I assumed his pain meds were kicking in if he spoke so much and as freely as that.
“Please don’t make me go again.” That part was spoken quieter, and he refused to look at me. His eyes closed instead. “I was bad. But I’ll be good. I’ll do whatever you want. If you wish to know my thoughts, I’ll give them to you. I’ll…I’ll be the perfect slave you were told to get.”
“Oh, Dakota,” I let out a deep breath. “You are perfect.” Haven’t I said that already?
He shook his head before opening his eyes. He didn’t quite meet my gaze. But he was still with me. Dakota hadn’t shut himself off like he had before. So I was counting it as a win.
“I was bad. You sent me away.”
“We’ve gone over that, boy.” My voice was smooth, and in a way, I knew it’d get through to him. “You were not punished for doing something.”
“Okay.”
“I’m still too drunk for this,” I huffed, flopping over to my back. At the movement, my head thumped even worse. “How’s your pain?” Changing the subject was in order.
“Better, Sir.”
It was my turn to close my eyes, trying to stop the room from spinning.
***
The bed was shaking. Was I on a boat? I didn’t remember being on one, but I’ve been placed on them before, so it wasn’t strictly out of the question.
“Sir?”
My eyes peeled open, and the rocking stopped. I was met with Dakota’s wide eyes, and I was instantly on alert.
“What’s wrong?”
“Someone’s at the door.”
Oh. So nothing life-threatening.
I sighed, trying to get my body into motion. Crap. My mouth was dry, and I felt like I was going to puke.
I shouldn’t have drunk as much as I had. I don’t even remember exactly everything, but my dick sure did.
“I’m…going…bathroom. Answer the door, pet.” The words were barely out before I felt my stomach rolling. I clambered out of bed and dashed to the bathroom as quickly as possible.
I probably shouldn’t have told the boy to answer the door, but it was too late now as whatever I ate last came splattering into the toilet.
I was getting too old to drink like I had. I wasn’t always the smartest, apparently.
By the time I finished brushing my teeth and all, I made my way downstairs. I wasn’t the least bit surprised that the boy had a cup and some pain relievers already set out for me.
“Your…guest is in your office, Sir,” Dakota said, keeping his head down as I downed the water and pills.
“Thank you.” It was more than just answering the door. It was for everything he’d done so far for me.
He only dipped his chin, standing a few feet away with his hands clasped before him.
I couldn’t help but step up to him and place a kiss on his forehead before heading to my office.
“April,” I greeted, walking in. “Sorry for making you wait.”
“You’re hungover.” I didn’t need to look at her to know how much she detested that. I took a seat, and moments later, Dakota was kneeling right beside me.
“I hope this isn’t an ongoing problem.”
