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As he runs off, I say, “And no masturbating. No touching your cock at all until I permit you to do so. That includes when you’re home, away from me.”

His jaw drops, and his shoulders sag. “Yessir.”

“If you do a good enough job cleaning up, I’ll let you sit on the floor next to me.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Chapter 12

Jinx

I’ve gone all out, cleaning up the mess, just like I was ordered. It’s weird how I want to please Mason. Yeah, I get rewards, but after last night and all he did for me after my breakdown, I’ll pretty much do anything for him, though I like the spankings. While it’s a turn-on, Mason likes it, too. He likes it when I’m a brat. I can tell. I’m quickly learning I can’t be a brat for brat’s sake. It has to feel authentic. There’s obviously a time and place for it.

Not sure I like being unable to masturbate, though. That’s gonna suck since I do it all the time.

Mason has approved all my work, and now I’m sitting on the large pillow, my head resting on his knee as his fingers fork through my hair. It’s so relaxing. I love it when people play with my hair.

“I have to take you home today. It seems we’re expecting more snow tonight.”

I rest my chin on his knee, looking up at him. “But I don’t wanna go yet.”

He smiles sweetly, dragging his fingers across my cheek. “You must, my pet. You have a life, and I have to work.”

“When can I come back, Daddy?”

Is it super weird calling him that? Totally. But I also want to. Besides, I’ve done far weirder things during my hooker years.

“Talk to Julien and let me know. I’ll adjust my schedule to accommodate what works for you. You’re the one who’s in school and working. If you do have schoolwork while you’re with me, you will finish that first, so if you have a laptop, I suggest you bring it.”

“Okay,” I say, resting my cheek on his leg again, my fingers playing with his leg hair.

“What are you getting your degree in, Precious?”

“Social work. I want to help kids like me. Kids who were trafficked, assaulted, and shi—stuff. I had no idea how bad it was until I started researching it.”

“It’s appalling. Truly. While I’m not surprised you’ve chosen that field, I’m no less impressed. You’re a smart man, Jinx. Incredibly intelligent.”

“You have to be if you want to survive.”

“I think you’ve always been smart.” He fingers through my hair again and asks, “Are you ever going to tell me your real name?”

I smile, but he can’t see my face. “As I said, on my deathbed.”

He chuckles. “Fair enough. I suppose it’s a name you hate enough to keep using, Jinx, and a name your handler gave you.”

“You got it. Tink and Foxy kept their names, too, though they never said why. They’re very shy and clingy. They’re also younger.”

“Did Aleks have one? Or is that the name given to him by that piece of shit?”

“Tito called him Romeo. I like Aleks better. It’s short for Aleksander. We later found out he came from Russia as a baby.”

“I’m so sorry you boys went through that horror, but I’m happy Julien came into your lives.”

“Me, too.” I rest my chin on his leg again. “Are you ever going to tell me more about yourself?”

“I will. Perhaps next time.”

One thing I definitely want is to know Mason inside and out.