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They all cracked up at that, while the girl who’d uttered the p-word covered her mouth like she’d said something unforgivable.
“You’re doing all right?” I asked again, trying to remember what my responsibilities were to him as a Dom. “You’re in a good place? Mentally?”
“I’m in a very bad place, Sir,” he whispered. “In my head, I’m on my knees with your cock in my mouth, and—”
“Mister, we’d like to buy this.” The girl’s voice was sharp andimpatient as she plopped the dino-dong on the counter. She flipped her long red hair over her leather-coated shoulder and stared at me like I was going to deny her the right to her novelty gift.
“Mitchell, I have to go.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’ll see you at my house tomorrow night at 6 p.m. Eat dinner first. I won’t be feeding you until we’re done.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The redhead popped a faint brow, a sneer on her lips. “Mister, are you on a personal call at work? Because we’d like to buy thisnow, please.”
I rolled my eyes, turned my back to her, and whispered, “Be clean, inside and out.”
“Yes, fucking Sir, aye-aye, Cap’n. Clean as a whistle.”
My heart softened, thinking of him in his dorm room, sitting on his bed, the phone pressed to his ear, saluting me from afar. “Don’t forget, I’m the only who gets to hurt you.”
“I remember.”
“Mister!”
Minty giggled. “Sounds like someone is in dire need of a vibrator.”
“A dino-dong actually, but yes. Later, Mitchell.”
“Later, Sir.”
After taking the cash off the redhead and her friends and sending them away with the novelty dildo wrapped up in a discreet bag, I sat back on the stool and considered putting another call through to Minty. But I shouldn’t seem overeager. I was the Dom after all.
Hewas the one who should come begging.
Chapter Eight
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Minty
“Clothes off,” Lukesaid to me as soon as I entered his house again.
No sweet greetings then. No “how was your day, honey?” or a kiss on the lips or a hug. Nothing that could be construed as a relationship.
That was the way I’d wanted it, though, right? If he asked me how I’d been, or tried to be tender with me, then I’d forget the real reason I was here and, in the end, I wouldn’t be satisfied. I’d go back to Kyle. Though, I was beginning, more and more, to wonder if my need for Kyle’s pain and my need for Luke’s pain were entirely different things, and if they might be able to exist side by side.
Not that theyshould.
But I hadn’t been able to stop thinking of Kyle after I got off the phone with Luke the night before. It hadn’t made sense. By all rights, I should have been thinking only of what Luke might do to me once he had me naked and restrained in his basement, but instead my mind had run to Kyle—wondering whathewas doing, whether he’d noticed I hadn’t come back around, and whether or not he cared.
I wanted him to care.
Which was sick. Messed up.
I wanted Kyle to give a shit about me, and not just because I was the hottest hole he’d ever gotten his rocks off inside. I wanted him to care that I wasn’t coming over to offer myself up to him any longer. Because if he cared about me? If he not only blew his load like a volcano in my ass, despite hating himself, but if he also started wondering if I was okay, wanting to protect me? Then what kind of all-powerful god was I?Anysmall god can make a guy come, but it takes an omnipotent one to turn a straight guy gay and harness his sexual desire into affection as well.
