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I still wasn’t sure if this was going to be enough for me. I loved the power I had over men like Kyle far too much, but I’d loved the power Sir had over me too.
I wanted to know.
I needed to find out.
How far could he take me? I wanted to go as far as we could get.
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Luke
When our nightwas over, and I’d washed Minty in the basement bathroom, pampered his bruised ass, cuddled him, fed him, and hydrated him, I’d then put him into the soft bed still naked. He’d let me do it all without protest. Lost in a daze from the scene, he seemed to be having a hard time coming back to himself. I was exhausted. I’d forgotten that the hard work went on after the orgasms and sadistic pleasure were long over.
Afterward, I put my jeans back on, pulled on a t-shirt, and left him sleeping in the bed while I took the lounge chair next to it. I wasn’t ready to sleep next to him yet. That was something I’d done often with Benji, and it still brought me pain to think of how I’d ended things with him. We hadn’t been in love, but we were good together.
Benji had been Jerome’s last gift to me, in a way. He’d called me up a few months before he got sick, telling me that he’d found the perfect boy for me—freshly graduated with a business degree and a brand new, stressful job in finance, not to mention pretty and occasionally bratty.
We met for coffee and a compatibility chat, and for two years, the rest had been history. We’d never been monogamous, or even boyfriends, but we’d had fun together in ways we generally didn’t with other people. We sometimes partied together with other guys too, and he was with me that fateful night with the guy from Atlanta. They hadn’t fucked, though. Thank God.
As for the breakup… I hadn’t been graceful about it. I hadn’t even been mature. I’d been a good Sir to Benji up until the end, and then I’d botched the whole thing, probably ruining the entirety of our relationship in his memory. It was a shame.
At least when Benji and I started, I’d known that I could be the Dom he needed. I wasn’t at all sure I could be the Dom thatMitchellneeded. I could see there was potential for us to grow into something special. There was something about him, a delicious, angryhurtthat I longed to unearth.
Mitchell was a resilient boy. I knew that based on what he’d taken from the self-loathing fucks at his college. But it was more than that.
It was the fearlessness in him—the way he wore women’s clothes and makeup, drove a truck, and flipped the bird to convention. I knew there was even more to discover about him, more layers of his persona to peel back and examine. I was curious to meet the real Mitchell.
The Mitchell who existed when all his armor was gone.
I considered his resistance to my use of that name. One day I hoped he’d trust me enough to tell me his truth. But for now, I dozed through the night in the lounge chair beside the bed, watching over him, getting up to adjust the covers when they slipped from his shoulders and smoothing his hair back from his face. He slept deeply, which made sense after the intensity of our scene together.
He’d sung like a songbird, calling out beautiful noises of pain and pleasure, and when I got my next chance to torture him, I’d make it last even longer.
Eventually, I fell asleep in the chair, dreaming of nothing at all.
Chapter Seven
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Minty
“So what wasit like?” Windy asked, resting on the opposite bed in my dorm room. He still lived at home with his folks, though he spent many nights here on campus with me. My assigned roommate had jumped ship after he’d gotten a good look at the homo he’d be living with, AKA my pink princess ass. I’d have gotten my feelings hurt over it, but his absence meant I got a room to myself and an extra bed for my friends to sleep on whenever they stayed over, so it was a win for me.
“What was it like?” I repeated slowly, lolling on my stomach, keeping my sweats-covered ass toward the ceiling hoping the bruises healed before my classes in the morning. “Or what washelike?” I grinned at him.
“Both.” Windy toyed with the pink chenille on the twin bed’s coverlet and smiled a little shyly.
“Why? Do you want to try it?” A possessive irritation rose in me. I didn’t want Windy—or anyone else for that matter—suffering under Luke’s hand. It was a silly reaction to have. He was a professional Dom after all, but I didn’t want to share him. “I didn’t think you enjoyed pain.”
“I don’t.” He flashed a pretty smile. “But maybe I like the thought of giving it.”
I sat up, wincing as my sore ass cheeks made contact with themattress. “Really? You want to hurt people?”
Windy shrugged, picking at the shag on the blanket again. “I don’t know. I wouldn’t mind hurting someone, I guess, but it’s more the idea of someone kneeling at my feet, doing what I say—no matter what I ask them to do—and obeying me without question. I like that idea a lot.”
“Huh, well, I guess I can see why you’d like that. Living in my shadow all the time must be hard. You’d probably like someone who worshipped you instead of me.”
He tossed the pillow my way, hitting me in the face with it. “Asshole.”
