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He blinked rapidly and then nodded. “You’re right. But I don’t think that’s actually gonna happen for me.”
“Why?” Betsy demanded.
Not sure what Minty might say, and not wanting to worry my sister with the specter of AIDS, I interrupted with, “Let’s go ahead and put the leftovers in the fridge in your room, and you can share it all with Rodney when he gets back from his day out with his folks.”
That made her brighten and by the time we left her alone in her room, she was cheerful again. Though she didn’t forget to say, “See you soon, Minty!” before she shut the door behind us.
“She was fun,” Minty said, as he buckled his seat belt in the passenger seat. “I was enjoying hanging out with her. But I’m also excited to get on with our night. What all do I need to do? Clean myself inside, obviously, but what else? Do a little X to get into themood?”
“Rule number one of going to a dungeon—never show up high or drunk. Sober play is the only safe play.”
Minty saluted. “Aye, aye, Sir.”
“But as for what I want from you tonight, how I want you to be—I just want you to be authentic. No fake reactions. I want you to feel sure of everything you do there. Anything makes you uncomfortable? We can leave. No questions asked.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The first gurgle of excitement regarding our plans for the night stirred in my gut. Because this next part was something I’d planned especially for him. “When we get to the house, I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise?” His voice lifted eagerly.
“Yeah. A gift.”
A grin broke over his sweet face. “What kind of gift?”
“A filthy one.”
He sat up straight, eyes going wide. “Whatkindof filthy gift?”
“Just wait. It’s asurprise, remember?”
Minty sat back, looking straight ahead as we pulled out of the lot. His face was blank, but I could tell his mind was humming with thoughts of the surprise I’d promised him.
Chapter Twenty-Two
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Minty
“Is this whereit is?” I asked, shifting around on the brand new, pink butt plug Luke had inserted before we’d left the house again.
It’d been his filthy surprise for me, and while it was a very pretty shade of pink—similar to my toenail polish—my favorite part of it had been the post-douche insertion. He’d teased me for ages before finally putting it in.
“This is it,” Luke said, navigating into some dodgy street parking in a warehouse district near the Old City.
As I peered anxiously into the dicey, dark street, he came around the car and opened my door like a gentleman. Helping me out, he put my arm around me, indicating the gloomy building in front of us. “He we are. Knoxville’s only operating dungeon.”
“It looks scary.”
“We don’t have to go in.”
“No, I still want to…” Though my excitement was waning at the sight of the dingy, unattractive building. We took a few more steps before I pulled him to another stop. “I don’t want anyone else to touch me.”
Until that moment, I hadn’t been sure. But as my heartrate skyrocketed, and my palms went wet with sweat, I knew that tonight I wanted to be Luke’s and Luke’s alone.
Maybe I’d always wanted that? It seemed more and more likely.
Luke squeezed my hand. “Of course. You’re mine to hurt, remember?”
