Page 115 of Daddy’s Fortitude

“Actually, you have met a Daddy Dom,” he said. “Zander is one, and I’m pretty sure that Webb is too. He doesn’t go to the club that often. Zander used to go sometimes, but not now that he’s married to Keira.”

That might have been the most he’d ever said to her. That was definitely the most he’d ever revealed about his life and those around him. So to say she was shocked was an understatement.

She was also surprised to learn that Zander and Webb were both Daddies. And Keira was a Little? Darn it, if she’d known she probably would have asked her some questions.

“A club? Like a BDSM club?”

“Yes, I’m a Dom. I like to be in charge when it comes to sex and play. I like to make all the calls and have instant obedience.”

Sheesh. Well, that didn’t really sound like her, did it? She wasn’t really an instant obedience kind of girl.

“I’m not sure I’m an obedient sort of girl,” she said.

“You would be if you had some discipline in your life.”

“Hey, I have discipline in my life,” she said. “I get up and go to work each day. I pay my bills, mostly, when I can. I eat healthy, mostly, when I can. I have discipline.”

“I didn’t mean that sort of discipline,” he told her. “Although it’s debatable if you do those things. I meant discipline handed down to you from consequences.”

“Oh, right. Consequences. I don’t really like that word or discipline or punishment or spanking.”

Her body did kind of tingle when she said the word ‘spanking,’ though, so she thought that might be a lie.

And from the way his gaze narrowed in on her, she thought that he might know it was a lie as well.

She wanted to go to the club and scratch out the eyeballs of every woman that had ever looked at him or touched him. And yes, she knew that was a bit of an overreaction.

But she couldn’t help the way she felt.

He wasn’t hers, but she still wanted him to be. It was becoming a bit of an obsession.

She had to take a step back. She really did.

“What do you enjoy about the club? About being a Dom?”

“That’s not something you’re ready to hear the answer to.”

Huh?

“Yes, I am. I want to know.” Maybe it was something she’d be interested in. He didn’t know what she might like.

“Pain. I like to dish out pain. I’m often asked by a club monitor or another Dom to punish the subs who were naughty.”

“You like to inflict pain?”

“Yes, I do.”

“I don’t think I’d like pain.”

“That’s all right. Because I’m not going to inflict pain on you. Unless we’re talking about the spankings that you’re owed. But that’s different.”

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“I’m not owed any spankings!” she cried.

“No? We’ve discussed before what would happen if you broke the rules again and if you put yourself in danger. It seems we need a few more rules to keep you safe.”

“Uh-uh, if you’re not my Daddy, then you can’t punish me,” she said.