"Why don't you tell that other side of you to come out and play so we can have some real fun?"
I needed this to work. I had no idea what I was doing, but I needed that foggy side of Bexley to come out and play. Before I do something stupid like coax her into fu.cking me. She'd hate me in the morning, and as helpful as that would be, I just can't do it.
Bexley was right about one thing. I am controlling when I get like this. Daddy Dom was a term I knew from her realm. I never thought of myself as that, but it made me so fu.cking happy when she called me that. Of course, I've never acted like this with anyone else in my life.
I've lived a long time. I've had all kinds of se.x. But I've never been as... captivated, dazed, eager, needy, controlling, bossy, satisfied, or ever craved anyone
