Page 55 of Masters of Pleasure
Holy crap, that Scottish accent was killer.Domi blinked and gave herself a little shake, and she could see Julia doing the same.The man was twice Mitch’s age but lethal with that accent and those looks and seemed to have a lot of the same charm as Mitch.Actually… she blinked again.The beard had thrown her for a moment, but the man looked alotlike Mitch.
“I’m Ana.Who are you?”
“Murse Mitch’s father,” the man said, confirming Domi’s suspicion.He held out his hand to Ana.“Gavin Craig, missy.Pleased to meet you.”The fact his last name was different from Mitch’s threw Domi for another loop, but that was hardly the thing to focus on right now.
“Nice to meet you, Mr.Craig.”Ana beamed as he shook her hand like a real adult, then turned her head toward Domi and reached out her hand.“This is my mommy.She and Murse Mitch are friends.”
“Are they now?”Mr.Craig gave her a curious look as he released Ana’s hand and held it out to Domi.“And what’s your name, lass?”
“Domi, Sir,” she said automatically, reacting to the authority in his blue eyes.Shit.She wondered if he was a Dom.Was that genetic or something?Mitch’s father had the same commanding aura Mitch did when he was in Dom mode.
He also had no visible reaction to Domi’s name.A sick feeling started to churn in her stomach as Mitch sat there silently while she met his father, who clearly had no idea who she was to his son.
ChapterTwenty
Mitch
He was going to be sick.
Everything was happening too fast, right after his dad had hit him with a serious blow.He needed time to process everything but didn’t know how to get it.Not with Ana, adorably dressed as Elsa, right there with Domi, and her co-parents, who seemed only vaguely interested in him.Which was surprising, unless Domi hadn’t toldthemshe was seeing him.Or maybe she’d only told them a vague ‘someone.’
Whatever.It didn’t matter.What mattered was that his parents were kinky.Kinky.Hell, his dad owned a BDSM club.Was meeting with Stronghold and Marquis’ owners to talk abouttheirclubs and expanding his own club.
All this time, Mitch had thought…
Fuck.
BDSM, kink, it wasn’t the saving grace he’d thought.
He didn’t doubt for one second his dad was a good Dom, which meant the failure in his parents’ relationship still happened despite BDSM.
I can’t breathe.
“Excuse me,” he said suddenly, standing up with the same abruptness.“I need to use the bathroom.”
Splash some cold water on his face.Figure out what the fuck was going on.What he was going to do next.How this changed things.
He stumbled away from the table.
The revelation did change things, didn’t it?Hell, it changed everything.Not that he thought BDSM would be some kind of magic bullet, a guarantee things would work out with him and Domi, that he wouldn’t end up in a relationship like his parents… but he’d thought it gave them more of a chance.He’d seen the happy couples around Stronghold and thought it meant something.
But everything was still a crapshoot.
“Mitch… Mitch!”Domi caught up to him before he could reach the safety of the men’s room.Grabbed his arm.He turned around reluctantly, emotions simmering and bubbling under the surface, barely contained.“What’s going on?”
“I need a minute, Domi.”His voice came out distant, harsh, and she flinched, but he couldn’t do anything about that.It was all he could do to keep his emotions under control, which meant locking them down entirely.
“Fine then, just one question.”Her dark eyes flashed with hurt.“I introduced you to my parents, but your dad clearly doesn’t know who I am.You didn’t tell him about me, did you?”
Fuck.No, he hadn’t, but he wasn’t going to stand here in the hallway and explain things to her when she was supposed to be eating dinner with her family.
“No.I didn’t.Did you tell Ana’s dad and stepmother you’re seeing someone?”It came out more accusatory than he meant.Domi took a step back.From the way she pressed her lips together, guilt tingeing her expression, he knew he was right.She hadn’t mentioned him toherfamily either.Sure, he’d met her parents, but they were far away, weren’t they?It wasn’t a big deal to her.She hadn’t even asked himwhyhe hadn’t told his dad, just jumped on him about not doing so.“You’re here having family dinner, all dressed up, and I wasn’t invited, was I?Because I’m not part of the family.”
He knew he was venting his frustration about his own parents on her, but he couldn’t seem to stop.Hell, he wasn’t even sure he should.She’d followedhimwhen he’d clearly needed space and had been ready to throw accusations at him.
“If I’d known you were going to be here, I would have told you,” she said, clearly trying to keep a hold of her temper.For some reason, that made him even angrier.
“Why?So, I would take my dad for dinner somewhere else?”
