Page 60 of The Spirit Key
“So I can’t even jack myself off?”
“What part ofminewere you not listening to? If I go away for a month on business, you still won’t be able to touch yourself beyond washing and using the bathroom.” He tugged my dick a few times. “If you need release, you come to me and I’ll take care of it.”
“And what happens when the six years is up?”
He snickered. “The way you go about things, I don’t think I have to worry about that number not continuing to go up.” Leaning in, he kissed my neck, and goose bumps rose on my skin. “To put it simply, from the moment I saw you on the porch, you were mine. Your pleasure is mine to give, my pleasure is yours to provide. Do you have a problem with that? If so, now is the time to speak up.”
Fuck. Hewasserious.
Tim had always been steering me clear of trouble when I was younger, and he’d never shied away from stepping between me and some kid who had heard the stories of my rebirth and thought it was bullshit.
I’d been taking care of myself for the last five years. I forged a life, pulled myself up by my bootstraps, and got a job and an apartment. There was only one thing I hadn’t had.
Tim.
And now, here we were, him telling me that he basically owned me and wanting to know if I had a problem with it. I couldn’t believe he was serious.
“No. No problem at all.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Are you forgetting something?”
It took me a couple heartbeats, and then I scowled at him. “I amnotcalling you ‘sir.’”
He crossed his arms and gave me a mock pout. “Aw, come on. I wanna hear you say it.”
I sighed and gave my best imitation of a put-upon teen, rolling my eyes, jutting out my lip, and pouting spectacularly. “Fine. No,sir, I don’t have a problem with it.”
He sighed. “I have to admit, I love the way that sounds. Maybe we could—”
“No.”
“But what if I—”
“No.”
“God, you used to be so much fun.”
I opened my eyes wide. “Excuse me? I just blew you at the door. How is that not fun?”
Tim tilted his head up, staring at something on the ceiling. “Okay, fine.”
I leaned in and kissed him. “And I’ll blow you whenever you want for as long as you want.”
He wrapped his arms around me, leaned in, and kissed me gently. “Okay, I’m sold.”
The orgasm had to be messing with my head, because I stepped back, gazed into his eyes, and said the last thing I ever thought I would. “Thank you…. Sir.”
I guess I didn’t mind it so much. It did seem to make Tim’s day, so that made me happy. I cleaned up my mess, with him standing over me grinning like a loon, and then he took my hand and led me out to the car, opened the door, and helped me into it. He stood and waited as I buckled, then closed the door behind me. He went around to the driver’s side and repeated the process.
“Okay, where are we going?”
“Nowhere until you buckle your seat belt.”
“Bossy.” He clicked the buckle in place, and I gave him the address.
It didn’t take us long to get to the shop. From the outside it wasn’t much more than a cubbyhole in a really not-so-nice part of town. Judging by the disrepair of the building, I would have sworn it was condemned.
“Why are we doing this again?”
