“All what? The awesome sex?”
That got a little of her smile back. “The power dynamic we have to present outside this room with you acting like my submissive. I’m having a hard time staying in character. I don’t want a pet or a toy. You don’t find it…degrading?”
“I’ve got a buddy down in Tampa who owns a BDSM club. I’ve visited a couple of times, but never took part in anything.”
“Why?”
“I wasn’t dating anyone and I didn’t want to take part in a scene with someone I didn’t know.”
“You didn’t know me,” she said.
“I did, kind of. Through Braedon.” It was a chickenshit answer. He should have told her he’d known her for a long time, even if it was from afar. “But back to your question about whether I find this degrading. I don’t. I know some people, men and women, get off being degraded. For some, it’s a power exchange. For others, it’s sexual gratification. In every situation I’ve ever seen, the dynamic between a Dom and sub is one of trust and respect between consenting adults…even when it involves wearing a dog tail butt plug and eating out of a dog bowl.”
Addison rested her chin on her hands. “These women are here to buy my brother and Michael.”
“Yeah.”
“There’s nothing consenting about that,” she said.
“No, there’s not.”
She closed her eyes and a tear rolled down one cheek. “I want to burn this place to the ground with every one of them in it.”
“Let’s concentrate on getting your brother and Michael out first, then we can explore mass murder options.”
She nodded and blew out a breath. Rolling to the side, she slid off the bed. The towel fell to the floor, exposing the sensual curve of her back as she walked over to her suitcase.
“Better hop in the shower or we will be late,” she said.
Devon ran a hand over his mouth. It might be worth it.
