Page 35 of Shattered Dreams
She released him reluctantly. “You realize it’s almost eleven and you haven’t eaten yet? What’s up with that? Your schedule is set in stone.”
He sighed, wondering for a moment how much to reveal to his daughter, but decided that he didn’t want to hide the fact that he was ready to finally move on. She was grown and he wasn’t about to hide his relationship with Maxwell and Elizabeth. Not after getting a taste of how it could be. “Well, that’s a story.” He caught her hand. “Let’s talk about it over breakfast or brunch. Or whatever you want to call it.” He whistled for Rancho, who came bounding up the stairs before dashing through the open door.
“Sounds serious.” She allowed him to guide her into the house.
“It is.” He slid the door shut behind them, then blew out a breath, then turned to face her. “How much do you know about power exchanges?”
She froze. “Like Fifty Shades of Grey?
“Kinda.” He flushed. “I’ve been taking classes and was told that those movies aren’t a good portrayal of the lifestyle. In fact, Master Lucas has told me they’re utter garbage and to burn them after using them to bitch slap who ever offered them to me as a primer on BDSM.”
“This is serious.” She sank down onto one of the barstools. “My father is interested in the lifestyle?”
He shoved his hands in his pockets. “Yeah.”
She shook her head. “You know, that doesn’t surprise me. You always did rule the roost at home. Mom used to get so frustrated with your ‘antiquated’ ways.”
“I am who I am.”
“I’m not saying that it’s wrong, Dad. Just that it explains a lot. So, who’s the lucky lady that opened your eyes to the possibility of letting a little kink into your life.”
“Who said it had to be a lady?” So far his daughter hadn’t run screaming from the room, but he still needed to reveal that he was attracted to a married couple. Because he sure as hell wasn’t going to hide it from his only child. Not to mention he hoped one day to introduce her to Maxwell and Elizabeth.
“I know you, Dad. You wouldn’t have stepped out of your comfort zone without a good reason.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “So, it was either a case that introduced you to the kink community to the point you were curious, or some woman revealed she had a spanking fetish and you decided to learn from the best.”
“I met them while working a case.” He drew a deep breath. “I need to get this out, so just listen, then you can question the hell out of me, okay?”
“Sure, Dad.” She placed her elbows on the breakfast bar. “Spill it. I want to know all about how my straight-laced father got interested in the lifestyle.”
Over the next twenty minutes he outlined his meeting of both Elizabeth and Maxwell. He, of course, left out a few more graphic details about how attractive he found the couple, but by the time he was done explaining, his daughter had no doubt that he was interested in a married couple.
“So…” he blew out a breath. “…are you gonna run screaming from the room?”
She pursed her lips. “Why? Because I just found out my uber macho dad not only likes to dominate, but is interested in men as well as women?” She winked at him. “Guess now it won’t be a big deal when you find out I have a girl-friend.”
Shock roared through him, and his jaw dropped open. The last thing he’d expected after confessing was his daughter’s admission to being a lesbian.
“Shut your mouth, Dad. You’ll catch flies if you leave it open too long.” She got up from the bar stool and joined him on the opposite side of the breakfast bar. “Do they make you happy?”
“Yeah. They do.” A smile tugged at the side of his mouth, as he thought about how he’d spent his morning. “Even though we have a long way to go, they give me something I thought I’d lost forever when your mom passed.”
She nodded. “Then I’m happy for you. When the time is right, I want to meet them.”
Tears pricked at the back of his eyes. “Damn, I don’t know what I did to deserve a daughter like you.”
“You just got lucky, old man.” She nudged his shoulder. “Now, I’m hungry. Feed me.”
He rolled his eyes. “Still a bottomless pit I see.”
“You know it.” She gave him a one-armed hug. “Just don’t act too surprised when you meet Nakita, tonight when we go out to dinner.”
“Nakita?” He glanced down at her in confusion.
“My girlfriend.” She grinned up at him. “She came as my plus one for the wedding.”
Chapter Fourteen
Warmth. A wet tongue probed his slit, gathering up every droplet of precum, before pulling back to trace down the underside of his cock to his very full balls. Max groaned low in his throat. For once his back wasn’t on fire, or aching like a bastard. Which meant he was going to savor every ounce of pleasure coursing from his groin to his sleep befuddled brain. The brush of facial hair against his scrotum had him frowning, then slitting his eyes. He’d expected it to be Lizzie, but instead a pair of deep green eyes gazed up at him, before Elliot lowered his head to tug one of Max’s nuts into his mouth.
