Valeta’s nails were sharp on Ivor’s shoulders, and her breath was warm in his ear. “You want to be a good boy for me, don’t you?”
Ivor swallowed a protest. Good boy sounded so kidlike, so condescending.
He didn’t have to say anything. She chuckled anyway, her laugh stinging in his ear. “The options-” She pricked the side of his neck with those sharp, sharp nails – “are to be a good boy or a bad boy. You may answer me.”
Ivor’s mouth was dry. He licked his lips. “I don’t want – don’t want you to think I’m a bad boy.”
“It’s a start.” Her nails raked down his back, leaving sharp stinging behind. Ivor gasped, which only served to make Valeta laugh. “You’ll learn,” she assured him. “You’ll learn why you want to be my good boy.”
He’d signed the contract. Ivor straightened his back and nodded, short and sweet. He’d wanted to learn.
Written to Sky’s commissioned continuation of An Unusual Arrangement.
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