His leathers came with a small pitch fork emblem. Mine did not. He chose a set that showed off his nearly perfect physique and exposed his ass cheeks. I knew about the scars on his hip and upper leg from a motorcycle accident when he was a teenager. He usually hid the marred skin but with his choice of outfits the scars were a statement and made him sexier.
“Do you think they’ll fire me the first night for frightening the customers?”
“We’re both walking if they do but I’ve always told you your scars are exciting and they made me want to soothe you that first night I chose you as my sub.”
“Still one of my best memories. Tell me why we became friends and you no longer top me?”
“Because you are much better as my assistant than you ever were as my slave. You cry too easy.”
“Keep it up and I’ll find some big bad Dom tonight and leave you alone with Master D.”
“So it’s Master D.
now?”
“Well, you never use the same endearment twice and that man can master me anytime he wants.
