CHAPTER 8: Harker
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“You’re not my slave.” But the idea intrigued Harker. Alison at his beck and call, doing everything he told her to do, submitting to his every command, eager to please him in any way he wanted. He’d make it good for her. His subs only complained when he left them.
“I may as well be.”
“You have no idea how far you are from that position.”
“Please.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m here all the time. I do whatever you want.”
“Not whatever I want.” If she did, she’d be on her knees with his d**k in her mouth.
“Name one thing that you wanted me to do that I didn’t.” She gave him a superior look.
He had to bite his tongue. Answering that question would be like tossing a rock in the water when the fish was nibbling on his bait. “We can talk about that later. Right no
