Page 40 of Echoes of Fear

But that type of submission doesn’t come easily. I would never give complete control to Steel and Blaze even though I trust them with my very life. It just never seemed right. They are Doms, but notmyDoms.

“I can see that there are a few things you and I need to talk about before I leave,” he says calmly despite the fiery intensity in his eyes.

Rather than taking the seat beside me as I anticipated, he shifts my laptop aside and settles on the coffee table, spreading his legs and resting his elbows on his knees.

Every fiber of my being yearns to collapse to my knees on the floor. But I stay right where I am.

“Your legs are twitching,” he smirks.

“I want to submit,” I admit. I’ve never been ashamed of that part of me, and I sure as hell don’t plan to start now.

“Now, wouldn’t that be a pretty sight,” he says. “But, right now, I don’t need your submission. I need your full attention.”

“Are you gay?” I blurt and then instantly want to take it back.

Grabbing the blanket I was using, I toss it over my head and pray that I disappear.

Laughing, Taylor removes the blanket and cups my face in his hands.

“You blush so prettily, baby boy,” he smiles, kissing my forehead.

Folding the blanket, Taylor places it beside him on the table.

“No hiding,” he says. “Now, to answer your question. No, I’m not gay. But I am bi.”

“Ew,” I say before slapping my hand over my mouth. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to vag shame you. I just had an image of the one time I tried something with a girl pop into my head.”

“Vag shame?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“You know, shaming you for liking vaginas.”

“I see,” he says. “Well, vaginas are the farthest thing from my mind right now.”

“That’s cool,” I stupidly nod.

“Now that that is out the way, let’s get one thing straight.”

Crap, he looks angry again.

“You are not, and will never be, a disturbance in my life. Got it?”

“Got it,” I whisper, knowing he’s wanting a verbal answer.

See, I’m a good sub.

“Good boy. Now, secondly, after I get this thing with my stubborn ass sister squared away, I would love to see what we have going on between us.”

“Us?”

“Yeah, Knox. You and me.”

“Taylor, I’m messed up. And I’m not saying that to degrade myself,” I say, holding out my hands when he’s about to interrupt. “I’m truly messed up. I can’t even go outside without having an anxiety attack.”

“I know, baby,” he says, his face softening. “And we’ll work on getting you the help you need.”

“But you’re a Daddy Dom, and I’m no longer a Little,” I explain. “I would hate myself for denying you something so wonderful.”

“How about you let me decide those things for myself,” he says. “What I need, baby boy, is you. Everything else will fall in place when the time is right.”

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