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“You did so good, Mitchell,” he said, and then he showed me the thing that’d been inside me. “Raw ginger. It’s called figging.”

I breathed in and out, feeling dizzy as he tossed it aside now.

“Let’s let you rest,” he said, helping me up, and then lifting and carrying me to the shower the way he always did. I clung to him as he turned the hot water on. He didn’t resist, pulling me tight against him as the spray rained down on us both. I wanted him to kiss me. I needed it.

“Please, Sir,” I murmured. “Kiss me.”

“I’m sorry, baby, but we’ll have to talk about that when you’re sober. Right now, you’re somewhere else. I don’t want to violate your rules when we’re not in our right minds.”

“Were we in our right minds earlier when I called you Daddy and you let me?” I asked, sounding dreamy and far away, barely audible over the rush of the water.

“We’d talked about the Daddy thing before. We’ve never discussed kissing.”

“Take me on a date, please,” I said, hope rising in my heart as I closed my eyes, and he started washing my hair tenderly. “Take me on a date and kiss me.”

“Sweet baby,” he murmured. “If that’s what you need, then I will.”

Chapter Fourteen

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Mid-October 1991

Luke

I’d promised thekid a date while still drowning in overwhelming sex pheromones, satisfied lust, and sadistic glee. I should never have brought it up to start with, but more than that, I shouldn’t have agreed.

Now I was standing in the lobby of a university dorm building waiting for Minty to come downstairs. I had a bouquet of roses I’d grabbed from the supermarket, and a vague plan for our date that didn’t involve dinner or a movie, but did involve getting to know each other better.

And this was a mistake.

A dumb, horny, emotional mistake.

Okay, more emotional than horny since I always blew my load like a volcano whenever I was with him, so I couldn’t really blame my dick. It was my betraying heart. The stupid thing wanted to be witnessed and cared for, wanted to love and be loved, and for some unknowable reason, it’d gone and set its sights on Minty.

Minty! Of all subs! Of all people!

The kid had a truckload of issues, and I wasn’t the guy to work through them with him. Not outside the dungeon. Maybe not even there.

But tell that to my mouth that had asked him on this date, andto my hands that had bought these flowers, and to my stupid heart that flipped when he walked out of the double doors, and to my eyes that widened when I saw him.

Pink barrettes in his hair, a silvery skirt that went down to his ankles, cowboy boots—of course—and a white, spaghetti strap shirt beneath a soft-looking, pink cardigan. He was gorgeous, and sexy, and sweet like a vanilla ice cream cone. I had to admit that because of the way he liked to dress, I was confused when he expressed adamancy that he wasn’t transsexual, but I figured he knew better than I did.

It didn’t matter to me anyway.

Right now, outside of the dungeon, he was so brazen, so defiantly himself. His outfit, his style, even the sway in his walk did it for me. I couldn’t stop from admitting that truth to myself as he finally stood in front of me with an amazed, sweet grin, hands out for the flowers.

“You got these for me, Sir?”

“Luke,” I told him, pressing the flowers into his hands. “We’re not playing right now.”

He grinned even wider, his blue eyes sparkling. I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen him truly happy before this moment. It looked good on him.

“These are for me, Luke?”

“Obviously.”

“Let’s, um…” He glanced over his shoulder. “Do we have time to take them up to my room? I don’t want them to get wilted.”

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