Annalise
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“Tell me,” I said, my stomach twisting with curiosity.
Tony sighed from the other end of the call. “You’re going to find out either way,” he said, “Mr. Raphael is into you know b**m shit.”
My body coiled.
“Wait, he’s a sub?” I asked.
Tony didn’t respond for a while, and then my chest tightened.
Shit, did I just expose that I might have checked and seen his drawers?
Tony responded, “No, he is a dom.”
The silence dragged for a while and he said. “I’m not a sub.” He added. “I’m a verse, I could be a dom and a sub.” Another quite a long pause. “Just so you know.”
My brows raised. “How is that possible?” Now I was curious. “I mean, you like being dominated and you also like dominating.”
Tony let out a low laugh. “Maybe,” he said, “maybe, I’m not a real verse. I meant
