Chapter 20
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She fucking called me Sir.
I try and fail to shake the thought from my head as I twist my key in the door, slipping off my shoes and suit jacket as I step inside of my house. I try even harder as I unbutton my shirt to shake the idea of taking her over my knee for her audaciousness.
That doesn’t work, either.
It’s a matter of minutes before I find myself standing in the doorway of my home dungeon, spinning its key around my finger. I wasn’t sure about moving this room with me to the new house. I hadn’t used my tools or my equipment in years, and I had no plans to make use of it. It almost felt like a waste, letting it all sit here untouched.
Lonely.
Begging for a body to hold, to bruise, to play with.
But then she went and called me Sir.
Nia isn’t my sub; she can’t be, and she never will be. If she wants to speak to me like a sub, though, I can show her what happens to subs who act out of line. I can teach her what to expect if she mouths off to her Dom.
Even if I shouldn’t.
Pulling my phone from my pocket, I send her a text message.
She doesn’t respond for nearly ten minutes, something that I note to myself to discuss with her.
I attach a GPS link to the message and turn off the screen, tucking the device back into my pocket as I move toward my library, where a copy of Charlotte Bront?’s Jane Eyre is calling my name.
As I sit perched in the armchair of my library, I shift, adjusting my aching cock in my pants as I try to focus on reading. I won’t act on this. It’s a passing thing.
It has to be.