Page 62 of Dignity

“Yes,” I say without hesitation. Maybe I’ll pay for that later, but I lived in fear for far too long. “I want to be yours, only yours.Pleasemake me yours.”

He studies me for a long moment. “Kev, I’m going to give you until—”

“Now,” I say,desperate. “Pleasemake me yoursnow, Sir. I’ve had over twenty years to think about this. That’s long enough.”

I don’t want you to think the past two weeks have been nothing but sadism and brutality, because that’s not the case.

We’ve made love, we’ve laughed.

We’ve cried.

But some things are not mine to share, even if I was there for them.

Suffice it to say these two weeks have shown methat Ineedthis man in my life, and there are very few things I won’t do or endure to have him.

If it means occasionally sharing him with a senator who’s now my boss…well, so be it.

“Wait here,” he says. He stands and leaves the room. When he returns a moment later, he’s holding something in his hand, but I can’t see what it is.

He retakes his spot on the floor, takes my right hand in hisand turns my palm up so he can kiss it and then tuck my hand against his chest. “I’m not the man I was,” he quietly says.

“Neither am I.”

“Being owned by me will be tough, at first, Kev. I’m not going to lie.”

I shake my head. “Bring it, Sir. I will take you at your worst if it means I get you at your best, too.”

He kisses the inside of my right wrist, then fastens a bracelet around it. It’sa beefy stainless steel chain made up of smoothly rounded box-shaped links. There’s some weight to it, but I can already see it won’t trigger questions, and I can even hide it up under my shirt cuff, if need be.

With it fastened there, he holds my hand again, tucked against his chest. I feel his heart beating under my palm, strong, sure. “Then you’re mine,” he says. “Forever.”