"Then show me. Take possession of me and stop trying to give me back."
"I'm not giving you to anybody."
She grasps my cheeks. "You are. You're trying to pull me back into my old world. But I don't want to go back. I want to be yours and do everything necessary to change the course of what they want to happen. And I don't want to look in your eyes anymore and see guilt about how we go about it."
Ma belle has always been strong. But I wonder how she can be so selfless and want me so much when I have disrupted everything moral in her life.
"Do you understand what I need?" she asks.
My mouth goes dry. "Yes."
"Will you promise you will give it to me?"
The blood pounds hard between my ears. "If you promise me something in return."
"What?"
"When it is time for this to end, you will allow us to go back to being equals."
Her face hardens.
"This arrangement is not for the long term, ma belle."
She finally says, "Okay."
"When I say this is over, it's over."
She nods. "All right." She gives me a peck on the lips and steps back. She reaches into the drawer. "Panties, or no panties?"