important for a white dragon.”

I thought so, too.

We debate what to put over the shirt but eventually agree on a corset that I usually wear with my steam-punkier outfits like the ones I’ve been wearing to the Blunts Marketplace. It’s white with black velvet stripes over the boning and black satin ribbons. Laurel helps me lace up. Cat ears on top, of course, because even though I’m a baby dragon today, baby dragons need cat ears. Well, this baby dragon needs cat ears.

I check my armor in the mirror. No holes in my breast like Smaug. My collar gleams at my throat. My engagement ring glitters on my finger.

“Ready for battle,” I declare.

“Good. Let’s destroy this wolfpack. Wolves don’t stand a chance against dragons.”

I agree but that’s not who my battle is with today.

I’ve never been happier. Livvy was the addition to our family I didn’t know we needed to make it feel complete. I can’t imagine loving any man more than I love Daddy. And for the very first time in my life, I’m completely certain that the man I love, loves me the same way. We fell fast for each other but our love isn’t fragile or fickle. It’s weathered some serious storms; it’s forever. After Ash, I didn’t think I could believe in forever-love again but Daddy convinced me. He keeps convincing me every day. No matter what life throws our way, he won’t stop loving me.

And I won’t ever stop loving my Daddy.

But there’s been a niggle in my happiness. I’ve tried to ignore it because I want to be the bigger person. But having her show up in my safe space last night when I didn’t invite her and having her lean on Daddy for emotional support crossed a boundary.

I’m okay with him topping her with his app and their once-a-week scenes. I’ve watched enough of them to know that, for Daddy, it’s purely service topping. He’s helping Lucy explore her masochism safely.

Listening to the subbies tell their stories to True, telling her my own, I realized that I’ve been jealous not just of Lucy herself but also that she’s getting something I wish I’d had. My first tops were good tops. They taught me a lot. But they weren’t as wholly unselfish and caring as Daddy. It’s an impossible standard, I know. There’s a reason Daddy’s Master of Training at one of the most prestigious lifestyle clubs in the country.

It's a jealousy I’m happy to set aside. Lucy deserves what so few of us get: a truly loving sadist. I’m happy for Daddy to continue giving her that.

I’m not happy for her to seek anything else from him, though. They don’t have a relationship outside of the service topping. She’s not allowed to look to him for emotional support. She has her own friends and family for that. Daddy might have been her friend before he withdrew from the club, and she could have been mine but when she asked him to top her outside of Blunts, she made herself not our friend. She moved our relationship onto a different plane. Maybe we can be friends in the future but I’m not okay with her now.

It's time she knows where the line is.

Once, this kind of situation would have sent me into a spiral. I’d have withdrawn into a book or one of my hobbies. I’d have let my insecurities convince me it wasn’t worth the fight. Or I’d have let the niggle build until I exploded and provoked a confrontation. I always come out of confrontations humiliated, diminished, and indignant. I don’t like them but I didn’t understand how to manage myself to avoid them.

Not until Daddy.

As much as Daddy’s made a safe space for me to live my best little life in, he’s also made a safe space for me to express myself. He’s taught me how to ask for what I want without shame, without confrontation. All I have to do is tell my Daddy what I need and he’ll help me make it happen.

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