“Oh, why is it sad? I like it. It’s nice. It would go nicely in my bouquet.”
Kit eyes me for a long moment and then shrugs. “You could take some if you want. I’m down. Never had my hair be a flower before.”
“Oh, I knew I liked you. No one ever gives me anything willingly. How about a finger, hm?” I eye his phalanges, and he quickly tucks them into his pockets.
“Can’t do that, Bane. I need them for work.”
“Of course. Of course. I was mostly kidding.” He doesn’t believe me, but lets it go. “And what do you do for work?”
“Just do whatever Mr. Sokolov needs. I’m on-call for different, last-minute jobs. Kind of a Do-It-All Dan.”
“Oh,” I say, and then my eyes narrow as I grow suspicious. “Have you let him fuck you?”
His cheeks redden, and he shakes his head. “What? No, of course not. No one goes near my ass.”
I let my eyes rove over him and place my hands on my bare hips.
“Good. Better stay that way, too, Mr. Kitty. If I have to be monogamous, so does he. If not, I’ll cut off both your dicks.”
Kit’s face pales, and he shakes his head again. “I like my dick.”
“I’m sure I would, too. Can I see it? I bet it’s nice and pink, just like you. Does it have freckles?”
Kit sighs and glances around. “Do you think there are cameras in here?”
I look around and then lean forward. “Best if you show me later.”
“Good idea, and listen, I need to get you back home. He didn’t want me to dally.”
“He’s worried you’ll fuck me.” I stick my ass out and wiggle it. “It’s because I have such a nice peach and I’m already prepped.”
I can feel Kit’s eyes on it. “Yeah, it is nice.”
“You can snap a picture if you want and use it later. But really, I’d love to see what he tattooed on my butt.”
I peel off the bandages as Kit pulls out his phone. “Right. Go on then. Bend over. Let me get a good angle.”
I lean forward, hands on the mattress, and hear the click of the shutter before I move to look at the screen in his hands. I have an idea of what my Georgiy etched into my skin, but fuck, when my eyes actually comprehend it, it’s even better than I expected.
Property of Georgiy Sokolov ™
Oh. Oh, I like that. Iamhis property. To be used by him.
Exclusively.
I should give him one right back. Make sure everyone knows who that cock belongs to.
A brand perhaps? Right near his dick.
“Come on, I was told to deliver you by sunset,” Kit says, helping me reapply the bandage on my ass, making sure my tattoo is nice and safe. “I’m serious. I don’t want to get in trouble. I may cry if I do.”
“Oh, I hate when I cry,” I say, and then look around for my clothes when I realize Georgiy sliced them from me. A shiver spreads through me as I recall it, and my dick perks up further.
“Better go in a toga,” Kit says, pulling a sheet from a cabinet and handing it to me. It’s a bit dusty and smells a little weird, but what can you do? I don’t have any other options.
“Can I borrow your belt?” I ask.
He pulls it off and hands it to me as I tug the sheet around me, wrapping it like a tunic and securing it at the waist.
