Page 112 of Vengeance of Childhood Proportions

“Who’s Dr. Robinson, Sir?” I asked him, confused.

“Former co-worker. He was on the task force and worked on most of your, eh, art pieces,” he said with a boyish smile.

My cheeks reddened at the reminder that I’d once called myself an artist when he’d asked what I did for a living. I put the letter down on the handcrafted wood table. “What’s in the box, Sir?”

He pushed it towards me, and I stepped forward to look inside. I gasped when I saw it was my black owl mask. Master Mal must have already removed the protective packaging because it was just sitting on theStyrofoampeanuts.

I reached inside to take it out. “I can’t believe it. I thought I’d never see it again.”

He took it from my hands, indicating for me to turn around. I did, and he placed the feathered mask over my eyes, tying it behind my head. I was growing my hair out now and the brunette locks were just below my ears. Master Mal said he couldn’t wait until it was long enough to grip in his fist.

Once the mask was secure, I turned back around to face him. He placed his fingers under my chin, gazing down at me with such love and devotion that my blood instantly heated for him.

“I finally have everything I’ve ever wanted,” he said softly. “Seeing your aquamarine eyes looking up at me from behind that mask is the single sexiest thing I’ve never seen in my life.” Then he swatted my naked bottom. “Go get your scrunchies and meet me in the dungeon, position three. I need to fuck you, Little Owl.”

I smiled up at him before hurrying to obey. “It would be my pleasure, Sir.”