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There were two of them. My inner nympho released a heavy, love-struck moan of imagined pleasure.
“Foster is not going to be happy with us,” Kyle said ruefully, his gaze boring into his brother’s.
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Kyle and I do everything together. And when I say everything, I do mean everything.” Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t think about it,
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“Kyle wants to know if you’re hungry and if you like subs? The sandwich kind, not the human kind.”
A pet doesn’t have to ask; they’ll just crawl into your lap and demand what they want.”
“I was thinking about a kitten,” I replied. “A kitten?” I nodded slowly. “Something soft and warm and cuddly. Very cuddly. And affectionate.” Derek’s body swayed as he kept his head turned away from us. “Yes,” I continued, reading Derek’s body language. “I think a kitten would do nicely.” “Are you sure?” Kane whispered so Derek couldn’t hear. “Yes,” I replied just as quietly. “Just look at him, Kane.”
“And where are you going to find this kitty?” I asked as if there wasn’t one sitting on the floor before us.
Waiting for one submissive photographer to discover his kinky, lovable side was nothing for him.
“While some parts of BDSM are more accepted by the mainstream, there’s a lot that isn’t. And for many reasons, it’s more acceptable to be dominant than to be submissive, but only if you’re a man. For a submissive woman, it’s turning your back on centuries of the fight for women’s rights for the desire to be subjugated by a man. And if you’re a dominant woman, you’re just angry and taking it out on men. “For a man to be submissive, it’s seen as emasculating. A lot of people think a man’s worth is directly tied to his control and confidence. To be willing to give that up is… incomprehensible.
Not fifteen minutes ago, you and Kyle were talking about wanting a kitten. I am most certainly not a kitten. I’m not into BDSM, and I’m not submissive.” Yet, I thought as I hid my smirk, knowing Kane had had the same thought.
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honest—“I like feeling their body holding me down and the closeness. I like the feeling I get when I can’t escape.” I stared at the words I’d written with an odd sense of detachment. “Wow, okay. That feels super fucking submissive.”
but I knew when a sub was hiding something. It was all in how they looked at you. Or, more to the point, how they avoided looking at you.
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But it was in the way his eyes would dart toward me and then away that was the most telling. It was the look of a submissive saying, ‘I have something I want to tell you, but I don’t know how to do it. Help me make it easier.’
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I narrowed my eyes even as I made a short note. “You can have fangs, but there will be no biting allowed.” Derek sat back with a satisfied smile that was in no way a promise to obey. He was, without a doubt, going to bite.
“Who’s a pretty kitty?” Kane asked as he scratched along my jaw. “You are.” I preened for him. I was a pretty kitty. My Masters told me so.
