“Yeah, I don’t have the full story yet, but he abused his authority and he abused her.”
Dad shakes his head in disgust. The look on his face mirrors mine and I know he’s thinking the same thing I am—if we could only get our hands on that fucker, he would never abuse anyone again.
“Just be careful, son. Make sure she’s the one before you’re fully vested in her,” he says as he cups his hand on my shoulder.
“What do you think of her so far, Dad?” I ask, genuinely interested in his opinion.
“I think your mom will feel her out and tell us both what she thinks,” Dad responds with a smile.
He’s right, actually, and that’s most likely the very thing that drove me to bring her here so soon. Mom is like a human radar—nothing gets by her. My sisters and I used to joke growing up that no matter how hard we tried to hide something, Mom must really have eyes in the back of her head—and everywhere else—because she always knew the second we looked at her.
Several minutes later, the steaks are ready and Mom and Sophia are setting the outdoor table. Sophia seems to be really enjoying herself with Mom, and Mom loves all the attention that Sophia is lavishing on her. They’re chatting about girlie stuff while I help Dad with the grill. Sophia’s happiness is radiating from her face and there is an actual glow about her.
We’re all enjoying the deck after dinner, sufficiently stuffed, and not eager to start cleaning up yet. Mom, in her usual take-no-prisoners action, breaks the evening pleasantries with a question that has me choking on my drink and Sophie staring at her in stunned silence.
“So, Sophia, tell me, when did you become Dominic’s sub?” Mom asks as if she’s asking Sophia about the earrings she’s wearing instead.
“Mom!”
“Don’t raise your voice at your mother, Dominic,” Dad chastises me and pins me with his eyes.
“Sorry, Mom,” I concede. I was raised to know better. Dad doesn’t joke about how Mom is talked to or treated by anyone.
“It’s okay, Sophia. You can tell us,” Mom continues, completely ignoring me.
“Officially, just a couple of days now,” Sophia finally answers. “But, in some ways, since I started working for him a few weeks ago.”
“I see,” Mom says without really conveying her thoughts.
“How did you know?” Sophia asks Mom, truly interested.
Mom gives Sophia an understanding smile before she answers. I cringe, knowing what’s coming next.
“Because I’m Rick’s sub. I suspected when you first arrived, but I knew when you called him ‘Dom’,” Mom explains.
Sophia blanches white, staring at Mom, and I know she’s trying to ascertain if Mom is telling the truth or if she’s just fucking with her mind. What Sophia doesn’t realize is, Mom only tells the truthallthe time, whether it’s what you want to hear or not.
“She’s telling you the truth, Sophia. This is part of why I wanted you to meet them at this time. This has been their choice my whole life and they’re very happy with it,” I reassure her.
Turning to Mom, I share some of Sophia’s information, “Mom, we’re working on building trust now. Sophia had a bad experience where the man responsible for her abused his position and abused her. She’s learning that I’m not that man.”
Mom’s reaction is not unexpected to me, but may be shocking to Sophia. “That bastard needs to have his dick cut off and shoved down his throat then,” she says, and then turns to Sophia. “Honey, that is not how we raised Dominic, and while I know he would never do anything like that,ifhe ever did, all you have to do is call me and I will take care of itimmediately.”
Sophia’s eyes are as big as saucers and she stammers for a moment before she can intelligently speak again. “But, I thought you were a submissive?” Sophia questions, clearly confused and trying hard to reconcile all the information she’s just been given.
“I am, honey,to Rick. I am not submissive to anyone else—ever,” Mom declares resolutely. “Just let another man try to dominate me one time. I will put him in his place so quickly he won’t know what hit him.Myman is the only one who has that right.”
The wheels are turning in Sophia’s head again and confusion has quickly become a resident on her face. Clearly, she has not been instructed this way and she’s not sure what she should do. I take her hand in mine, giving her my strength and support as she considers the implications of what all she has just learned. “You can speak candidly here, Sophia. No one will judge you. If you have questions, Mom and Dad will be glad to help.”
“You just seem so…loving,” Sophia replies as her eyes dart between Mom and Dad.
Dad is thoughtful in his reply, “Sophia, Kayla submits to me because shewantsto, not because Idemandit of her. It’s a gift that she gives me but I have to earn it. It’s my job to create the trusting environment where she feels safe to give me total control. If submission istakenfrom you any other way, it’s is abuse, plain and simple. Kayla is free to change her mind at any time, it’s not up to me.”
“That’s right, honey,” Mom chimes in. “We are loving, and we always have been, because first and foremost, Rick is my husband. We’re in this together as man and wife, equally important and equals period.”
“I think, Sophia,” Dad says, “that maybe you have been given the wrong impression of a submissive. Being Kayla’s Sir means that she is up on a pedestal and I do whatever it takes to keep her happy and meet her needs. That’s what she does for me, so why would she get any less from me?”
