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No.I stiffened, trying to jerk my chin out of his grip. But Luke held me fast, gripping me hard enough I could feel bruises forming.
My heart pounded. The room spun. I felt dizzy.
Shit.I’d wanted to be afraid, but not like this.
I insisted, “No, Sir. I’m Minty.”
“The name your mother gave you was Mitchell.”
Mitchell, the name myfatherhad given me, the name he’d called me the day of the rape. The name I loathed.
I swallowed again, clenching my jaw and muttering, “How do you know that?”
“You put it on the form I had you fill out for me. Along with all the kinks you thought you’d enjoy and questions about your health and past kink experiences. Did you forget?”
“It also asked me what name I prefer to be called, and I put down Minty.”
“Sir,” he reminded me.
“I put down Minty, Sir,” I gritted out.
I could go to the corner and grab my clothes, ending this bullshit now. Turning my toes under, I felt the cold concrete on the pads of my feet and nearly pushed up to standing. But I held out.
My heart was pounding, and it only ever thudded like this right before I knocked on Kyle’s dorm room door, or right before heshoved me into a campus bathroom and took me hard and rough against the sinks.
I was scared.
Luke was scaring me and, so far, he’d only used words.
I stayed put.
“Here are your options—I call you Mitchell and we go on with this scene today, or you can use your safe word—poodle, correct?”
I nodded.
“—and we end for today with no hard feelings. We’ll talk it out so I understand why this is a hard boundary for you, and in a few days’ time, after we’ve let this settle, we’ll renegotiate another meeting.”
End it? Now? We’d only just begun, and I was finally feeling the rush of fear. Still, I couldn’t bear being called Mitchell. It was a name soaked in bad memories.
“But why, Sir?” I asked with trembling lips. “Why does it matter what you call me?”
“Because Mitchell is what Iwantto call you,” he said with a satisfied smirk. He loved that I hated it. I could see that much. The power that I’d had over Kyle, he now had over me. It wasn’t the same alchemy at work, but it was still heady, and I was afraid and not ready for it to be over.
He went on, “That’s all that matters. I could call you Shit Stain and you’d agree. Understood?”
He gripped my jaw again, squeezing hard enough that some tears rose. It was going to have to be Mitchell or nothing, and there was no way I was going home now. Not when things had finally started getting good.
“Yes, Sir,” I said, deflating as soon as I agreed.
“Say it,” he ordered.
“What, Sir?”
“Your name.”
Fuck.He wasn’t going to let this go. He’d discovered a painful place inside me and, like the sadist he was, he was going to press on it good and hard. It took all my strength to gather the words. “I’m Mitchell, Sir.”
“That’s right. When you’re here on your knees for me, you’re Mitchell.”
