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“What?”

“Yes!”

“No, come on, baby. Let me just call Alvarez and he can come get it.”

“You wanted me to find other ways to do good,” Day insisted. “That money would help me do a lot of good.”

“You mean, like, give it to a church?”

“No.” Day wrinkled his nose. “Houses of worship are seedy tabernacles, devoid of God’s light and filled with shadows of man’s greed and idolatry. We should take it to a soup kitchen! Or, or, or the youth shelter!” He grinned. “We could do so much good work with that money, my angel. The heart of my mission has always been to serve God and make the world a better and safer place for His children.”

Goldie hated to argue when Day seemed so excited. It was a worthy plan for the money, but he couldn’t shake the gut feeling that they needed to turn it over to the police. “Day, we could find another way to make this kind of money. Actually, you know, I do have all of this wrestling gear that’s pretty popular now—”

“Gear that you want to keep,” Day argued. “This is clearly a gift for us to use for good.”

“Or it’s a trap because this money belongs to criminals who will absolutely come looking for—”

“My angel,” Day said firmly, “it is better to live in the corner top of a house than within with a bickering wife.”

“Did you just call me a bickering wife?”

“Soft answers turn away wrath, but grievous words stir up anger.” Day’s eyes were growing dark, and his gaze was flooded with a new and intense hunger. He leaned back, his posture stern, and he spread his legs as his voice dropped down into a commanding growl. “Submit to me. Now.”

Heat seeped into Goldie’s loins instantly, and his mouth went dry. “Right now?”

“Right now,” Day declared, “least of all your quarrelsome tongue, you will submit ineverythingto me.”

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GOLDIE

Goldie’s entire body shuddered, and the relaxing fog of submission was already starting to roll in. Christ, it happened so quickly that he probably should have been worried, but he knew he didn’t have to be.

When Day was in charge, he didn’t have to worry about anything.

He didn’t have to worry.

He didn’t have to think.

All he had to do was listen and obey.

And God, what an incredible feeling that was.

Submit.

Submit to me in everything.

“Put the money down.” Day pointed at the coffee table.

Goldie dropped the envelope.

Day pointed at the floor between his legs. “Kneel, my angel.”

That took a bit longer, but Goldie was able to get on his knees before Day. He hadn’t been given permission to touch yet, so he braced himself on either side of Day’s thighs by grabbing the edge of the couch there.

Day watched him for a moment, and he took the last bite of steak from his plate. He chewed thoughtfully, as if he was thinking over what he was going to do next. He leaned around Goldie to set his plate on the coffee table, and then he hovered close to whisper in Goldie’s ear, “You shall submit to me, as we all submit to the Lord.”

“Yes, sir.” Goldie gasped quietly, and he swore the door to the balcony was cracked open because of the way he shivered. His nipples were hard, his cock well on its way, and he was startled by the speed at which his body reacted to Day’s words.