Page 70 of Mob Knight

We move together, and this is completely vanilla. We’re equals in this. I’m not trying to exert my will or decide exactly how things go.

I want her to touch me how she wants and move how she wants. I haven’t had vanilla sex in years. Just like she hadn’t realized how much she missed the affection until I offered it to her, I didn’t know I was missing a different type of intimacy.

I don’t think I was, or that I needed it until meeting Joey. But if this goes away, it will devastate me.

It’s been three weeks since Joey spent the night at my place for the first time. We’ve spent Wednesday nights scening at the club. She comes over on Friday evenings and stays until midday Sunday. I’ve had my normal work during the week. Some of it more unsavory than others, but we’ve also had regular dates.

The first Monday, we went out for dinner at one of Finn’s restaurants, and then to a movie before spending the night at her place. The following Thursday, we stayed in and made dinner together here before playing board games. It wound up being a tie in Monopoly—or rather—a stalemate. There wasn’t a clear winner, and we’d already played for hours.

I beat her at checkers, but she beat me at chess, which made her laugh when she took my king, and her queen was left. We went out for happy hour with my brother and his wife on Tuesday of this week. None of my family is giving me shite about her, but I know they’re thinking it.

It was pointless to deny it, so I’ve already confessed I had a nickname for her almost as soon as we met. The knowing looks I got from my brother and cousins made me roll my eyes. I knew I was a goner from the start.

We’re at my place now on Friday, and we’ve both just gotten here from work. However, I had a conversation with one of her guards today that didn’t leave me in a good mood. I’ll give her time to tell me what happened before I ask questions.

The moment she arrives at my condo, she knows to go straight into the bedroom and strip down to her bra and whatever lingerie she brought or camisole she’s wearing. Tonight’s the first night I’m not supervising to make sure she isn’t wearing panties.

She hasn’t yet, not on our nights when we scene and not on our regular dates. I’m staying in the living room to calm down.

“Sir?

“Come here, little one.”

We decided earlier this week tonight would be our night to scene, and tomorrow night would be our date night. We’ve slipped into our roles. She comes and sits on my lap as I fondle her tits.

“How was your day today?”

“It was fine. Long, but just work as usual. How about you, sir? How was your day?”

“The same. I had a couple of meetings and a few phone calls here and there. One that irritated me more than the others. How were your client visits?”

“Good. Unfortunately, one family isn’t doing as well as I’d like, so the mom may go back to court soon, but the kids are doing well with their father.”

That wasn’t the situation I heard about.

“Did you have to go to several schools today? Neighborhoods? Or were you mostly in Port Richmond?”

She knows I don’t look at her location services if there’s no reason to. I trust her to tell me where she’s going or where she’s been. She knows even though I can have my men report to me everything she’s done, I haven’t.

“I was mostly in Port Richmond again today, but I needed to go out to another neighborhood before I finished up my last school visit.”

“Oh yeah? How did that go? Was it a family you already know?”

“Sort of, but not very well.”

She twists to meet my stare, and I see confusion in her eyes. Then her brow furrows to confirm it.

“What’s going on, Cormac? I feel like you’re fishing for something. What is it you want me to tell you?”

“I think you know exactly what I want you to tell me. I think you’re avoiding it. So not only would I like you to tell me what happened, I’d like you to tell me why you refuse to volunteer this.”

“Because it’s not that big a deal, Cormac. It wasn’t anything that hasn’t happened before. It wasn’t anything that won’t happen again. I don’t feel like it’s worth talking about.”

“Oh, you are so very, very wrong about that, little girl. It is absolutely worth talking about, and that is exactly what we’re going to do. You are going to tell me what happened because right now I only have my men’s version of it, and it sounds pretty fecking bad.”

With a deep inhale, then a beleaguered sigh, she nods.

“I arrived while a couple was arguing over custody, and the mom wasn’t supposed to be there. It was the dad’s visitation time, and that pissed him off. She was angry because she’d gotten a call from their kid’s school saying he’d gone without lunch for a third time that week, which meant all three days their kid was with him. I tried to intervene and de-escalate the situation. I’ve had to do that with this couple before, and it’s worked in the past. But it didn’t today.”

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