Yeah, because like I said, if I’m going to fuck you like you want me to, I need to know you’re up for it. That this isn’t some downward spiral of self-destruction and you don’t care what happens to your body. I happen to like using your body as a fuck-toy, and I need it in good working order. Christ.” He let his head fall back with a frustrated sigh. And I found myself smiling. “A fuck-toy? In good working order.”
