45
SAVANNAH
"I think Aurora is a submissive."
"And you're not?" I scoffed at Jen as I stared at the grounds of the O'Donnelly estate.
She scoffed back before she began doing this humming thing as Saverina started to fuss. Thirty seconds later, she complained, "I'm not talking about me taking it up the ass because Luc gets hot and heavy—"
"It’s illegal to talk about that stuff when you’re holding a baby—"
"—I mean like a proper submissive. I saw her coming out of that strip club, you know, the Queens of Heart?" she asked, totally ignoring my earlier comment.
"I know it."
"Well, Luc said it's a sex club too."
My brows rose. "It is?"
Aidan hadn't told me that.
Dammit, now I really had to know what it looked like on the inside. Especially if Luc had taken Jen to the club. No way was she going to hold that over me.
She just hummed again, more at me this time, and not my namesake.
"And you saw Aurora leaving there?" I prompted.
"Yeah. With that guy who showed up on our wedding day. He arrived late to the reception."
"He was hot."
"He is," she agreed. "His name's Hunter. But how they were kissing…" She clucked her tongue. "I’m telling you that was no ordinary kiss."
"What did he do? Stuff a ball gag between her lips?" I teased.
"Might as well have. Trust me, Aurora wasnotin the building."
"You mean… sub space?"
"Well, I think so. I’ve only read about it."
"He’s a shitty Dom if that’s the case. Isn’t that the whole point of aftercare? To bring them back down to earth before they part?"
"How much BDSM romance have you read?"
"More than you," I joked.
She pshawed, "Doubt it. Maybe she’s a Dominatrix."
"Well, that was a fast graduation."
"I could see her using a whip in court. Getting everyone in line, you know? Head to toe in latex."
I grinned. "Make up your mind. Is she the one being tied to a St. Andrew’s cross or is he?"
She sniffed. "I’m telling you that wasn’t an ordinary dynamic."
"Babe, I trust you with my life, but you don’t know shit about D/s relationships."