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“I . . . I still have glitter in my belly.” And she wouldn’t sleep well with it there. “But you don’t have to do it.”
“As your man, your Dom, your Ki-Ki, it’s my privilege.”
Most of the time she only called him Ki-Ki in Little headspace. So she understood what he was saying.
He shot a look at Remy, clearing his throat awkwardly. “You’ll be here.”
“Of course.” Remy spoke quietly but with surety.
And she could see the relief in Loki’s face, even though he quickly hid it. She knew how hard this had to be on him. Fuck, the whole night had been messy for him.
But Loki was stronger than he gave himself credit for. He was always there for anyone in need.
Sometimes, he made the wrong decision, but they were all guilty of that.
“You still want to use red for your safeword?” Remy asked her.
“No. I want to use Purple People Eater,” she said.
“Fuck, that’s adorable,” Remy said. “But it won’t work.”
Isa pouted. “Why not?”
“Too long, Tink,” Loki told her.
She huffed out a sigh. Okay, she got it. “How about cupcake?”
“Cupcake?” Remy looked puzzled.
“I’m not likely to yell it out during a punishment or other things . . . right? And I like cupcakes.” She shrugged. It made sense in her head.
“If that’s the word you want, baby. Sure,” Remy agreed. “Anything you don’t want to do?”
Hmm. She didn’t know. What didn’t she want to do?
“She’s got a low pain tolerance,” Loki said, standing then sitting next to her. He drew her onto his lap as though he’d sensed she needed his touch.
Knowing him, he had.
“Got it.” Remy nodded. “What else?”
She bit her lip. “Ummm.”
“Don’t degrade her,” Loki added. “No mean names.”
She nodded. She really wouldn’t like that.
“And she’s not good with blood.”
“I’m not into anything that intense anyway,” Remy murmured, studying them both. “But I do need to hear you say these things, baby.”
“Oh, right, um. I agree with those things. Also, um, I don’t want you to choose what I wear.”
Remy blinked and she knew she’d surprised him. But what she wore . . . it was part of who she was. It was a rebellion against what her dad had tried to make her into. And she didn’t want anyone taking that away from her.
Remy’s face softened. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me? Have you been worrying about this?”
“Not worrying . . . just thinking about it sometimes. I just want to choose.”
