I don’t know what this means. Am I being dismissed now? It’ll be harder to get back to Aimée from outside the Ranch, and I don’t know when, if ever again, they’ll let me in as a Master, but I will fucking find a way to get to her. The idea that he’d separate us makes me sullen—not a far stretch for me. I’d refuse to look at him, pouty child that I am sometimes, except I’d rather stare at him, trying to unsettle him. He doesn’t unsettle easily, but he’s off tonight. I can see it in the tight set of his shoulders and mouth. In the way he keeps running a hand over his dark hair. If I weren’t in the slave role I’d make him talk to me, but even I can’t do that from this end of the spectrum. And naked and so recently abused by him, that’s where—and what—I am, despite my recent compelling surges of dominance. A good ten minutes goes by before he finally he says, “This isn’t working, Christopher.” I raise my eyebrows at him.
What do You think about Boy (The Training House #2)?
