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“I’m a Dominant, Lacy. It’s in my blood. Just like you’re submissive and enjoy turning over your care to someone else, I’m a Dom and enjoy taking care of Little girls like you.” I tap her nose.

She flushes and gives me a slight smile. “Is that why you keep doing things for me?”

“Yes. And I bet you’d enjoy letting me do even more things for you. I know I would. It feels nice, doesn’t it? Takes some of the weight off your shoulders.”

“Maybe I’m just tired and stressed,” she says slowly.

“I’m sure that’s exacerbating things. It’s probably pushing you to want to spend more time escaping. But I bet you already incorporated some aspects into your life long before the past few weeks.”

She dips her head again.

Chapter 6

Lacy

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My head is spinning. He’s hitting far too close to home. I can’t tell him about my private thoughts and things I do that probably make his words true. I’d be mortified. That’s why my thoughts and behaviors are private. I’ve never told anyone.

“It’s okay, Little lamb,” he soothes. “You’re Little. It’s not something to be ashamed of. I know you didn’t realize age play was a real thing that lots of people practice, but you’re not alone.”

“It can’t be. That would be weird.”

“Who says?”

“Everyone,” I murmur. What if anyone found out? What if Eve found out? God, what if he tells her or Colt? I’d die.

In fact, that thought is so overwhelming that I scramble off his lap, nearly falling on my ass as I stumble backward. I turn and run from the room. I head for the stairs, racing for the bedroom I slept in last night.

I leap onto the bed when I get there and bury myself under the covers. I’m relieved that the bear is under here with me. I hold him close and curl up in a ball.

He’s going to tell his friends, and Eve will think I’m batshit crazy.

I’m not surprised when the bed dips next to me. At least I can’t see his face. He sets a hand on my hip. “I know you’re confused, Little lamb, but I’d really like it if you’d talk to me. I want to help. I bet we can get over this weird, awkward hump, and then you’ll feel much better.”

“Are you going to tell people about me?” I blurt out. It’s muffled by the covers, but I think he can hear me.

“Not if you don’t want me to, Lacy. Never. Rule number one of BDSM: never speak of other people’s kinks outside the club.”

“We’re not at a club,” I point out.

“True, but I would still never share your kinks with a soul, Little lamb.”

“You barely know me. Colt is one of your best friends. You’ll tell him,” I argue.

He rubs my hip. “I would never speak of this with Colt or any other person without your permission. You have my word. Likewise, I would not speak of anyone else’s kink without their permission, and I’m incredibly grateful right now that I got Colt’s and Eve’s permission to talk to you about them this morning.”

I suck in a breath and hold it. What is he talking about?

“I’m what is called a Daddy Dom, Lacy. And so is Colt.”

I don’t breathe. My head is reeling. What? Is he saying that Eve also likes age play? “Does Eve know that?”

“Yes, Little lamb.”

I blow out my breath and draw in another. Eve? “Is she… Is Eve…?”

“Eve is Little, too, Lacy. And I’m sure she’ll be happy to talk to you about what that means to her any time you want.”

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