Page 119 of Irresistible Rogue

“No. It’s just a little surreal discussing these things with my aunt in my old office. Even the coolest aunt ever.”

Madeleine smiled softly. “Isn’t it better that you have someone to talk to?” She raised an eyebrow. “Someone other than the man who wants to dominate you?”

“Good point.” I swallowed some more of my wine. I gazed at her, my mind racing in so many directions at once. Then I blurted, “I want to know everything.”

She laughed softly again. “I understand. But sweetheart, that would take years. I came to this life very young, and I don’t have the time to relive it all over again for your benefit, right this minute. It’s been a long day. Ask me what you really want to know.”

I thought about that.

Since Shane told me about his “sexual preference” yesterday, and about the sex club, it was all I could think about. I was desperately curious about all of it. Did I feel uncomfortable thinking about him with other women? Like Lamborghini woman? His attention so focused on them, as it had been on me when we’d been together… making them feel everything I felt with him?

Yes. It made me uncomfortable.

Jealous, even.

But more than that… it made me want to know more. Much, much more.

“I guess… I just want to know that it’s normal. Shane said that it’s not that unusual, what I am. Being a female submissive.”

“It’s not. A lot of women are sexually submissive. And a lot of those women are curious to take their natural inclinations further.”

“And how does one do that?”

“Good question. You need a skilled partner, but more than that, a partner you can trust. It can be a very vulnerable thing, being a submissive. I would imagine, even more so, a female submissive with a dominant male partner. It’s not hard for a dominant man to find a submissive woman. What’s hard is finding one who’s exceptionally… to his taste. And if you’re a submissive woman, what’s hard is finding a great Dom.”

“Shane said something just like that.”

“Well, he’s right. As many women out there who might be willing to play submissive tonight, there are easily as many men who are willing to take control. But how many of them could handleyouwithout harming you?” For the first time since my aunt had started talking, so frankly, so openly, so very lightly about the subject, I could feel her concern for me. Her protectiveness was kicking in. “How many of them could you trust, to get that vulnerable with?” she asked me seriously. “I’ve talked to women who’ve ended up in a bad situation with some creep who claimed to be a Dom, but really didn’t know the difference between dominating a woman and abusing her. It happens more than you’d like to think.”

“So… submissive women come to the club, to Bliss, because the Doms are vetted and safe?”

“Basically, yes. If you’re a wealthy woman who’s willing to pay for the luxury of an enjoyable encounter, why not? You know you’ll get what you pay for. You’ll be safe and you won’t waste your time. Wealthy women don’t like their time wasted.” She spoke like one of those women, and I knew she was.

“So, wealthy subs pay Bliss to hook them up with Doms like Shane, or… you?”

“Yes. If we’re available.”

“And when are you available?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Whenever we want to be. We are dominant, after all. We like to call the shots.” Then she smiled, a sly smile, and I was pretty sure I got a glimpse of the Domme my aunt was in that private part of her life.

“Shane explained it a lot like you do,” I told her. “I guess I wanted to hear it from you, too. Because I trust you. He did mention that a woman he met at Bliss gave him a Lamborghini. You know, the yellow one in Mom’s driveway the night of the wedding shower?”

“Yes. I saw that. And the woman he showed up with.”

Yeah. I saw her, too. Sort of. Her hair over her face, most of her body exposed… The image was permanently imprinted on my brain, waiting in the darkness when I shut my eyes, the yellow car burned into the blackness like a flame.

“He said she was a submissive. He said he gave the car back. And he claims he didn’t fuck her.”

“I’m not surprised he gave it back,” Madeleine said. “It’s an unusual move for a female sub, I think.” She seemed to be considering it. “It is possible she might have bought a gift like that for him because she was trying, very hard, to win him over.”

“Win him over?”

“Yes. It sounds like she was hoping he’d claim her. Be her Dom, exclusively, I mean.”

Claim?

Ugh. I didn’t like that. That there were women like that one, so comfortable with the submissive thing, so practiced at it, even; women who wanted him and what he could give them,thatbadly.

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