Plant Daddy (The Submissive Diaries #1) Read Online K.D. Robichaux

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Submissive Diaries Series by K.D. Robichaux
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Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 137135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
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Vi lets out a laugh she covers with her hand before shaking her head. “I can take care of myself. Jeez. I’ll be in mama bear mode, remember? The kids will be with us.”

Corbin’s head pops up over her shoulder, making me let out a laugh of my own.

“All I’m saying is all of us guys have to be on duty this evening until we can meet up with you two at Club Alias after your show, so there won’t be anyone watching over you from a distance,” he says for the twenty-sixth time in the past two days, ever since he got booked for a security gig. “Like, for real this time. Not just saying that so you don’t get annoyed that you have security in stealth mode. So stay together, keep your pepper spray in your hand while walking outside all the way from and back to your car, and remember to always scream every cuss word you can think of instead of ‘help,’ because people will always look toward fighting words before anything that might make their own flight instinct go off.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Vi replies sassily, looking at me while she says it before rolling her eyes, knowing damn well her husband can see every bit of that on her phone.

Before I can even blink, Corbin’s tattooed hand is wrapped around my bestie’s throat, her eyes widening for a split second before closing as he uses the grip to tilt her head all the way back to look at him upside down. I smirk, not feeling awkward in the slightest, because this is so them all the freaking time. Plus, when you’re a member of a BDSM club and see people doing literally every sex act you can think of—and some you never even imagined before seeing it right in front of you—PDA doesn’t exactly set off your “Look away!” button anymore.

“What was that, baby girl?” he prompts, his voice a low timbre that sends chills up my arms as I watch Vi practically melt into her chair.

The same way I melted on Zen’s chest last night after he pulled me up his body and kissed me in a way that had me panting and so slick I had to immediately come home and use my vibrator for the first time in months.

“We’ll be careful, Sir,” she murmurs, and this does make my face heat and glance away, because she says that respectful moniker in a voice as breathy as I’m sure mine was when Zen had me say it while following his orders less than twenty-four hours ago.

Naked.

In his fancy Transformers truck.

While he told me nonstop how much I was pleasing him.

As I gave him a blowjob that I freaking initiated.

Because, Jesus on a cracker, I just had to know what he felt like, what that monster between his legs felt like, and just my hands wasn’t enough to fully appreciate the man I was obscenely attracted to. So my mouth was added to get a better sense—literally, by adding taste to touch—of the overwhelming Dom I was now officially a sub-in-training to.

Just the fact he asked that of me was astounding in itself—He really knows his shit!—and made me want to take this amazing journey with him.

A lot of BDSM romance novels don’t lay out the different steps of a D/s relationship, but I try to include bits and pieces in each of my novels so my readers can learn a little something about the reality of this lifestyle, not just read it for the smut. There are guidelines that can be followed. They’re not necessary; nothing in this lifestyle is.

It’s not like the community will kick you out if you don’t stick to a regimented list of rules, when that’s the beauty of a D/s relationship in the first place. The rules are completely created by the people in it, and they’re agreed upon by both (or all) of them. No one else can tell them something is wrong in their partnership if they’ve laid out exactly what is and isn’t allowed.

But in a traditional guidelines sense, there are levels they can be on, or steps their relationship can take, especially if it doesn’t start as a romantic relationship first. These can also be identified by the types of collar the submissive wears.

First, there’s the Collar of Consideration. To apply a vanilla-world term to this D/s stage, one could call this “talking.” Not quite dating, but the getting to know you stage. This collar can be used when an already established vanilla couple is considering adding a D/s element to their relationship. A lot of times, it’s a Play Collar the potential sub will wear while role playing. But most of the time, at least from what I’ve seen, there’s not an actual collar at all. Maybe a necklace or some other piece of jewelry that’s symbolic to the couple.


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