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snort and shook her head, the shiny hair rippling. “I’ve dated guys who were Doms or wished they were at any rate. I even lived—briefly—with a man I thought might be able to give me what I craved. I can take a whipping, I love being bound and I adore sex,” she paused, again flashing that wide, infectious grin that made both men smile back despite themselves.
    She sobered as she said softly, “I’ve never found what I’m looking for. I’ve always been able to control the man I was with. I suppose it would look on the surface as if I were submitting to him, but in the end, I never did a thing that wasn’t really just for me. I could always get the man to back down, to give in, to stop whatever he was doing the moment he pressed my sensual envelope just a little too far.” She leaned forward again, her hands on her knees. “I long to truly relinquish control to someone else. An honest exchange of power, not just a game for some short-term sexual thrill. I want something real .”
    Liam found himself drawn to the young woman. She seemed to grasp at an intuitive level the potential of a truly romantic submissive experience. Until he’d met Daniel, Liam had nearly despaired of finding a submissive partner who wasn’t really just a masochist looking to subtly control his Dom, topping from the bottom to get his way. From what Alex was saying, she herself was guilty of the same behavior, manipulating her lovers into giving her what she wanted. It took a certain level of honesty and introspection to admit or even be aware of this behavior.
    Yet she claimed to crave a deeper experience. Would Daniel and he be able to provide it for her, given that they were committed to one another? Could a woman really fit into their lives? Would she satisfy Daniel’s dominant needs without coming between them as lovers?
    He looked at Daniel as Alex shared a funny story about a bully at a play club who tried to force her to kneel in front of him just by virtue of the fact he was supposedly Dom and she was supposedly submissive. Daniel was smiling as he listened to her. His posture was relaxed. Sensing Liam’s eyes on him, he glanced his way, nodding slightly as if to say, “I approve.”
    “Please stay for lunch,” Liam said, glancing at his watch. They’d been talking for over an hour and so far it was going well. “Daniel’s made chicken pot pie and a salad from our gardens. He’s a great cook.” He couldn’t keep the pride out of his voice. Though they’d been together over a year already, Liam still sometimes had to pinch himself to make sure it was real. Daniel was everything he’d ever wanted in a partner. Surely they could easily handle a third person in their lives—nothing permanent, just a way for Daniel to explore his dominant impulses in a safe, loving environment. Neither Daniel nor he much cared for the club scene.
    “I’d love to,” Alex grinned. “I’m starving.”
    They talked of trivial things over lunch, saving weightier matters for later. As Daniel served them, Liam asked, “How old are you, Alex?”
    “Twenty-four.”
    “What do you do for a living?”
    “I’m a writer.”
    “Published?”
    “Yep,” Alex grinned, the pride evident in her face. “I write erotic romance mostly and some straight romance as well. I’ve got four novels published and several more in the works. It’s my passion as well as my vocation.”
    “You’re lucky. So you support yourself with your writing?”
    “Well, not entirely,” she admitted. “I earn enough to get by, but I have this trust fund from when my dad died.” She looked embarrassed but continued. “I get an allowance from it once a month. It’s not a ton, but it enables me to cover the rent and food when royalties aren’t enough. My needs are modest. I live in the garage apartment of a friend of my mother’s. The rent’s practically nonexistent. My old clunker of a car is paid for.”
    “Tell us about some of your experiences in the scene.