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I wanted to lie with him as I had the night before, holding him until he drifted off to sleep, but I’d promised to get him to work by a certain time, and I’d make sure it happened.

I scooped jizz from his stomach and fed it to him, which might’ve been a mistake because his tongue licking my finger had my dick going hard all over again, but I fed it to him until there wasn’t enough left to scoop up, and I sat back on my heels and looked him over, strung up and spread open. It was a good look for Davy.

“The steel mirror gets the sanitizing wipes, then the polishing wipes, then put it back against the wall and use the dry polishing cloth until it’s spotless. All the implements get the sanitizing wipes except the butt plug, and it gets soap and hot water in the sink in the jail cell, then sanitizing wipes. The drawer it goes into has a UV light that comes on automatically for five minutes every time the drawer is closed. Everything on that level is either stainless or glass, so it doesn’t matter how often they get hit with the light. I’ve already thrown the disposable cane away, so don’t look for it. Any questions?”

“No, Sir.”

“You can shower in the jail cell when you finish. I’m going to take a shower and get dressed elsewhere, and I’ll return before it’s time to leave. You can put your clothes on in the garage, but not until I release you from this room. If you don’t clean everything properly and put it away in the correct spot, we’ll deal with consequences on your next visit, if we both decide we want another visit to happen.”

“I do, Sir, and I hope you feel the same.”

I smiled. “Absolutely, so try not to fuck up.”

I took my time in the shower, put product on my hair and hit it with the blow dryer long enough it was all going in the right basic direction and wasn’t sopping wet, dressed in jeans and a tee, and grabbed two apples on the way through the kitchen. I only wanted one, but I wanted Davy to take one, too. If he wasn’t interested in breakfast then he could eat it for a snack later, but unless he convinced me he doesn’t like apples, he was taking it.

He was turning the shower off when I entered the playroom, and I quietly waited for him to dry off before we walked to the garage, where I watched him dress and then opened the door to the parking area outside the garage. “My security is driving us this morning, and since I want private conversation, we’re in the limo.”

He looked like he wanted to argue, but he wisely chose not to, and he followed me outside. Security opened the limo door for us and then closed it, and I made sure the divider was up. I handed him an apple, and I took a bite of mine. “Eat it or not, but you’re taking it either way. If you don’t want it now then you’ll have a snack later, and you can think of me.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re welcome. I can’t give you rules when you’re away from me at this stage, so while I wish I could order you not to jack yourself off, I can’t do that yet. However, I will ask you when I next see you how many times you’ve jacked yourself off, and I absolutely expect honesty from you. I’m going to request that the answer not be one time. It should either be no times, or some huge number, so I know you kept having to go to the bathroom and jack off because last night was as big for you as it was for me.”

He gave me an unexpected shy smile and said, “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

“Why are you thanking me?”

“For telling me last night was big for you. It was for me, too. If you ordered me not to come, I wouldn’t.”

“And I look forward to a day when I can do so. Do you have plans this evening?”

“No, Sir. I should be finished working by five or six, I think.” He blew out a breath. “Maybe six-thirty. It’s hard for me to give an exact time. I should finish one job around four, and I hope to finish a short repair after the bigger job, but the repair could take from thirty minutes to two hours, depending on how it looks once I can get under the problem and see exactly what I’m working with.”

“Okay, how about this. If you can let me know about an hour before you think you’ll be finished, then I’ll pick up our dinner from one of my favorite southern-cooking restaurants and come pick you up. I’d like to see where you live, which means I’d like to eat our dinner at your place, and then, if you think it’s time, create a temporary contract.”

“I live in a tiny house, Sir. We can go there, sure, but it’s nothing special.”

“It’s your home, and getting to know my slave means seeing your space.”

“I didn’t buy the furniture, or the curtains. I bought the sheets and blanket, and my towels. There’s really nothing to see, Sir.”

“Am I invited? I’ll bring dinner — fried chicken.”

“Yes, Sir. You’re invited, and I hope to be able to call you Master after we sign the contract.”

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Will

When we dropped Davy off, I lowered the screen and moved closer to my guards so I could talk to them. I had them head towards a drive-thru for a dozen bacon, egg, and cheese biscuits, and handed them my credit card. When they got the bag, I told them, “Hand me two and the rest are ya’lls.”

I went years without using the wordya’ll, but I use it in private now. It’s an excellent word. For some people, it’s a contraction ofyouandall, meaning it’sy’all, but for me, it’s a contraction ofya all, which gets spelled differently. I doubt most people who aren’t from the south can tell the difference, but I absolutely can, and I sayya’ll.

I accepted my two biscuits and nodded when they thanked me for thinking of them. The men who guard me can go through more food than you can imagine, so I figured a snack of five each should make them happy. I knew from experience they wouldn’t eat them until they had me safely home, but everything would stay warm in the bag.

I bit into one of mine and swallowed. “I’m going to work out shortly after we get home. Ya’ll are more than welcome to work out with me.”

When I invite them, one usually works out with me while the other patrols the property.