I looked at the open box that was almost falling from my hand. “I should wear these always in case we happen to collide again?” My comment was sarcastic.
“You're fearing too much,” he admonished me. “I was afraid you wouldn't trust me. But don't turn my sincere words against me, or I'll correct your attitude with the palm of my hand on your behind.” I could tell he was quite serious, and even a little hurt that I reacted so angrily. “You'll wear these for me, my darling, but mostly, you'll wear them for the love of yourself, and the liberty you feel becoming the s****l creature you are.” When he spoke there was a dark aspect in his eyes than I'd seen only on rare occasions. That he was completely serious about this made me hesitant to protest further, even though my heart beat anx
