Page 44 of Laila Manning
“Degradation is a hard no.” I shook violently at the idea. “No way.”
“Makes sense.” Carly said evenly, not dwelling on the trauma behind the emotion.
“Non-monogamous?” I questioned, “Like sister wives?” I asked as I saw her relatively high score for that topic.
“Like swinging.” She replied. “Not any less committed to your partner, but willing to share under certain circumstances.”
“Ha.” Elora snorted. “That won’t work for Laila.” She shook her head confidently as my own opinions were forming in my head. “She’s jealous. Possessive, if you will.”
“How do you know that?” Carly scowled at her best friend, and I shrugged my shoulders because Elora was right.
“Because I mentioned how Zeke treated other women around me over the years, and Laila went full space cadet and imagined their untimely demise before I even finished my sentence.”
“I did not.” I rolled my eyes.
“Pretty close.” She smirked. “Either way, she’s not going to want to see Zeke give any other woman a second of attention around her.” She stared at me pointedly, “Are you?”
“No.” I answered evenly, “Not at all.”
“Good to know.” Carly added, scrolling again.
“What about voyeurism?” Elora asked, noting the high score on Carly’s sheet again. “Exhibitionism?”
“Like screwing in front of people?” I cringed.
“Or watching others have sex.”
“No.” I shook my head. Too many times in my life had I seen others screwing. “People actually like that?”
Carly snorted, and Elora chuckled. “Carly has an exhibitionism kink. So yes.”
My eyebrows rose to my hairline as I tried to imagine the appeal.
“Hey, don’t knock it until you’ve been fucked up against your kitchen window while the gardener’s watch.” Carly shrugged nonchalantly, and my eyes drifted over to the large glass windows overlooking their lush backyard.
“I have no words.” I admitted.
“That’s fine.” Carly nodded and clicked on a new topic. “Ooh, what about role play?”
“Like doctor and nurse?” I recoiled. “Too cliché.”
“It doesn’t have to be a scene like that.” Elora said, “It could be as simple as using pet names for power play.”
“You say that’s simple, but I’m even more confused now.” I replied, unimpressed.
She rolled her eyes, “Like does the idea of calling Zeke, Daddy, excite you?”
“Daddy?” I scowled. “Don’t you think I have enough daddy issues?”
“Yes.” Elora and Carly both said at the same time.
“But that’s exactly why you’d probably be into it.” Elora shrugged. “Ryker and my dad were best friends from childhood, yet I love a well-placed ‘Please, Daddy’ when I’m feeling particularly dirty.”
“I bet Ryker eats that up like catnip, too.” Carly joked.
“Spoon-fed catnip,” Elora confirmed. “Just keep it in the back of your head.”
“Zeke would make such a wonderful Daddy Dom.” Carly mused, leaning back in her chair. “With his seriousness and attention to detail.” She groaned. “I bet he’s a pleasure Dom.”
