I press my lips together as I look down at her. “You’re not wrong.”
“I think she’ll go crazy for that. I’m too eager to please her, I’d be a shitty dom.” I look at him in surprise, and again he just shrugs.
“He’s right,” Pete says from the front seat. “He’ll let her get away with murder. She needs you to help keep her in line, show her her boundaries.”
“Alright, who are you and what have you done with Dex and Pete?” I ask, eyeing them carefully.
Pete snorts and shakes his head. “Stop underestimating us, Sly. Just because we don’t have sticks stuck up our asses like you do, doesn’t mean we’re idiots.”
I open my mouth to argue, but that’s exactly what I think, what Ithought.
I lick my lips and glance down at her, snoring quietlyagainst my chest. They weren’t wrong. I knew deep in my heart that she would be the perfect submissive. She was raised that way after all. Her brother literally groomed her to obey a man’s every command.
That was why I didn’t think it was a good idea to take that route with her. Wouldn’t that be taking advantage of what he’s done to her? Taking advantage of her sweet, eager-to-please nature?
The thought of commanding her to her knees or on all fours, eager to do anything I ask of her, has my cock twitching in excitement. But she has to know that it’s her choice. That she doesn’t need to do it because I want her to, but because she wants it.
But isn’t that how a true submissive feels? That they were driven by the need to please. They got off from it. So how do I separate that from what she was groomed to be?
Maybe I can’t. She might have been raised to be submissive, but it didn’t mean she wouldn’t love it with the right person. It didn’t mean she wouldn’t grow wet when I gave her a command, eager to please me.
And better me than some asshole that only sees her as an object made for his pleasure. I’d make sure she was taken care of first and foremost, that her best interest was always at the forefront of my mind. How could I not? Dex was right.
She’s perfect.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
WREN
It’s taken us five days, but we’ve finally arrived at the address from the phone in Ashford Springs. Sly said we could have done the drive in two days, but decided to take a more indirect route to get here in case we’re caught on camera somewhere. Apparently, going in a straight line was a bad idea.
“Are we going in?” I ask, leaning forward between where Sly and Dex sit in the front, to look at the completely normal-looking house in the middle of an average-looking subdivision. I wasn’t sure what we’d find at the address, but it definitely wasn’t something so… ordinary.
“Not yet, we need to watch.” Sly shakes his head, and his hands tighten on the steering wheel, the leather of his gloves creaking with the moment.
I glance at the others. Pete and Jagger are wearing fingerless gloves, unlike Sly’s full-fingered ones. And Dex doesn’t wear any.
“How come you guys wear those gloves?” Jagger lifts hishand, flips it back and forth, then makes a fist and taps his knuckles.
“To cover your knuckles?” I ask, frowning at his reasoning.
Pete leans his forearms on the back of our seat, wiggling his own fingers at me. “Protects them when we’re using our fists.”
“Ohhh, you mean when punching people? They help protect your hands.”
His hand slips around to the opposite side of my head, and he pulls me close, kissing my temple with a wicked grin on his face. “Brilliant and beautiful!”
My cheeks heat as I turn to look back at the house before I lift my own hand to assess it. With my new edgy black look, fingerless gloves would probably match perfectly. “Could I get a pair, too?” I turn to Pete, who looks at me in surprise.
“You want matching gloves, angel?” He grins before licking his lips, as if the idea really appeals to him.
“Is that weird?”
“Would it matter if it was?” He tilts his head as he asks, like he’s genuinely curious about my answer.
I think about it for a moment. It feels like something a couple would do, and the idea only makes me want to do it more. What if we all wore the same gloves?
Oh! We should have matching outfits!
