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I let my brain drown in the sheer chaos of finding out that my aunt was getting a divorce from the love of my life. And he was suddenly gay?
“Because from where I’m standing, you might be happier in DC where you could possibly pursue someone who’s apparently gay.”
Blue heart was out, pink hearts were in.
Kingsley leaned closer and smiled faintly. “Hey, pet. Lookin’ sharp.” Heat bled onto my cheeks. “Thank you, Handler.”
Kingsley said he got off on the contrasts of a man who looked like he owned the world but submitted like a cock-hungry whore. I was that cock-hungry whore.
And Tate was…pure filth. A sadistic little Dominant who called me Daddy before rubbing my face in my own come.
I’d attend a punk rock show on Wednesday with my new kinky friends. How my life had changed.
He smirked faintly and handed me the wine list. “I’ll be here for as long as it takes.”
Heavens.
“This is what I’m talking about. And to hell with modesty if it’s just the two of us.” Uh. No. We should certainly not ignore modesty.
“Do you know how difficult it is to be younger and dominant?” Oh no.
“You’re a dream come true, Unc,” he rasped. “A fifteen-year-old dream. I’m almost there.”
“I guess it’s always the quiet ones.”
“Hey—look at me, honey.” Honey.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed about using you, Uncle Franklin. To wake up next to you and just go with whatever fuckhole I want.”
What a dangerously appealing idea.
bottom is made to feel like nobody wants them. And I suppose I still struggle a little with loneliness, so maybe we steer clear of that.”
“I want you too much to be able to fool you into thinking otherwise anyway.”
may well be the sweetest thing anyone had ever told me.
“Use me.” I cupped the back of his neck and kissed his jaw. “Take whatever you want from me.” He drew a deep breath and slid a hand to my throat. “What if I take too much?” So be it.
“Fair enough. I’ll let you in on a little secret, Uncle Franklin.” He kissed me softly. “I’m gonna own every part of you one day. I’m gonna take everything.”
“I’m not out to trap you,” he said. “I’m gonna take over and show you that we can have everything.”
“You will be mine.” His low tone sounded both like a threat and a promise. “You will belong to me. Whether I rent out your asshole to kinky friends or we have a quiet night in, you’ll never doubt who your Owner is.”
as different as they were similar, a tight-knit community that looked out for one another.
“I have a complaint,” I announced. He laughed. “Take it up with HR.”
“Kinda hard to muster any energy to take care of yourself when you’re not happy.”
I peered back at Jack and joked, “I feel so important.” He grinned and patted me on the back. “We’ll fix that in no time.”

