“So. I’m her brother,” Travis shot back.
“How’s Kenna?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
“Wonderful,” Travis said, wagging his eyebrows.
“How can you stand letting a woman boss you around?” Krissy asked.
She knew the lifestyle that I had, and vaguely understood Travis’ sex life. That had been a slightly awkward conversation about stuff I didn’t really know about.
I just knew that I liked submitting to my husband in the bedroom only. I was not the type to let him control everything I did, and he knew that too.
“It’s easy,” Travis shrugged. “It’s not a full day and night thing. Well, not always. If we feel the need and just need to feel better after a rough day, or week, then we sit down and talk about it. We have completely free communication without jumping to conclusions.”
“Still, it’s all strange,” Krissy hummed.
“At first, yes,” I answered. “But it does grow on you. It did on me.”
“Of course, the BDSM lifestyle isn’t for everyone,” Travis said. “It all depends on the person.”
“What about you, Julia?” Krissy asked.
“I prefer to not partake in this conversation,” Julia answered, although she had a slight smile on her face.
“She’s not very kinky,” Travis muttered on a laugh.
“No, that I am not,” Julia agreed. “But that doesn’t mean I haven’t dabbled.”
“Ew!” Travis said, covering his ears.
All us girls burst out laughing.
