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This was never the future I had planned for myself. Five years ago, I went to college, and while I was gone, my mother decided marriage wasn’t for her anymore, and she left. Now, she’s gallivanting around Europe with her rich boyfriend, and my dad is left here alone. After I graduated, I probably could have done something else—like find a job that would afford me my own place, move somewhere new, and start my own life, but I couldn’t leave him like that.
I remember the day I asked my dad if I could stay with him after college while I figured out what to do next. I’ll never forget the way his eyes lit up.
I think I started hanging out with Clay out of boredom. I could have easily found a job with my education degree, but I was so focused on my dad. College just felt like a distant memory. Everyone I went to high school with was moving on with their lives, and I was slipping backward.
Clay was a step forward.
At first, it was just flirting. Something I never saw becoming real.
I always saw him as a total sleazeball and ladies’ man, cocky and self-absorbed. He just seemed like the kind of guy who hit up clubs and was only interested in one-night stands. We never seemed compatible at all. I’m an education major with a good-girl reputation—despite the fact that I amnot.
Flirting was fun for a while, especially given the forbidden nature of our relationship.
But then, something changed. He showed up at the office looking broken, like his armor had cracked, and I was getting my first glimpse at the man hiding inside. So I spent more time with him, desperate to see behind the curtain.
Then flirting turned into feelings.
And here we are.
Clay doesn’t treat me like a kid. I feel safe with him, and it’s like I’m in a relationship with my best friend.
But now I can only wonder if I truly know him at all. Why wouldn’t he tell me about the sex club? He knows I’m no saint. I’m not scared of sex clubs.
Which is what led me to this particular search on my phone.
What is a Dominatrix?
With every website definition, article, blog post, and image that pops up, I grow more and more uneasy.
Thisis what he wants?
Or worse. This is what heneeds.
But I can’t give him this.
Dominatrix: a female-identifying professional who engages in a dominant role during sex or in a BDSM relationship with a submissive.
This doesn’t make any sense. Clay has always been dominant with me. It’s not like he ever asked me to take control. I mean…sometimes I’m on top, I guess. But I don’t think that’s what this means.
The deeper I get, the more aroused I get. The women on these sites are sexy and confident, and I’m not sure if I want to be them or bewiththem. What would it feel like to dominate someone like this? To feel that type of control and power.
I could do this. If he just opened up to me about it, then maybe we could.
Although I guess he did open up about it. But only after we saw…
Her.
My fingers freeze over my phone screen as I see a familiar face staring back at me. I only saw her for a few brief moments today, but it was enough to commit her face to memory. It’s not like you can forget the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen.
And now she’s on my phone.
“Madame Kink’s West Coast Escapades.”
And there she is. Right on the first page, covered in leather and looking, well…dominant.
Rule #5: Just say no to Emerson Grant.
Eden
