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“I had that same thought while we were in a scene on Halloween,” he said, pulling me in for a hug. “I definitely have a daddy kink.”

“I mean I would probably have a daddy kink if Vincent and I had ever slept together,” I said, snuggling close to him.

“You mean to tell me you have never had sex with him?” He pulled away looking at me in shock.

“Nope, I don’t think I could be submissive for him, and you know there is no way in hell he would be submissive for me,” I chuckled.

“Fuck, I would pay money to see Vincent on his knees,” Easton groaned.

“You and me both,” I sighed, thinking about it. “He would be magnificent, and he would catalog everything you did to him, so your punishment would drive you crazy.”

We both groaned before opening more containers and digging in.

“How are Camila and Luke?” Easton took a big bite of lasagna.

I sighed not really knowing what to say.

“That bad? Are they not doing well as Subs?”

“They aren’t my Subs,” I said, feeling embarrassed by it.

His eyebrows shot up. “I didn’t mean to assume, it's just…”

“I know I usually don’t do this without a contract, but they are not what I expected. Camila wants to be a dominatrix for Luke, and well, I’ve been teaching them,” I said, grabbing a bite of a bread stick.

“Except, I swear Camila could also be submissive. She listens so beautifully, and I’m tempted to ask them for a contract.”

Easton took a sip of his drink.

“Sounds like there is something more that is bothering you,” he said.

I sighed. “I might be in a similar predicament as you, but I want this to work. I don’t want Subs who leave me. We had dinner the other night and… and it was really nice.”

“Who are you and where is Genevieve?” he chuckled.

I pushed his shoulder. “It’s strange, unfamiliar, and it makes me doubt myself which is really weird. I am used to taking charge and telling everyone what to do but?—”

“If she’s dominant, can you have a relationship with her?” He leaned back on the sofa.

“To be honest, I think I would be ok getting on my knees for either of them,” I said softly.

“You want something more than a contract?” He looked surprised.

“No? Maybe?” I sighed. “I think I'd still need a contract.”

It made me feel uneasy thinking of getting into a relationship without a contract. I needed those rules, for clarity and I needed to protect myself.

“You can have a contract and want more.” he said matter of factly.

“Can I? I wouldn’t even know how to navigate that,” I sighed.

“Maybe start with dinner?” he suggested, looking thoughtful. “We had a very domestic weekend, and I have to say it was nice.”

“You want me to be domestic?” I scoffed.

“I don’t think you have a domestic bone in your body,” he chuckled. “But maybe having dinners and breakfasts are a start.”

“Why not lunch?” I was confused.

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