Page 12 of Domination

Does he do this a lot? Collar women? Take them as his pets?

Jealousy creeps up my spine, and I shudder at the fact he could have pets living in the mansion now?

Does he have lots of women? Pets?

I skip down a few paragraphs, rubbing my eyes:Little Pet will give Daddy full control of her body, therefore no touching her private regions without prior consent. Justwho the hell does he think he is? Prior consent. My blood boils, but something other than anger is simmering inside me; maybe intrigue too? To have someone as powerful and caring control my body for me sounds liberating. Someone who cares for my needs when I’ve spent so long caring for myself. Submitting to him would almost feel freeing. He could think on my behalf, and all I’ll have to do is comply. Pushing the thought aside, I shake my head, refusing to be drawn in no matter how inviting the idea is. I need to stay on task. Do what I need to do so I can return home.

I flip through the countless pages, trying my best to concentrate on the words.

Little Pet must discuss in advance any activities she is not comfortable with, and those will not be pursued. A safe word of ‘Red’ will be used when Little Pet is not comfortable, and all forms of play will be immediately halted.

I skim over the activities:edging, spanking,role play, anal play, bondage, gags, suspension, voyeurism, fisting. Oh, god. My cheeks flush and my heart races. I can’t do those things. I can’t. The list goes on and on. While I’ve heard of most of these things, I’ve never heard ofwatersports.

Just what the hell is a watersport, and why is it mentioned as something you would do in a bedroom?

He wants me to become his pet? I glance toward the door. He can’t be serious. He just found out I’m his step-granddaughter. Is that a thing?

Bonnie pulls me out of my thoughts when she whimpers in the nursery. It’s getting to be time for her feeding.Afterward, I’ll bathe her in the spacious bathroom, then put her to bed and turn on the baby monitor in her nursery so I can go and discuss this contract with the man who consumes my thoughts and, it appears, my body too.

Chapter Five

Vinny

“What the hell do you mean we’re being searched again?” I shout.

“Yes, again!” Rafael bellows, his vicious tone mirroring my own.

My three sons fill the office, all eyes on me as Rafael recalls what went down during the early hours of this morning.

We’ve always been on the police commissioner’s radar—Harrison Davis—but since my son took his ex-daughter-in-law as a wife, it’s gotten increasingly worse. Coupled with the fact that Rocco played a part in his son’s death, the man is out for retribution. I’ve had no choice but to utilize the support of the O’Connell Mafia to keep our shipments coming in.

Thankfully, they have connections with a different MC than the one my absent son is linked to, and they’re willing to distribute our firearms and take the fall at a cost,if need be. Between time, I’m trying to maintain our legal businesses while dodging the fucking set ups at the same time.

Last week, the manager of one of our strip clubs was hauled into the precinct for supposedly distributing drugs. Turns out, he had no part in it and didn’t even recognize the culprit. He knows to keep squeaky clean at the minute. We can’t risk any more attention on us than usual.

Pushing my fingers through my hair, I pin my glare on my son Tommy. During one point in his life, he lost his way. It took his stepdaughter staying with him to realize what value he had in life. I’m proud of the man he’s become. He’s a great husband and a wonderful father to their young children; something I wish I could say for myself. My biggest regret in life is none of my children having a mother figure. Not a single one was fit for the role I’d married them for, and while I think it hardened the boys to the Mafia way of life, I didn’t miss the way they craved the softness I was unable to give them over the years.

Maybe that’s why I’m so caring in the bedroom, I can finally be myself. Albeit with a contract signed that allows it without the risk of showing vulnerability to the outside world, and should retribution take place, my emotions won’t be hindered.

My mind races toward the gift I have upstairs. Two gifts, to be precise. As much as my cock aches to be inside Gracie again, I can’t forget her daughter either, so when I finally collar the girl who escaped me formonths, I must bear in mind the rules may need to be bent slightly to accommodate a baby.

“Can you deal with it?” I snipe out at Rafael, then a sliver of guilt hits me for speaking to him so abruptly.

“Of course,” he states, used to my sharp tone.

“Are you ready for bed, old man?” my youngest son, Rocco, taunts. He’s almost twenty and is more a man than my thirty-six-year-old stepson will ever be. He stepped up and took what he wanted, which just so happened to be Gerrard Davis’s wife and son. Shame I’m now reaping the consequences of his actions. Gerrard, the abusive bastard he was, ended up dead, and now we’re left with the aftermath of dealing with his father. Fortunately for us, we know a lot of people, so with each allegation they arrest us for, we knock them back while formulating a long-term plan to take out the real threat once and for all.

“Are you sure you can trust your sources?” Rocco asks, sitting forward. The tattoo creeping up the column of his throat depicting his woman’s name makes my lip twitch. Crazy little fucker had it done to mark their one-year anniversary.

“Yes. I’m sure,” I say with confidence.

“So, what, we just trust them that Harrison is just going to disappear?” Tommy asks, with skepticism lacing his tone.

My sons are right to be suspicious. When you’re in the Mafia, many parts of it are entwined with some of the other five families, and sometimes, all you can do is put your trust in them despite your natural reaction not to.

“I trust them,” I say, referring to the Varros familyand the intel they have regarding Harrison. “Owen assures me he has a plan.”

Owen Stevens is part owner of STORM Enterprises; he’s the head of their security, and those men have their fingers in every Mafia pie. While that should leave me wide open to become vulnerable, it doesn’t. I’ve dealt with Owen plenty of times.

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