Top Rankings: #1 in Rope #1 in Kinky ________________________________________________________________________ Silence holds the room in a deep embrace while I process his words. "What do you mean you agree with the boy?" "Something is off with you. You are disconnected, full of venomous attitude and out of touch with self." With a deep breath, I try to regain control in a situation which suddenly fells as if it is going against me. "It's just a hard moment in life right now, Sir." A sarcastic note hits the last word, as it flicks off my tongue. For I wait a breath, trying to internally compose myself. "It is not my intent to show disrespect to either of you, in any of my roles within this household." "And yet..." The words hung in the air. An overwhelming emotional waves , my shoulders sagged, and I nodded. "Our boy came to me with concerns for your health and well-being. You've unnecessarily worried him, caused concerns for me while I was on travel and worse yet- placed yourself in stressful situations, hard mental states and a place of personal exhaustion." His words cause me to notice a mental weight I did not realize I carried. "You are to take the rest of the day and tomorrow to clear up your desk. Alert your office you need to take two days off. This is a three day weekend, it will give us enough time to adjust this attitude and hit the reset button." "That is not necessary, Sir. While I know I'm out of sorts, I don't think we need to initiate a reset protocol and rite. Besides, the rest button takes more than just a command to make it happen." "Then we should follow the household rules and take a vote. Two-thirds majority will either start the reset protocol or we will sit down to find a different direction. As per our whole agreement when we all entered this unique relationship - we are all equal for this vote. Do you agree to to the vote, Tess?"

Book Three in the "His Girl" series. It started out as a game, something Lana found amusement in. She would simply tease a man with her curves and mocha colored skin, batting her eyelashes and letting him get so close that he thought he had her. And then she would turn away and laugh. Lana isn't like all of your basic girls, raised in a difficult childhood she definitely learned how to become independent quickly. She didn't need a man, or so she thought. Spending most of her nights in the BDSM club closest to her house, she almost enviously watched the other males dominate their littles. When would she have that? Well, for starters she could stop teasing and playing games with the men who were interested in her. But she didn't want some man to would roll over when she told him to. She wanted a man who would growl and grab her neck and ask her exactly who she was talking to. Be careful what you wish for. . . . His finger curls, his silent demand for me to come closer. My legs move and obey quickly, instantaneously following his commands like I'm some sort of dog. Fucking traitorous legs. He smirks slightly, opening his legs in that hot, laid back type way. Oh god my ovaries might burst if he gets any sexier. I stop when I'm in between his legs, my ears straining to hear his deep and husky voice over the loud music from outside the private room. "What's a kitten like you rubbing along other mens' legs?" My face turns red. Well, as red as it can get when I'm fucking black. I cross my arms over my chest sassily. "Oh yeah? And what are you? My dad? I'm a grown ass woman, I can be with whoever I want." He chuckles, leaning forward. He stands from his seat, towering over me a good foot or so. God damnit, I'm supposed to be tall and curvy. At least I got the curvy part down. Now I just need to grow taller than a fucking infant. "Oh, kitten, I might not be your dad, but you'll definitely be calling me Daddy."