By the time Sir was back, my breathing had leveled out. I gladly took the pill and the cup of water to chase it down before handing it back. Then, Sir sat a plate of crackers and fruit on the bed beside me before he sat on the other side.
“I’m sorry I scared you.” He spoke softly. “It wasn’t my intention to do so. But I needed a shower. And,” he paused, shifting on the bed. “I’m sorry for getting drunk. What we did…it won’t be repeated.”
“Why?” I turned to face him, sniffing. “I didn’t mind, Sir.”
“Dakota,” he sighed, dropping his gaze as if he were ashamed. “I don’t…”
“You’re not into me.” I lifted a shoulder, not exactly hurt, but there was something under the surface there. “It’s okay. I’m yours to use.”
It was my turn to turn my gaze away. I looked at the plate of food. There were things I wanted to say, but instead, I picked up the plate and began to eat some of the snacks.
If my mouth was full, I couldn’t be expected to answer. I had thoughts, but I didn’t want him to know them. They weren’t necessary. I wasn’t, either.
Sir was just a man who had needs. I was there at the right time, once again, for those needs to be met. It’d happen again because he owned me.
Whatever he feared from me wasn’t going to show up. He’d figured that out eventually.
“Do you want more?” he asked towards the plate that I hadn’t noticed I finished off.
I shook my head, letting him take the plate from me. He sat it off to the side, then laid down onhis side of the bed. Soon, what I thought was just part of the dresser was opened, and a TV was there.
I stared wide-eyed at it.
“Neat little trick, huh?” Sir laughed. “I don’t use it often here, but once in a while, it’s nice. Also, I hate having a dirty TV, so the hideaway thing is nice to have.”
I’d say.
“I promise not to drink so much again.” The words were spoken over the sounds of whatever he picked after a few minutes. “I shouldn’t have. But you make me do things I know better than to do.”
Like letting me blow him, that thought almost made the butterflies come alive again, but I pushed it down.
“Don’t mind.” I shifted, laying on my side that didn’t hurt so bad. I really didn’t mind, not when it was Sir.
“You should. You are to tell me if you don’t want to do something. You make me lose some of my marbles.”
I shrugged.
A moment later, Sir shifted again, and a hand began to run over my head. I couldn’t help but let my eyes slip closed at the contact. I could feel the meds start to kick in as the pain lessened. I could breathe easier, too.
It wasn’t as strong as what April had given me, which was good, but it might as well be.
“Don’t punish me again.”
“I haven’t, boy.” Sir’s voice was soft, filled with tiredness.
“You did. You sent me away. I was bad.”
“That’s not at all correct,” he sighed. “I sent you there to protect you. To show you that you aren’t a slave.”
But I am and always will be, a slave.
“I promise I won’t ever do that again. I’m keeping you.”
Chapter 27
Allister
I watched Dakota, his mouth opening and closing many times. I couldn’t help but let a small smile touch my lips. This boy was something else. And I was slightly still drunk. That little tidbit would be used later when I let my emotions rule over my actions.
