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“Valid point.”

“How’s Gracie doing?”

“She’s good. Hanging with my mom tonight so I could come here and wait for you to stop banging your hot Dom long enough to have a drink with me.”

She raises her glass, and I follow suit. “To orgasms, punishments, pleasure, and getting naked with your bestie.”

I throw my head back and laugh so loud the table of Doms across the room look up to see what’s going on, Pierce included. The way he looks at her with raw, animalistic desire makes me ache for companionship. Getting off is amazing, and punishment is a must for me. But to find a man who looks at me with such adoration while his eyes darken with the need to claim me as his—that’s what I want.

Maybe that will never be me. Freya isn’t a parent yet. Neither is Naddie. They are free to explore the dynamics of a twenty-four-seven Dom/sub relationship. I can’t.

Freya clinks her glass to mine, bringing me back to the moment. “Cheers to us.”

“Yep.” I take a small sip of my drink.

“Are you okay, Cel? You seem… off.”

“Just got a lot on my mind. I’m fine, really.”

“If you’re sure…”

“Yeah. Are you going to come up and watch the scene with Genevieve on Saturday night? She is training a new sub, and he is mouthwateringly handsome.”

“Like I would be looking at him,” she says with a shy smile.

“Oh really? Do you like seeing me naked, writhing against my hand until I climax?”

She casts her gaze down as she answers. “You’re beautiful when you come.”

I hate that she obviously still feels weird about it. Setting my drink down, I coax her chin up, entreating her to look at me. “So are you, Freya. When are you going to get past it? You seem embarrassed.”

“It’s just… I’m still wrapping my head around everything.”

“We don’t need to do it again if you don’t want. I won’t be offended, and we’ll still be best friends.”

“I want to, but I feel like I’m being selfish.”

“Why?”

“Because you are giving me pleasure, but I also get Pierce. I know it’s wrong to ask that of you when I can’t share him with you.”

“I’ve never asked you to. I don’t do it for him. I do it for you.”

“But I’m a hypocrite.”

“Does Pierce think that way?”

“Does Pierce think what?” He appears behind Freya, running his hands down her arms before pressing his lips to the top of her head.

“Tell your wife that it’s okay for her to want me in your scene.”

“Of course. It wouldn’t happen if I weren’t okay with it. You know that, little one.”

She leans into his touch, her shoulders dropping as he soothes her. “But I don’t share you.”

He looks at me, and I give him an almost imperceptible nod. “Celest and I have no desire to be with each other that way. And don’t think I would allow you to be ‘shared’ with anyone. Getting off at the sight of each other and letting her caress your breasts is not the same thing as allowing her to fuck you, little one. That willneverhappen. You’remine.”

“Yes, Daddy. But…”

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