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“There are many people out there—all genders—who need the structure a true Dom can give. At a club like Serenity, we do scenes with various partners. You could get your toes wet.”
“I’m only doing this for Maddie,” I growled.
Sloan Mercer measured me for a long minute, like he was trying to pick through my armor. He was deciding if I was lying, but I knew who I was. Or I did until I met Maddie, and since I was the only person she seemed comfortable with, I would fit the mold she needed.
The man raised his chin. “Why don’t you sit and tell me how you met Maddie?”
I glared at the chair.
“Or if you’re not comfortable here, we can sit in my lounge.” He waved toward the door to his left.
I really didn’t want to fold myself into that chair again, and he clearly read that.
Standing, he said, “You’ll be more comfortable in here.” Then hecrossed to the door and went through first.
Alone in his dark office with dark leather and wood furniture, I seethed. I needed to understand this better, but every instinct I had said I should run for the hills. My instincts, though, hadn’t helped me when it came to Maddie.
I joined him in his mostly black lounge, a small room with two plush red-velvet chaise lounges and a... “Is that a fucking throne?”
Mercer took a seat on one of the couches. “It is, but let’s sit here.”
He gestured to the facing chaise, and I sat on the edge, my elbows on my knees and hands clasped. My eyes kept cutting sideways to the huge chair with more red velvet and inlaid gold scrollwork. Aside from that piece, it felt more like a shrink’s office, not that I’d seen many of those except on TV.
“Where were we?” Mercer started with a twinkle in his eye.
“How I met Maddie.” I told him the story, mostly, saving the part about who we rescued her from.
When I paused, he asked, “And she focused only on you when there were three others in the room, her sister included?”
“Yes.”
“And when you went to see her at the recovery house, she only responded to you?”
“Fuck.” I ran a hand through my hair. “Yeah.”
“Tell me,”—he leaned forward, mirroring my position—“has she done anything yet that’s just to please you?”
“Goddammit, everything she does seems like it’s to please me.” I threw myself back onto the chaise, a wave of exhaustion washing over me. “She’s even called me—”
I swallowed hard.
“What,” prompted Mercer.
“Daddy,” I murmured. My cheeks flamed. I didn’t need to be telling this to a guy. To anyone else.
“Can you say that again? I didn’t quite hear you.”
“Daddy,” I said, tasting the word on my tongue. My voice was stronger this time, but I was still careful with how loud it came out ofmy mouth.
Sloan tilted his head to the side, like the bastard didn’t hear me. “What?”
He played with me, and I sat upright, roaring, “Daddy!”
A smile broke out across his face. “Ah, yes. Daddy is one of the best. Sir, master, lord, king, captain, chief, they all apply though.”
His tone was as casual as if we were walking in a park, but it was laced with some kind of psychopathic bullshit. I wasn’t someone for him to manipulate or toy with. “I’m not playing your games.”
“Then let me make this clear. You’ve admitted you’ll be who she needs. You’ve described actions that are begging for a Dom. You need to calm the fuck down and think about how to handle yourself and Maddie. Especially if this is only for her.” He rolled his eyes and reached over to a table, pouring a glass of liquor from a crystal bottle into a crystal glass.
