Kissing him was easier than hating him.
Admitting it was taking too long, but it was the damn truth. Kissing him turned out to be an amazing thing that cleared my head and maybe that little bout of jealousy was what I needed to know that he, deep down, I was making him feel good too.
"Good," I said once we stopped kissing. "I just want you to help me figure out what I really like and understand it, can you?"
"Yes, I can, but if you understand that at all times you have to address me as a master, right?" he said in a serious voice, so I nodded.
"Yes, sir."
"I'll help you with what you need, but on my strict terms and it's a win-win. Otherwise, our agreement is going to be worthless, and so you understand that I'm not messing with you, I'm going to give you an award for being sincere."
