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Easy question with an even easier answer. “Hell, no,” I laughed. “Riggs is an alpha. So much so that there’s no other man more alpha than him.”

“Then why do you keep up with him when you can have any other man who would treat you like a princess?”

“Because I’m not a princess and never wanted to be one, Ken. The way he treats me is the way I want to be treated.”

“Isn’t that kinda degrading?”

Could be, if you weren’t into those kinds of things.

“Riggs is not abusive and he doesn’t do things to me I don’t want him to do. I wouldn’t let him touch me in certain ways if I knew he was doing it to hurt me. I like being fucked roughly, spanked, choked. That’s who I am, and him doing what I ask him to doesn’t make him a bad guy.”

She thought about what I said, and after a little while, she smiled at me. “I know you’re happy, but aren’t you scared that you’ll someday break from all of the rough things you let him do to you?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. But it’s also not like I don’t know where my limits are. If I don’t feel like having sex, or don’t feel like camming one of the men, I don’t urge myself to. I know when to stop.”

“Okay. That’s important,” she told me.

“Since we’re already talking about him…he wanted to come over tonight, but I told him I didn’t have time. So he’ll be here tomorrow night,” I explained.

“Lucky your parents aren’t around. If I were Riggs, I wouldn’t dare come here to sleep with his friends’ daughter.”

Well, Riggs was reckless, just like me.

I shrugged. “As long as they don’t find out.”

Besides, it was none of their business who I spent time with.

“I hope they don’t.”

*

“What have you been eating the past few days?” Della asked through the phone as I was walking through the hallway in school.

It was almost time for my first class, but she had to call this early and ask me about the food I was ingesting without them around.

“All kinds of things. Chinese, Mexican, Italian,” I told her.

The hallway was empty, and I was the only one left who needed to enter my classroom.

“So you’ve been getting takeout most nights?” she asked, sounding slightly disappointed.

“Yes, hey, Della? I really need to go to class. I’m already late,” I told her.

“Oh, yes. Your father says hello and we’re excited to come back home on Sunday. Call me later, okay?”

“Yeah, sure. Enjoy your weekend. Bye,” I said, hanging up the phone and letting out a heavy sigh.

“Miss Bentley,” a stern voice called out just as I pushed my phone back into my backpack.

I turned to look at Mr. Trapani walking toward me, and with a sweet smile, I tilted my head to the side and waited for him to reach me.

“Good morning, Mr. T.”

“Why aren’t you in class?” He pushed his hands into his pockets, trying to look scary and intimidating.

He didn’t have any effect on me at this point, seeing as Riggs was a man no one could ever top.

“My stepmother called. She’s on vacation,” I told him.

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