Her laughter carries over, and I frown when I see that the person she’s with is her DKS lackey. It’s not his presence that annoys me. I’m used to him lurking around and adept at ignoring him. It’s the easy smiles they share. The way they laugh together like they’ve got inside jokes. Want her or not, she doesn’t belong to them. She belongs to us. It’s that primal need that takes over as I approach her.
