“You were a Dom but now you’re not? I just assumed if you were into that, it would always be your thing,” she says with a shrug. “I was Anya’s Dom. I won’t ever be anyone else’s.” Hopefully that’s enough to shut down the conversation. “So, you never had other submissives before her?” she presses. I close my eyes and lick my lips, trying to stem the annoyance bubbling inside me. “Yes, I had other submissives.” Her frown deepens. “So, you’re a Dom, not just Anya’s Dom.” “I will never be anyone else’s Dom, Mia,” I bark at her. “That part of me died with her.”
