Page 106 of Morally Gray Daddies

“You said you wanted to be able to trust me. Lying to you right now seems like a pretty good way to get me shot up with those drugs.”

“You’re right, it would be.” He glanced over again, smiling. “Good girl.”

I swallowed. Please don’t say that. I thought the words rather than voiced them. I didn’t want to have to explain why. Right this moment, I wasn’t even sure I could explain it to myself.

We continued in silence, the miles whispering by beneath the SUV’s wheels in a steady hum. He drove neither cautiously nor recklessly. If a person could be said to drive… unobtrusively… he did it. Except to pass a slow-moving semi, he stayed in the right lanes, and far more people were passing him than he was anyone.

We were almost to the crest of Cajon Pass when the quiet compounded with my unease brought me to a breaking point.

“So…”

“Hmm?” he murmured, not taking his eyes off the road.

“You haven’t told me your name,” I said.

He didn’t answer for a moment. “Is that important?”

“I… I told you mine,” I prodded.

“And?”

“Well”—I made a vague gesture with my hand—“what am I supposed to call you?”

“Sir.”

“Sir,” I repeated softly.

“Mmhmm,” he confirmed. “It’s how you’ll be addressing the people I’m taking you to, and quite probably the person you’ll eventually end up with.”

“The person I’ll end up with…” His answers were often so vague, so… cryptic. I wasn’t sure if it was intentional, though I had to believe they were for a reason. “I don’t understand what that means.”

“I know,” he replied evenly. “But you will.”

“When?”

“Eventually.”

No! Now, I wanted to cry.

“Until then, however… Sir.”

“Okay.” Except it wasn’t, but what was I going to do?

He glanced over. “Okay?”

“Okay… Sir,” I added.

He smiled. “Good girl.”

I closed my eyes. I absolutely hated that he could make me feel this way. Pleased. Pleased that I’d gratified him. But that… that was ridiculous. Insane. For god’s sake, what he’d done back there…

He made you come.

So fucking what! He’d done it… without my consent. Forced me. Made my body betray me.

No, you offered him your body to spare Sonja. He made you come not because he had to, but because…

He wanted to?

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