Page 37 of Stepping Up to the Plate

“You’ve been reading Daddy Dom books?” I question, intrigued. I didn’t have Lola being a Little on my bingo card, but I could work with it. She has some Little tendencies.

“I have a well-rounded book collection, thank you very much,” she sasses.

“A dirty book collection,” I snort. “You let me know if you ever want to reenact any of those scenes. I’ve got access to pretty much anything you could want to play with.”

“You do? Do you have a sex dungeon I didn’t notice when I snoo—toured your apartment?”

I laugh at her slip. “You can snoop around my place all you want, Lo. I’ve got nothing to hide from you. But no, I don’t have a sex dungeon. I don’t need one, I own a sex club.”

“Oh, right,” she mumbles, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

Stopping at the entrance of our building, I lift her face to mine and remove her lip from her teeth. “What’s worrying you, sweet girl?”

“Nothing.”

“Lola,” I warn. “Communication and honesty are the cornerstone to any relationship. You know that better than anybody.”

She huffs out a breath. “Do you miss it?”

“Miss what?”

“The club. Do you miss going there?”

“I still go there,” I stupidly remark.

“What?!” She shouts. But instead of letting me answer, she storms inside and towards the elevator. For having such short legs, she is speedy when she wants to be.

“Wait, Lola. Hold up.” I manage to stop the doors from closing and get in with her as she punches the number for her floor. I hit mine, too.

“I am not going back to your place with you,” she declares.

“Yes, you are. That came out all wrong. Hear me out.”

“I don’t want to hear about how you go to the club to play with other girls. Ones who are more experienced and give you what I can’t.”

“What are you talking about?” The elevator is fast approaching my floor and I need to convince her to come with me. “You can either come with me to my place or I can come with you to yours, but we’re going to finish this conversation either way. What’s it going to be?”

“Fine. Yours, that way I can leave later.”

“We’ll see.” I have no intention of letting her sleep anywhere but in my arms tonight. No misunderstanding is going to change that fact.

With my hand on her back, I lead her into my condo where she stares at me expectantly. “Go on, tell me about all your playthings and why I should be okay with it.”

“I don’t have playthings, baby.”

“Subs, whatever. Semantics are not the thing to discuss right now.”

“I don’t have subs either. Why would you think that?”

“Why else would you go to a sex club if not to get something you aren’t getting from me?”

“I am getting everything I need from you, Lola. Full stop.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am,” I grit. “What could possibly be missing?”

“I don’t know! That’s the problem. I am clearly not well-versed in kinky fuckery otherwise you wouldn’t need to go to a sex club and I wouldn’t have caught my husband mid-spit roast! You’re clearly used to having out of the box experiences and everything we have done so far is vanilla.”

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