(Warning: Adult content!! This is Erotica about a couple in a D/s relationship. If you are offended by such things, refuse to become enlightened, and/or under the age of 18 [sorry, kids], please do not proceed.)
The drive to the hardware store was quiet. He didn’t look at me at all. I tried to cut the silence with small talk.
“So, my name is really Natalie. I am a dancer though, since I was 8.” My voice sounded so small, I almost felt 8 again.
“Yeah, I know your dad. You already know my name.”
“Jason…” I whispered, “But you’d rather I call you Sir?”
He glanced at me finally, his eyebrows drawn together, “You can call me Jason… for now.”
But I couldn’t.
We pulled into the employee parking lot behind the store that his family had owned for decades. I knew there was a shop in back, but…
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