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I considered his words and realized he was right. “Yeah, I guess so. That wasn’t what I thought I was saying, but once you put it that way, then yeah.”

He motioned me into the car, closed my door, and walked around to slide into the sleek car. The little emblem on the back had been some kind of wings, and I had no idea what kind of car has wings for the logo. Also, it was a deep metallic purple, so depending on how the light hit it, parts were eggplant and other angles showed as purple, but a tasteful purple, not gaudy.

“I love this car. What is it?” I saw the wings on the steering wheel while I was talking, with the name of the maker inside the wings, and answered myself before he had a chance. “Aston Martin?”

“Yes, the DB12. Not much of a backseat but Davy isn’t terribly big, so he fits.”

“I do, Master and Sir. I’m so glad you’re here, Sir.”

I turned in my seat, resisting the urge to look up the Aston Martin DB12 and see how much it cost, how much horsepower it had, and everything about it. “Hi, Davy. I’m looking forward to getting to know you better. Wow, you look handsome tonight.”

He was wearing a tiny bit of deep purple eyeliner, just enough to make his eyes pop and give him a bit of an emo look. He was in a black suit with a deep purple tee, and his hair was a little tousled. He’d been sexy in a gay twink kind of way before, but tonight I could actually see myself bossing him around and having fun with him. Would he know what to do with a pussy? If not, the idea of teaching him how to go down on me suddenly appealed.

“I think you might look more like a rockstar than our actual rockstar does tonight. Love the eyeliner.”

“Thank you, Sir. Master won’t put the car in gear until everyone is in their seatbelts, and safety issues are something I’m required to speak up about.”

I turned, put my seatbelt on, and said, “Good boy, following orders.” I looked at Will. “You’ve trained him well.”

He put the car in gear and pulled forward, and the car practically purred despite the fact we were only going a few miles an hour. “He was well trained when he came to me, so it’s only been a matter of showing him my preferences and getting him used to my rules. For tonight, I’ll be Master and you’ll be Sir. If we decide to move forward, you and I can discuss other honorifics.”

“Ya’ll are going to want that explanation,” I said. “Why Sir and not Ma’am, so I may as well get that out of the way. At work, which I can say is Drake Security, but it isn’t widely known so don’t tell anyone, please, but the default for anyone in the line of command isSir, no matter the gender. If someone specifically asks to be calledMa’am, we’re to use that instead, but no one I’ve ever worked for has requested it. The company rulebook explains that the wordMa’amconnotates the respect given to a homemaker type, though they use the term nurturer, whileSiris more about warrior power and demands a different kind of respect.” I glanced at Will and then back to the road in front of us. “I’m not the stereotypical Domme with anm-eon the end, dressed in a corset with tons of drama.”

“Ah, and I was so looking forward to the black shiny corset with the high heels,” Will said, and I could hear the smirk and sarcasm dripping.

I laughed. “I’m not opposed to dressing the part for a special occasion, but it isn’t me. I’m a lot more matter-of-fact in my Dominance.” The gate opened so we could exit theneighborhood, and Ranger pulled the Drake SUV behind us when we passed him on the side of the road.

“You’ve kind of been in charge of Matty without it being sexual for years, Sir,” Davy said from the backseat. “He says you kept him sane between Masters, helping him stay focused on his goals. It makes sense you’d easily fall into the role once you discovered it’s your thing with sexual partners.”

“You’re probably right, though I hadn’t thought of it that way. The guy who helped me through my… we’re calling it rehab, but that’s not really what it was, but the guy they sent me to is kind of the ultimate Dom, and I’m not speaking metaphorically. I learned a lot from him, and he says I think more like a guy, and really, I guess I’ve been told that most of my life, which is frustrating sometimes because I enjoy being a girl.”

“And I thoroughly enjoyed your girl parts the other night,” Will said. “I’ve learned not to get hung up on gender terms, living with Silver. He doesn’t care what you call him, and I’m usinghimright now, but I might useheranother day when I tell the story. He says to call him whatever he feels like to you at any given moment. He honestly gives zero fucks which you use most of the time, and while she says it sometimes gives her pause when she’s in a miniskirt with girl makeup on and someone refers to her as a male, she says other people’s definition of her doesn’t mean shit. She knows who she is and is comfortable with her own self-identity.”

“Matty warned me not to ask questions about what’s under her skirt or inside her pants. He said to not even ask you, because you’re super-protective of her.”

“Yes, Matty knows this from experience. The truth is, I have no idea what parts she has or doesn’t have, and it’s none of my business. She’s my band mate, not my sexual partner. One of the few rules I gave the band was that none of us gets involved sexually with each other.”

“It’s like they’re closer to siblings than friends, Sir,” Davy said from the backseat. “Siblings who get along with each other, but still. Ghost fits in there, too, as Hailey’s guy. I hope to fit in as well as him, but since I won’t be traveling with them like he does, I don’t think it’ll be the same.”

“It would be different even if you went on tour with us,” Will told him. “They’ve accepted you and everyone likes you.” He glanced at me. “Lots of questions about you, most of which I haven’t answered. If you accept Silver without judgment, you should be fine with everyone.”

“Not a problem. I’m curious by nature, but I’m not in the habit of being rude.”

“Do you have a favorite wine?”

“I prefer beer, the darker the better. I spring for the really good stuff a couple times a year, but I frequently splurge for the moderately good stuff. Any dark Trappist beer is good, but give me a stout Belgian quad and I’m in beer heaven.”

“Well then, sounds like I need to stock some Rochefort 10.”

I sighed. “Yeah, that’s thereallygood stuff.”

“Master spends more on a bottle of wine than my car costs, Sir. I’ve had to learn the rules are different with him.”

“I’ve been most fortunate in life,” Will said as he steered the car smoothly through a curve I have to slow down for even in my fancy performance SUV, “and I believe in paying my people well, tipping over-the-top for superior service, and just all around enjoying my money. I also have some pet charities, and I invest appropriately so I’ll be fine if the money stops coming in, but what good is having a lot of money if you don’t enjoy it?”

Chapter 12

Will