Page 28 of Perfect Three

Chapter Thirteen

Lucy spent a restlessnight tossing and turning.Once she’d gotten up and paced through the house before returning to bed.Sometime around four she’d fallen into a welcoming, dreamless, sleep.When she woke and went downstairs, the first thing she did, after making a coffee, was turn on her laptop.She immediately checked on reviews of that infernal book and discovered it was actually about a fictional female who needed to be considered a slave by her Dom.She truly wanted this 24/7 domineering lifestyle.

“Oh great!Maybe next time I read a book someone recommends I find outexactlywhat it’s about first,”Lucy almost growled with anger.She exhaled loudly.“Okay.Let’s find out about true Doms and subs.”

For the next two hours, she had her eyes opened for the first time.Jack had been right—this was nothing like the damn stupid book.

If she understood correctly what she read on the various computer sites, the sub dictated the way things ran.The Dom provided the control, the power, but if the sub wasn’t happy with anything, then it was the Dom’s duty to stop and discuss.It appeared everything was done mutually, there were no one-sided demands, no ignoring the word ‘no’.Judging from the number of sites that basically said the same thing, it was no wonder the men had been confused by her reaction.

“Oh my God, I got it so horribly wrong.All because of some damn book that I only read part of anyway!”

She kept shaking her head—partly in amazement.Her coffee sat untouched beside her.The whole Dom-sub thing still confused her, but at least she understood there was no abuse that wasn’t wanted.

“The word ‘abuse’ is probably the wrong way of looking at it.”

All she read left her with the tantalizing idea this was what she’d spent her whole life craving—someone who took control.It surprised her that some of the things she’d read echoed pleasurably within her.Maybe her desire to be controlled was actually part of this whole vast sub-culture.Perhaps she wasn’t some weirdo like she’d thought.

She gave a wry laugh, shaking her head.“I should have grabbed a few romance books with Doms in them to read as well as sweet romances and ménages.I wouldn’t have gone through all my adult life thinking I was weird.”

Lucy closed down the laptop.When the men now came, she’d be able to make a sensible decision armed with real facts and based on what they considered their relationship to be.And there was always their offer to remain as just friends and not take things any further than friendship.

Anyway, friendship would come first,she thought.

Surprised, she discovered it was close to midday, and she still wore her pajamas.Going back upstairs and into the bathroom alongside her bedroom, Lucy showered then walked naked into the bedroom.She stood looking at herself critically in the full-length mirror.Lucy was very happy with her body, but shedidwonder what men thought of it.She guessed they must like it or else no one would have ever asked her out let alone slept with her.

She twisted back and forth.She’d never been thin, but her ample curves were shapely and well-padded.Gravity had an effect on her boobs, but apart from that she figured she looked pretty good for fifty-four, as long as you liked plus-sized women.She brushed her hair and left it loose.

Now to decide what to wear.“Oh hell!What on earth do you wear to discuss a kinky sexual relationship?”

That set Lucy into a fit of giggles which very quickly escalated into maniacal laughter.She sat on the edge of the bed, unable to stop.Maybe it was a release.Finally getting her laughter under control, she stood and opened her dressing room door.

Staring at the contents without really seeing them, Lucy couldn’t decide what to wear.She took a set of underwear off one shelf and put them on.Looking critically in the mirror she decided they were too sexy, so she tore them off and put on another more demure set.

If she wore jeans it might look too casual but dress pants would be too formal.A dress.

Maybe, but then what one?

Pulling a casual floral summer dress off its hanger, she slipped it over her head and studied her reflection.

“No.”

She shook her head and quickly took it off, then stared into the rack of clothes.

“This is crazy.If I can’t even decide what to wear then how the hell am I going to decide what to do?”

Groaning, Lucy decided to just stick with a pair of jeans.They might be casual, but they were comfortable.

“Yep, I need comfort.”

After pulling a pair on, she rummaged for a top.In the end, she just chose a plain black t-shirt.Forget about shoes.“I usually go bare footed.They can just get used to it right from the start!”

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