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“Because I want to,” he replies simply.
“But why me?”
There’s a low chuckle coming from his side of the bed as he replies, “Most women don’t give me so much grief about it. But then again, most women think they have to sleep with me to get trips to Paris and gifts and jewelry.”
“That’s not true,” I say with a yawn. “Most womenwantto sleep with you.”
He laughs again. “Maybe so.”
“Those women at the club tonight sure did.”
After he lets out a sigh, I roll toward him.
“Can I ask you a personal question?”
He turns my way, his broad arm curling under his pillow, and with the bit of light coming through the window, I can just make out the curve of his bicep. “Of course.”
“Are you…a pleasure Dom?” This is what working at a sex club does to you. You no longer shy away from asking blunt, invasive questions, as if it’s as casual asare you a vegetarian?
To his credit, he barely reacts. “Yes. Why do you ask?”
“I heard those women say something about it when I was…passing by.”
He smirks. “When you were eavesdropping.”
“Okay, fine. I was eavesdropping. Don’t tell on me.” I smile sheepishly.
“I won’t.”
“So, what does that mean?”
He clears his throat, adjusting himself on his pillow. “It means I like to be in control, but I like to bring my partner pleasure. I like being able to control when they come, how they come, and how often they come.”
I force my breathing to remain steady as I suck in a lungful of air. Beneath the blankets, my feet rub together—my own little nervous habit because, right now, my kinky mind is going wild.
“The person I’m with has to be submissive, though. It’s not like just anyone can fill that role.”
“Do you have…a partner? Like someone you do that with all the time?”
“No. Not anymore.”
“So you just find random women at the club?” I ask.
“Daisy, I’ve been around a long time. I’ve had lots of vanilla sex and I’ve tried just about every kinky thing a person can try. At the end of the day, I’ve decided that this is just what I like. I’m not ashamed of it, and I have no problem finding partners.”
I lift up on my elbow as my eyes widen and a sense of panic starts to rise up inside me. “I didn’t mean to pry. I’m sorry. I’m not judging you, I swear.”
With one soft smile, Ronan eases my worries. Then he places a firm hand on my shoulder, letting it cascade down my arm, and I let him ease me back down to the pillow. I know it’s meant as nothing more than friendly comfort, but I’m hyperaware of it, noting the way I’m reacting to his touch.
“I know you’re not judging me. I’m glad you asked. It’s good to be curious.”
When he takes his hand away, I immediately feel the absence of his touch. But he quickly distracts me with his next question.
“Have you experimented at all with kink, Daisy?”
“No.” The word comes rushing out of my mouth, and he notices my lack of hesitation.
“Why not? Not interested?” He’s not pushing or prying, just genuinely curious.
