“No. I’m nothing like my father.” His jaw ticked. “We can talk about him later. That doesn’t have anything to do with you.”
I hunched my shoulders. He was right. I was getting off track. “Fine. I’ll do better at listening. Please go on.”
He gave a quick nod. “Angel came here to Seattle to visit a friend. Before she left, we had a fight. I wanted to move to a less open relationship. She didn’t. She wanted to bring in a sadist dominant. We both enjoyed pain when we had s*x, but her desires moved beyond my own. She wanted something more extreme.”
“Did she hurt your back?” I couldn’t stop the anger from my tone. No matter the situation, I didn’t like to think of anyone in pain.
“She did, along with a few chosen friends, at my request, several years ago,” he continued, his lips slightly cur
