Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
I was a full grown-up.
I was thirty-three for fuck’s sake.
I had a real job.
I just…I just always met the wrong people.
The closest time I’d come to having a great sexual experience at the club was when Conner flirted with me. He liked having an audience and I liked watching, so it worked out great except for the whole he was taken and a sub thing.
His Dom was really nice too.
That somehow made it even worse.
“Okay.” Conner nodded slipping into a more serious headspace even though he was nearly naked and in platform heels that would’ve killed me. “We’re going to find you the right person and you’re not going to question me this time.”
He didn’t wait for me to say anything. Charging right back in, he just gave me a look that said I was going to obey him.
Had I mentioned how hot he was?
Why weren’t submissive-dominants a thing? Or would it be dominant-submissives? They would be sexy but not scary and probably wouldn’t trigger my anxiety. Hmm, maybe they’d be classified as some kind of service sub because they’d be doing it just to make someone else happy?
“I’m going to list off what you’ve talked about wanting and you’re going to tell me if I have anything wrong. Is that clear?” His glare had my dick getting hard, but he knew that too and just looked firmer. “Finley?”
“Yes. It’s clear.” At some point I was going to have to figure out if I was supposed to apologize to Ben for getting turned on by his sub.
“Good boy.” That didn’t help my situation, but luckily, Conner kept going without looking down at my lap. “You want a Daddy feel without them actually being a Daddy. No gruff angry Doms or ones who are too blank when they find their Dom headspace.”
When he paused, I realized it’d been some sort of question and nodded. It didn’t sound like that should be an unreasonable goal to have for a Dom, but most of the currently single Doms were a bit rough around the edges for me. They made other subs weak in the knees but they gave me ulcers.
“You want to explore exhibitionism and voyeurism. You also enjoy humiliation as long as it’s on the sweeter end.” Somehow when he said that it always sounded perfectly reasonable.
Conner was amazing.
“Yes.” But no matter how businesslike his tone was, I blushed again.
“Alright, I have a few questions.” Charging right back in, he barely took a breath and didn’t think about asking if I wanted to say anything. He didn’t seem to think this needed my input except when he was asking very specific questions. “The Doms you’ve talked to have all been older. Is that what you’re looking for?”
Hmm.
Thinking about it, I gave a confused shrug. “I don’t know.”
Maybe he was right to just charge right over me.
Okay. Age. That wasn’t something I noticed in a does it turn me on kind of way. “Um, I thought older guys might have more self-control and not growl at me?”
That hadn’t turned out like I’d expected, though.
Conner rolled his eyes, making his feelings perfectly clear. “Do you get turned on by older guys or do you just not notice age?”
“That one.” Yes. “I don’t notice it.”
Sitting straighter, Conner nodded like we were making progress. “Good boy. What do you notice in a does it get you hard way?”
Ugh.
“Um, I notice when they’re touching their subs and petting them to keep them turned on. I notice when they’re calling them naughty sluts and spanking them where they shouldn’t be.” I hadn’t used his name, but Conner giggled, recognizing that moment from his own life. “I notice when they look proud of their subs when they make them come.”
Hmm, what else?
“Finley?” Conner’s sigh and the slight frustration in his voice made me squirm. “Do you notice anything specific about men’s bodies or personalities that turn you on? Do you get hard over tall men or short men or dark-haired ones or funny guys? Don’t make me ask you if you’re actually gay.”
Why would any of that be useful in picking out a partner?
“No? But I really am gay. Penises are very pretty.” When he glared at me, I ignored the way he made my dick even harder and I tried to fix whatever I’d done to frustrate him. “Um, personalities and just not being mean to me, in general, are more attractive?”
That made sense, right?
I’d figured out early in my twenties that lusting over someone in real life just because of how they looked was stupid. It was okay if I thought Superman was hot—what was his real name?—but that wouldn’t help me pick out a Dom.
Conner let out a deep breath. “Alright, we’re going to focus on personalities as the most important part of the discussion.”
That sounded much easier.