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“Ha. I could take them off and put them back on. Plus…can I just point out that my panties are nearly always wet when I’m near you, thinking about you, even when I’m asleep.”

I chuckle. “Asleep?”

“Probably dreaming about you. Sometimes I wake up with wet panties and don’t even remember the dream. I just know it was about you because thoughts of you linger in my head all the time.”

I can’t keep the smile off my face. I know she’s not talking about this week. She’s talking about the past four years. Cocky doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel.

She sets her forehead against mine.

I smooth my hands back up to her shoulders. “Simone, stop arguing with me. I’m your Daddy. For life. You’re mine. We’ll figure all this shit out together. It’s a blip on the radar.”

“I’m a mess.”

“It’s only been a week since a man attacked and beat you, Simone. I’d be very concerned if you weren’t a mess.”

“Okay, but how long are you going to deny me sex and punishments?”

“How about if you let me make an appointment with Quinten and we’ll see what he has to say?”

She sighs. “Okay, fine.”

“Or… Yes, Sir.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” I’ll call him now.

Chapter 10

Simone

* * *

I wring my fingers together as Camden answers the front door. I’m nervous about meeting with Master Quinten. He’s called Master in the BDSM community. Obviously, that’s not what Camden calls him as a peer and friend, but I know him from Surrender. He’s a strong Dom with two partners—Master Grayson and Josie.

I’ve never met with him professionally, so I’m nervous as Camden steps back to let him in.

“Thank you so much for coming to the house, and on such short notice,” Camden says as they shake hands.

“No problem. I totally understand why the office isn’t a good option right now, and I had this morning free, so it worked out perfectly.” Master Quinten turns to me and smiles. “Good morning, Simone.”

“Good morning, Sir.” I grab Camden’s arm. I’m usually outgoing and have no trouble meeting new people, but this is different. I’m not myself.

“Come into the den. It’s more comfortable there.” Camden keeps a protective arm around me as he leads us to the den.

Master Quinten looks around. “Where would you like to sit, Simone?”

On Camden’s lap, I think to myself.

Camden guides me to the spot on the loveseat where I often sit when we’re in this room. He helps me get situated and then squats in front of me. “I’m going to leave the room so you can talk to Quinten about anything you want.”

I frown. “We’re not going to talk about you. I don’t have any secrets from you.”

He smiles. “You probably will talk about me, Little one. You should. I play an important role in your feelings and emotions. That’s not a bad thing. It’s just how it is. Be brave.”

“Okay.” I take a deep breath as Camden leaves the room. He shuts the door.

Master Quinten has taken a seat in an armchair across from me. “Camden told me what happened last week. It sounds very scary.”