Page 4 of The Exception


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The bartender shrugged. “Sure thing.”

My face wrinkled in confusion as I watched him walk away.

Jagger’s sexy smile was now gone. He looked me in the eyes and spoke matter-of-factly. “No alcohol. Please.”

I felt my brows knit. “What?”

“I don’t want you to have any alcohol.”

My eyes shifted to the bar, zoning in on the half-full drink sitting in front of him. I motioned to it. “You have a drink? Why can’t I have one?”

“Because it’s my preference.”

“Your…preference?”

His eyes narrowed. “Is that a problem?”

Not having a drink wasn’t a problem, but himtelling meI couldn’t have one certainly was. I didn’t care how good-looking this guy was, no man was going to push me around. I folded my arms across my chest. “Do you have many other preferences I should be aware of?”

A ghost of a smile feathered onto his lips. “I do, actually.”

His lips were curved, but there wasn’t a trace of laughter in his tone.

“I’ll humor you,” I said. “Let’s hear them.”

“The most important of my rules is no alcohol or anything else to impair your judgment and blur the lines of consent. Other than that, I keep things simple. I demand punctuality—my time is too valuable to be kept waiting. And you’ll also need a safe word.”

“A…safe word?”

Jagger’s eyes swept over my face. Two lines formed between his brows. “Why does it seem like it’s the first time you’ve had rules like these?”

“Umm...because it is.”

He tilted his head, looking as confused as I felt. “You’re new to the community?”

“You mean the DARE dating app?”

“I mean the dominant-submissive community in general.”

My eyes bulged. “The what?”

He rubbed his bottom lip with his thumb, maintaining eye contact, but I could see the wheels in his head spinning. “You have no idea what type of site you joined, do you?”

“Isn’t it a dating site?”

“It is, for people with specific tastes.”

“What kind of tastes?”

“DARE stands for Dominants, Alphas, Roleplay, and Exhibitionism.”

“Dominants? Exhibitionism?” My jaw dropped open, and my hand flew up to cover my mouth. “Oh my God. I guess that site isn’t the best place for a virgin.”

CHAPTER 2

Sutton

“Get. The. Fuck. Out of here.”