Page 197 of So This Is War
“Yeah?”
She nods, her teeth pulling on her bottom lip. “Really hot.”
“Well, hold on to that thought because I have a surprise for you.”
“You do?”
I start pulling out of the parking spot while I say, “I do.”
And then we head down the road.
I place my hand on her thigh, and she places her hand on top of mine. It’s the kind of hold I would see my parents do all the time, and now I get to experience it.
“Is it bad that I was kind of hoping you got in a fight?” she says.
“What?” I laugh. “You wanted me to get in a fight?”
From the corner of my eye, I catch her wince. “I didn’t want you to get hurt. I just wanted to see you dominate, is all.”
“I can dominate you later tonight if that’s what you need, baby.”
Her hand squeezes around mine. “I guess that will do,” she says playfully.
“Glad I could accommodate.”
We sit in silence for a second before she asks, “What was my dad talking to you about?”
“You,” I answer. “He wants me to encourage you to go back to school.”
“Oh yeah? Are you going to?”
I stop at a red light and look over at her. “No, but I am going to say you need to do what you want to do with your life, despite what other people might want for you.”
“Uh-huh, and what do you want for me?”
“If I had it my way?” I point at my chest and start driving again. “You’d be naked, primed, and ready for me every time I get home.”
“So, your mistress?”
“I prefer the term sex wench.”
Her head tilts back as she laughs. “Oh, sorry about that. You want me to be your sex wench?”
“With a pussy like yours, yeah, I really fucking do.”
She chuckles, and I love seeing that smile on her face. “So where are we headed? I thought we weren’t supposed to be seen in public.”
I turn down a dark alleyway and say, “Don’t worry, no one will see us.” I park in front of a back door, and when she glances over at me, I can see the trepidation in her eyes. “Trust me?”
“Of course,” she says.
“Then follow me.” We both get out of the car and meet at the front of the hood. I take her hand and then walk up to the door where I knock on it.
A slot at the top opens up, and a man takes me in. “Mr. Posey,” he says. “Good game tonight.”
“Thank you,” I say as he opens the door and gestures down a long, barely lit hallway.
Wylie clings close to me, and as we make our way down, she whispers, “Is this a sex dungeon?”
