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“A while.” Her swallow was audible.
“Mmm-hmm.”A whilein her world equated to anything from the day before to a year ago. Because he wasn’t mad, not really, he rested his forehead against hers. “I should’ve known, shouldn’t I?”
“I thought it would go away.”
“Sierra,” he said with exasperation. “Things like this don’t justgo away. It’s part of you, like it’s part of Alicia and Callie. It doesn’t change how I feel about you; I’m just going to have to… adapt to Daddy Dom etiquette.”
“Really?” Hope echoed in her whisper.
“Yeah, babygirl.” He kinda liked how it rolled off his tongue. “God help us both.” His heart flopped over in his chest, completely at her mercy, when she twisted and flung her arms around his neck, strangling him with a hug. “Don’t ever bescared to tell me something, Sierra, or ask me for what you need.”
Straddling him now, she rocked gently from side to side as though her excitement was too much to contain. “Thank you.”
“Dying to call me Daddy, aren’t you?”
“Maybe…”
Running his hand down her back, he settled it on her ass. The lack of curves she once had annoyed him; grief and stress ate the flesh off her bones in record time, and it was taking longer than he thought to build her up again. “Try it out, minx.”
When she sat up, the pressure of her pussy against his cock was delicious. It was eclipsed, however, by the love in her eyes as she set her hands on his cheeks, stared into him, and whispered in a broken voice, “Thank you, Daddy.”
Fuck, maybe Att, Van, and Elias were on to something with this. The emotion she evoked with those three little words was frighteningly strong. He’d die for her on any given day, but when she called him Daddy?
Hell, he’d take a page from Tabitha’s book and commit murder for her.
“I’ll do anything for you, Sierra; you should know that by now.” Kissing her gently, he reminded himself they were in public—fucking her on the sheepskin rug in front of everyone wouldn’t raise too many eyebrows, but she needed to be able to function around them. “Why don’t you go get a drink, minx? You haven’t had anything all night.”
“Anything I want?”
“Anything that doesn’t render you comatose after one sip.”
Sierra giggled, bouncing on his dick twice before she scrambled off his lap. Hesitating, she asked, “Would you like anything?”
“I’m good, thanks.” Liam waited to see if her manners outweighed her social awkwardness.
Shuffling from foot to foot, eyes cast slightly down, she turned partially toward the stranger beside him. “Mistress Violet?”
“White wine would be lovely, thank you.”
Fleeing like a nervous mouse, although with the slightest skip in her step, Sierra skirted around the edge of the room to reach the bar, purposefully ducking out of conversation range of anyone near her.
“She’s really not a people person, is she?” Violet commented.
“She is when she finds people who accept her for who she is,” Liam countered easily. “It was one of the hardest things to weigh in when we chose to come here. Avalon is home—she knows she’s loved there, our friends see past the hirsutism and psoriasis to the woman beneath, and she feels comfortable enough to come out of her shell. Here, we’re having to start all over again, and kindness isn’t a universal trait.”
“How true. An unfortunate statement on the future of mankind.” Relaxed and in full control of her surroundings, Violet leaned against the back of the seat. “For many, BDSM forms the dregs of society, so terribly taboo what with all the flogging and toys and sex. Yet where else can you find the freedom of expression, the perfect environment to be yourself? This lifestyle isn’t just about sex and domination. It’s friendship and family, building connections between people who might not even look at each other out there in the big, bad world. If anyone knows anything about acceptance, Liam, it’s us.”
“Tell that to big mouth Blake,” he muttered, wishing he’d forced the asshole to swallow a few teeth before he slithered back into his hole. “I get what you’re saying, Violet, but it’s not that easy. Not for Sierra.”
They both swung their gazes toward the bar where Sierra, six feet away from the drinks, stood frozen. Her head was down, her fingers linked at the small of her back, and she was pointedly not willing to approach Fordham, who was pouring a pair of shots.
“It can be. She’s not the only one without friends here,” Violet said softly, wistfully. “I’m available for whatever she needs; you too. Friendship, babysitting duties, the occasional third in a scene.”
Liam slid his gaze her way. Not once had she touched him, flirted with him, given him any impression she had a sexual interest inhim. “You like Sierra.”
Her lips twitched. “Cock is my favorite toy, Liam, especially when it’s attached to a submissive, masochistic man. I rarely do women, although… I wouldn’t say no if she wanted to experiment.”
He barely stifled a laugh. If she knew how long it had taken him in the beginning simply to get Sierra wet, to retrain her body and mind into relaxing during sex, she’d understand how farfetched that suggestion might be. “Well, if you get her consent, I’ll let you play.”
