“I swear, Jean-Michel, I can’t decide whether to be proud of what she’s done or want desperately to take my belt to her backside so she never does it again.”
Jean-Michel chuckled at his friend’s discomfiture. “The two are not mutually exclusive. You’d best get used to it. Mates such as ours are rare. They do not conform, they do not submit, and they do not obey. And we love them all the more for it. I will tell you the secret when one is mated to a woman such as your Riley. You need not make a choice between the two. You can be proud of everything she does and still welt her pretty behind for doing it.”
Cameron chortled in spite of himself. “You make it sound so easy.”
“And you try to make it difficult. You love your Riley. Just do that. Love her with everything you are but part of that loving her is knowing that she is who she is. And yours is worse than mine, she is alpha.”
Cameron nodded. “You’re right, but…”
“There is no but, mon ami, there is only loving them, keeping them safe as best you can, and disciplining them when they need it. As Dylan said, having a woman such as your Riley or my Darby choose to submit to you most of the time in most ways is a tremendous gift that should be treasured. But the ones who are the strongest, who seem to have the least need for discipline and structure, are the ones who function best when it is there for them.”
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