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I roll my eyes. “Come on, Mom.”

“It’s true.”

“Alright, I know better than to argue with you. I’ll be over tomorrow, and I’ll bring Truman with me.”

“I adore that dog. I’ll ask Natalia to get him something from the store as a treat.”

“Don’t, he’s getting fat.”

“Nonsense, greyhoundscan’tget fat. I love you, see you tomorrow.”

“Bye, Mom.”

I try to focus on my work for the next few hours, but thoughts of Lissa keep invading my mind.

Finally, I rise from my chair, loosening my tie as I glance at the clock. It’s almost five, and I can barely wait any longer.

I’m already half hard by the time I cross the room. I drag one of the chairs to the center, readjusting my pants as the anticipation ramps up inside me.

I look around at the toys on display with a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

Which will she choose today?

I go to my desk, taking off my jacket and rolling up my sleeves as I lean against it, pressing the button behind me. I watch the door, my cock throbbing in my pants as I wait for Lissa to appear.

Chapter 18

Oliver

Idon’t have to wait long.

She’s got her hair half down today, a glittering barrette pinning it back. I’m looking forward to watching her try to get it back to some semblance of order after I’ve made her fall apart.

“Hello,” I say, remembering the moment when she called me ‘sir’ in that sing-song voice.

I want that again, desperately. But it’s a line I haven’t crossed with an escort before. That kind of title, that kind ofcontrolisn’t appropriate for this type of relationship. It’s too intimate, too deep.

“Hi,” she murmurs back.

“Lock the door, please.”

She dutifully goes to do so and turns back, leaning against it, awkward and unsure.

“Go ahead and pick another one,” I say, having carefully removed the two dildos she’s already used.

They’re slowly getting larger in size each day, and it gives me a perverse rush to see her looking along the line of them. I know she’ll pick the smallest, but I love that she’s playing the game at all.

Walking along the shelves, she doesn’t make a sound. When she reaches the final shelf, she turns to me, her eyes shining as she indicates the toy she wants. It’s not the smallest, I was wrong, but it’s still a lot smaller than my cock.

“Take off your clothes, Lissa.”

As always, she fidgets at the command, but complies after a few seconds of hesitation.

I adore watching her get naked. It’s in no way a show; she does it practically and logically, as if she’s solving a puzzle in her head.

Other escorts have enjoyed showing off for me. They’ve every reason to, their bodies were beautiful. But Lissa does it as if against her will.

I frown at that thought.