“Wait…really?” She had to be joking with me. It was one of my deepest desires to relish complete and total control over a willing submissive, although maintaining a twenty-four-seven lifestyle of dominance and submission wasn’t something I was quite ready for yet. I was only twenty-two and something like that was no joke; it required responsibility, patience, and far more time than I was currently able to give.

For now, the idea of a weekend getaway where the boys and I “kidnapped” our toy to have our way with her was a particularly tempting prospect.

“Tell me,” I said, lying back down beside her. “I want the details.”

“Oh, God,” she groaned, covering her face with her hands. “I want you to take me away, Manson. Snatch me up, kidnap me, drive me out somewhere, and use me. Put me on my knees, make me serve you. Make me obey.” She sighed as she lowered her hands, but the spark in her eyes was bright and eager. “Make me your slave again for a few nights. I don’t want to think, I don’t want to worry, I just want to let go.”

Did she have any idea what those words did to me? How much they fueled me to make this happen? I leaned down, chastely kissing her mouth before I whispered, “I won’t tell you when, or how, but we’ll do it. We’re going to fulfill that fantasy of yours, angel.”

She got in the shower as I was leaving, lamenting that her parents were going to be back the next day.

“Knowing my mom, she’ll probably smell that I had boys in the house,” she said, with her arms around my neck after she’d kissed me goodbye. “Maybe it’ll make her finally stop harassing me about getting a boyfriend.”

Boyfriend. I wondered what it would take for her to call one of us by that word, if it was even a possibility or if I was truly a fool.

I pulled out my phone on the way downstairs and saw a text from Jason, asking if I could leave Jess’s front door unlocked when I left.

I have some free time today so I’m going to do what I can about that security system, he wrote. Her parents will probably be pissed if they come back and it’s still broken.

I left the door unlocked as he’d asked. It was already getting warm and sticky outside, but for once, I didn’t mind. I felt good, better than I had in a long time. I started up the Mustang and sat for a moment while she warmed up, smiling at nothing as I hummed a tune.

Damn it. What the hell had she done to me?