Texas III part 20
Story title: Texas III
Rating: NC-17
Configurations : M/m, M/F, F/m
Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, BDSM, and anything else I can think of as I write it!
Note: There is fraternal incest, be aware.
Word Count: Approx. 2,500
Summary: The conclusion of the Texas verse, Paul's Epilogue
A/N: A new standard disclaimer for all of my fiction, the work is un beta'd. I try to catch all of my mistakes but alas I am human. Any correction suggestions are welcome but please be kind, as with all artistic work, emotions are involved. Please don't make me cry *puppy dog eyes*
Feedback: Is always welcome *grins*
Previous parts: for now are tagged at my journal here. The index page for the Texas series can be found here.
"Are you sure, baby?" J.B. asked, his exhaustion draining away as his cock twitched. Alex nodded. J.B. kissed him, slowly, softly, and deeply. He reveled in the moans. When they broke apart, he pressed his lips to Alex's forehead. "I've been waiting for you to ask. I wanted you to want me, Alex. I never wanted you to feel like I was forcing you."
Alex pulled back. "You've been waiting on me?" J.B. had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. Alex sounded indignant. "I've been waiting on you, you big lug." In a flurry of arms and legs, the boy had the guard on his back, straddling the narrow hips. "I thought asking you to suck me off was clue enough!"
He moved Alex until he could feel the press of his erection against his ass. The boy squirmed providing exquisite friction. "But how many times have you had sex because you wanted it, not because it was forced on you?"
The boy froze and pondered the question. "My Night," He said thoughtfully and then more quietly, "Frank."
J.B. nodded, "But are either of them what you want from me? Am I like them or the men that you have known?"
Golden hair obscured golden eyes as Alex tipped his head down, his chin touching his naked chest. "I see what you mean. But there has never been anyone like you. You didn't see me as sex or pain." Small hands trailed softly over J.B.'s shirt covered chest.
Covering his hands with his own, J.B. drew Alex down onto his chest. "I've always seen you, baby. I've always wanted to be everything for you. I just don't want to be the same as those who have hurt you." He rubbed his fingers down the bumps of the prominent spine. "I don't understand why you need Frank."
"There is something inside me that is perverted," Alex replied hoarsely, "It was broken by those who tore me down and reshaped me. I need to feel pain, I crave it. It helps to center me, it anchors me when I'm frightened." Placing his chin on his stacked hands he stared into J.B.'s eyes. "I want it to be you but you said that you would not give me that. I still need it."
"If I could," J.B. said hesitantly, "Would you still need her?"
"If you would sleep with me, would you still need to fuck her?" Alex returned solemnly.
J.B. turned them quickly, covering the small body once again, "I don't think you are perverted," he said firmly. "I've seen my boss, your Night, push Texas until he would hurt him. Paul is so very strong and so are you. I just didn't want you to think of me and my caring for you as the same as those bastards who tore you down."
"I never could," Alex said, hope shining bright like golden beams. "I have always wanted you, Jamie Benton." J.B. lifted a surprised brow. "Don't make me ask again." His fingers started slipping buttons open and touching the skin of his chest.
"You are mine," J.B. growled. He sat back and ripped his shirt open, buttons flying. He kicked off his shoes and followed with his jeans and boxers. When he lowered himself once more, their flesh connected from shoulder to thigh. "Gods," he moaned, flexing his hips, "I knew you would feel good."
The boy didn't reply, he just opened his legs allowing J.B. to settle between them. When their erections touched, the guard shuddered, "Damn, Alex, baby." Where fucking Frank had been lust, with Alex his heart was involved. He wanted to make their first time good but he was too close to the edge already.
Alex pushed him back, confusing him. But the boy slithered over to the bedside table and pulled out a tube of lubricant. "I'm not going to last long either, J.B." When J.B. blinked owlishly, Alex huffed and slathered the lube into his palm and took the guard's hard cock between his hands. J.B. thrust forward helplessly, a groan wrenched out of throat.
He took control and prepared the tiny opening meticulously. He might want to plow into Alex, Alex might like pain, but J.B. wasn't going to hurt him, not that way. The boy was trembling and whining when he finally pressed against the stretched opening. Framing the boy's head with his hands, J.B. slowly pushed forward.
"I love you."
Alex flinched bearing down on the flesh that was invading his body. When he relaxed, J.B. slid home, joining them by cock and by mouth. Alex wrapped his arms and legs around J.B. leaving no space in between them. It did not last and when the warm spill of cum touched his stomach, J.B. felt Alex tighten around him. He lost his rhythm and thrust frantically seeking his own release.
He held the trembling boy close. He could feel the damp trickle of tears against his chest. Kissing the sweat damp hair, J.B.'s heart beat painfully. "I didn't mean to hurt you, baby."
"You didn't," Alex said with a quiet sob.
He tightened his arms around the shaking shoulders, "What did I do?"
"Why did you say the words?" came the plaintive reply.
J.B.'s insides settled, "Because it's war, Alex. If I'm not able to return to your arms, I never want you to doubt how I feel about you." He tipped the boy's chin so he could peer into watery eyes, "I love you, Alex."
The eyes closed as Alex returned the kiss. J.B. sensed that even if the boy couldn't say the words, he felt the same.
*~*
Paul's eyes fluttered open. He blinked. He was seeing double. Two blonde heads filled his line of sight. He blinked again and realized that it was Sal and Kyle hovering over him. Sal. He froze and twisted away from them.
Kyle reached for him but Sal held him back.
“It’s him,” Paul said woodenly.
“Yes.”
He wasn’t sure who said it. Paul kept his movements slow and deceptive. He hugged Sal around his waist and when the man’s tension relaxed, he pulled the gun from his pants and pushed away violently.
“Paul!”
He ignored them. Keeping the gun raised, he advanced back into the room that was all forms of hell for him. He had hung from that hook when Texas nearly beat him to death. He had been tied to the sling, being used by clients, gaining Texas’ ownership by being fisted. It was through Texas he had met and fallen in love with Sal. It was Sal that betrayed him. Betrayed him with the boy who hung from the same hook, he wondered if he would be tied to the sling and fisted as well.
The boy didn’t flinch when the hammer was cocked. Green eyes were defiant as his own had been. He had tried to keep a part of himself, tried to protect the part of him that refused to break.
He had broken at the hands of Cromwell. He could still remember the glossy pictures of Sal being seduced by this boy. Texas and Salvatore had him and no one had told him.
His arm trembled but the gun was steady. J.B. had trained him well.
A broad hand touched his shoulder and traveled down his arm to cover his hand. It wasn’t Sal nor Kyle. Texas’ breath caressed his neck as they both stared down the barrel of the gun at the bound boy.
“Is this what you want?” Texas asked his tone dark and silky. “If it is, pull the trigger and we will dispose of him like the trash that he is.”
That made the boy try to recoil. Paul just stared at him. He had no where to run. Paul’s hand was steady.
“Or,” Texas breathed, gently nipping his ear, “We can make him pay. He hasn’t suffered nearly enough.”
Paul never looked away, “Will he be yours?”
“No,” Texas replied, his arm slid about Paul’s hips, drawing him into the cradle of his groin. “My Kitten is all that I need. And you,” Paul shuddered at this kiss against his neck, “You are worthy of my protection.”
Texas moved his hand to point the gun at the boy’s groin. Swollen eyes flinched close as the boy twisted his legs to try and protect his vulnerable genitals. “He will belong to the syndicate, proving his worth by being a piece of ass and a hole to fuck. He thought he was so smart to try and go against me by using his charms.” Texas growled, “Well, he will be using them now.”
“Don’t keep him here,” Paul said, slowly sliding the gun into Texas’ hand. “He doesn’t deserve to take the place you housed me. And,” He turned his head, staying within Texas’ arms. He stared into Kyle’s large purple eyes, “My brother does not deserve to have him here.”
Texas lowered the gun, the safety clicking quietly, “Agreed.”
Paul stepped out of Texas arms and walked up to the boy, “If I ever see you again,” He said lowly holding the green gaze with his own. “You will die by my hand.”
He turned his back and walked out of the room that held so many memories. He didn’t look back. He went to Kyle first. The wounded eyes and bloody hands were telling. He cupped his mirror image and kissed him softly.
“You are going to be okay,” Maybe it was meant to be a question, but it was more of statement.
Kyle covered his hands with his own and nodded. He let him go and walked to the lift. He could feel Sal’s presence at his back. He stopped but refused to turn around.
“I need to be alone.”
“Is it over?” Sal’s voice was a painful whisper.
He turned then his anger, his pain, his love, and his lust warring within him. He knew he looked furious but he couldn’t pull it back. Sal’s shoulders hunched but he faced the anger head on.
“No, you bastard,” He gritted out, “But it is something we are always going to have to deal with. Me, you, him,” He jabbed his thumb in the direction of the training room, “It will never go away. We have come too far,” He flicked a gazed to the wounds on Sal’s arm, then to the scar that was covered by his shirt, and then down to his own scarred wrists. “We will figure this out. War or no war, I want to meet at the lab. Greg will be there and I want Kyle there as well.”
“Anything you want, beautiful.”
“What I want,” He could feel his body shaking, “Is my life back. Mine, not all this bullshit, not anymore, I am your boy.” He said it, he finally said it out loud. “I have always been your boy, but we are going to negotiate our future. Understand?”
Sal nodded once. Paul jabbed the button and stepped on the lift. He refused to meet Sal’s eyes as the doors closed.
*~*
As the door slid closed, Salvatore could feel Texas near. The fury in the dark eyes, seeing Paul with a gun in his hand staring down the enemy, the boy was more like Texas than he first considered. And his heart beat with love and lust at the strength that exuded from Paul’s very pores. Yes, Paul had admitted that he was his boy. But Sal knew he was very much enslaved to the boy.
“I’m going to have the bunny moved,” Texas stated.
Sal turned to see his oldest friend cradling his exhausted boy in his arms. Kyle was Paul’s fiercest champion. Sal knew things were still not resolved with his boy’s twin, if the look of determination was anything to go by from the glittering purple eyes.
“Who do you trust?” Sal knew he couldn’t be the one to do it. He didn’t want to be near the boy again.
“Bear,” Texas replied, “It will put a strain on the kid, but he’ll be head of security until Bear gets back.”
Sal nodded. Looking at the worn expression around Texas’ eyes, he said, “I’ll let J.B. know, take care of your boy.”
Texas actually hugged Kyle closer, surprising Sal. It really shouldn’t have, he thought, Kyle had wormed his way into the mob boss’ heart and softened him in ways no one had before.
“What about Frank?”
Texas’ expression spoke of pain and mayhem. “She’ll have to wait a little longer. But I will be the one who questions her.”
They went their separate ways. Texas had his boy. Sal wondered if he and Paul really would be together again.
Or would war destroy everything?
*~*
His Kitten wouldn’t look at him. He gently washed the blood from his boy’s body and carried him back to their bed. Kyle pushed away and huddled near the head board.
“Talk to me.”
The blonde head snapped up. He snatched his device from the bedside table.
~Why didn’t you tell me?
Texas sat on the opposite end of the bed. He had a feeling if he got too close, he would feel his Kitten’s claws.
“Georgia upped the ante with taking out the three targets,” Texas replied.
~You are sure it is her? The message was accompanied with a low growl.
“Yes.”
~Were you going to fuck the boy?
Texas pulled back as if his boy had slapped him. “I don’t answer to you, Kitten.”
Wrong move, he thought warily. Kyle threw the device at his head and scrambled off the bed. With jerky movements, he pulled out jeans and a t-shirt.
“Where do you think you are going?”
Kyle pointed to his face and then his heart.
“No.”
His boy ignored him and walked towards the door. He picked him up and had him flat on his back in seconds. Kyle fought and squirmed but Texas used his greater height and weight to subdue him.
Purple eyes glittered with fury.
“No,”
Kyle went limp and Texas could see the silvery tracks of tears. He cuddled his boy onto his chest and pushed the device back into his boy’s hands.
“I can’t fix it, if you don’t talk to me.”
~Were you going to use the boy to replace Paul in every way?
“No. He’ll be used as a whore, but he will never be mine.”
Kyle studied him for a long moment and typed out a message slowly.
~There is something that I want you to do, master.
Texas lifted a brow. The fight seemed to have gone out of his boy and he was remembering to submit. “Anything, Kitten.”
Kyle lifted Texas’ hand and curled it into a fist. He pointed to the fist and then spread his denim clad legs wide and touched his ass.
“Why would you want me to do that to you?” Texas asked, almost hesitantly.
~Because I belong to you, master. I want to belong to you in everyway. It was Paul’s final test for ownership. Own me.
Rating: NC-17
Configurations : M/m, M/F, F/m
Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, BDSM, and anything else I can think of as I write it!
Note: There is fraternal incest, be aware.
Word Count: Approx. 2,500
Summary: The conclusion of the Texas verse, Paul's Epilogue
A/N: A new standard disclaimer for all of my fiction, the work is un beta'd. I try to catch all of my mistakes but alas I am human. Any correction suggestions are welcome but please be kind, as with all artistic work, emotions are involved. Please don't make me cry *puppy dog eyes*
Feedback: Is always welcome *grins*
Previous parts: for now are tagged at my journal here. The index page for the Texas series can be found here.
"Are you sure, baby?" J.B. asked, his exhaustion draining away as his cock twitched. Alex nodded. J.B. kissed him, slowly, softly, and deeply. He reveled in the moans. When they broke apart, he pressed his lips to Alex's forehead. "I've been waiting for you to ask. I wanted you to want me, Alex. I never wanted you to feel like I was forcing you."
Alex pulled back. "You've been waiting on me?" J.B. had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. Alex sounded indignant. "I've been waiting on you, you big lug." In a flurry of arms and legs, the boy had the guard on his back, straddling the narrow hips. "I thought asking you to suck me off was clue enough!"
He moved Alex until he could feel the press of his erection against his ass. The boy squirmed providing exquisite friction. "But how many times have you had sex because you wanted it, not because it was forced on you?"
The boy froze and pondered the question. "My Night," He said thoughtfully and then more quietly, "Frank."
J.B. nodded, "But are either of them what you want from me? Am I like them or the men that you have known?"
Golden hair obscured golden eyes as Alex tipped his head down, his chin touching his naked chest. "I see what you mean. But there has never been anyone like you. You didn't see me as sex or pain." Small hands trailed softly over J.B.'s shirt covered chest.
Covering his hands with his own, J.B. drew Alex down onto his chest. "I've always seen you, baby. I've always wanted to be everything for you. I just don't want to be the same as those who have hurt you." He rubbed his fingers down the bumps of the prominent spine. "I don't understand why you need Frank."
"There is something inside me that is perverted," Alex replied hoarsely, "It was broken by those who tore me down and reshaped me. I need to feel pain, I crave it. It helps to center me, it anchors me when I'm frightened." Placing his chin on his stacked hands he stared into J.B.'s eyes. "I want it to be you but you said that you would not give me that. I still need it."
"If I could," J.B. said hesitantly, "Would you still need her?"
"If you would sleep with me, would you still need to fuck her?" Alex returned solemnly.
J.B. turned them quickly, covering the small body once again, "I don't think you are perverted," he said firmly. "I've seen my boss, your Night, push Texas until he would hurt him. Paul is so very strong and so are you. I just didn't want you to think of me and my caring for you as the same as those bastards who tore you down."
"I never could," Alex said, hope shining bright like golden beams. "I have always wanted you, Jamie Benton." J.B. lifted a surprised brow. "Don't make me ask again." His fingers started slipping buttons open and touching the skin of his chest.
"You are mine," J.B. growled. He sat back and ripped his shirt open, buttons flying. He kicked off his shoes and followed with his jeans and boxers. When he lowered himself once more, their flesh connected from shoulder to thigh. "Gods," he moaned, flexing his hips, "I knew you would feel good."
The boy didn't reply, he just opened his legs allowing J.B. to settle between them. When their erections touched, the guard shuddered, "Damn, Alex, baby." Where fucking Frank had been lust, with Alex his heart was involved. He wanted to make their first time good but he was too close to the edge already.
Alex pushed him back, confusing him. But the boy slithered over to the bedside table and pulled out a tube of lubricant. "I'm not going to last long either, J.B." When J.B. blinked owlishly, Alex huffed and slathered the lube into his palm and took the guard's hard cock between his hands. J.B. thrust forward helplessly, a groan wrenched out of throat.
He took control and prepared the tiny opening meticulously. He might want to plow into Alex, Alex might like pain, but J.B. wasn't going to hurt him, not that way. The boy was trembling and whining when he finally pressed against the stretched opening. Framing the boy's head with his hands, J.B. slowly pushed forward.
"I love you."
Alex flinched bearing down on the flesh that was invading his body. When he relaxed, J.B. slid home, joining them by cock and by mouth. Alex wrapped his arms and legs around J.B. leaving no space in between them. It did not last and when the warm spill of cum touched his stomach, J.B. felt Alex tighten around him. He lost his rhythm and thrust frantically seeking his own release.
He held the trembling boy close. He could feel the damp trickle of tears against his chest. Kissing the sweat damp hair, J.B.'s heart beat painfully. "I didn't mean to hurt you, baby."
"You didn't," Alex said with a quiet sob.
He tightened his arms around the shaking shoulders, "What did I do?"
"Why did you say the words?" came the plaintive reply.
J.B.'s insides settled, "Because it's war, Alex. If I'm not able to return to your arms, I never want you to doubt how I feel about you." He tipped the boy's chin so he could peer into watery eyes, "I love you, Alex."
The eyes closed as Alex returned the kiss. J.B. sensed that even if the boy couldn't say the words, he felt the same.
*~*
Paul's eyes fluttered open. He blinked. He was seeing double. Two blonde heads filled his line of sight. He blinked again and realized that it was Sal and Kyle hovering over him. Sal. He froze and twisted away from them.
Kyle reached for him but Sal held him back.
“It’s him,” Paul said woodenly.
“Yes.”
He wasn’t sure who said it. Paul kept his movements slow and deceptive. He hugged Sal around his waist and when the man’s tension relaxed, he pulled the gun from his pants and pushed away violently.
“Paul!”
He ignored them. Keeping the gun raised, he advanced back into the room that was all forms of hell for him. He had hung from that hook when Texas nearly beat him to death. He had been tied to the sling, being used by clients, gaining Texas’ ownership by being fisted. It was through Texas he had met and fallen in love with Sal. It was Sal that betrayed him. Betrayed him with the boy who hung from the same hook, he wondered if he would be tied to the sling and fisted as well.
The boy didn’t flinch when the hammer was cocked. Green eyes were defiant as his own had been. He had tried to keep a part of himself, tried to protect the part of him that refused to break.
He had broken at the hands of Cromwell. He could still remember the glossy pictures of Sal being seduced by this boy. Texas and Salvatore had him and no one had told him.
His arm trembled but the gun was steady. J.B. had trained him well.
A broad hand touched his shoulder and traveled down his arm to cover his hand. It wasn’t Sal nor Kyle. Texas’ breath caressed his neck as they both stared down the barrel of the gun at the bound boy.
“Is this what you want?” Texas asked his tone dark and silky. “If it is, pull the trigger and we will dispose of him like the trash that he is.”
That made the boy try to recoil. Paul just stared at him. He had no where to run. Paul’s hand was steady.
“Or,” Texas breathed, gently nipping his ear, “We can make him pay. He hasn’t suffered nearly enough.”
Paul never looked away, “Will he be yours?”
“No,” Texas replied, his arm slid about Paul’s hips, drawing him into the cradle of his groin. “My Kitten is all that I need. And you,” Paul shuddered at this kiss against his neck, “You are worthy of my protection.”
Texas moved his hand to point the gun at the boy’s groin. Swollen eyes flinched close as the boy twisted his legs to try and protect his vulnerable genitals. “He will belong to the syndicate, proving his worth by being a piece of ass and a hole to fuck. He thought he was so smart to try and go against me by using his charms.” Texas growled, “Well, he will be using them now.”
“Don’t keep him here,” Paul said, slowly sliding the gun into Texas’ hand. “He doesn’t deserve to take the place you housed me. And,” He turned his head, staying within Texas’ arms. He stared into Kyle’s large purple eyes, “My brother does not deserve to have him here.”
Texas lowered the gun, the safety clicking quietly, “Agreed.”
Paul stepped out of Texas arms and walked up to the boy, “If I ever see you again,” He said lowly holding the green gaze with his own. “You will die by my hand.”
He turned his back and walked out of the room that held so many memories. He didn’t look back. He went to Kyle first. The wounded eyes and bloody hands were telling. He cupped his mirror image and kissed him softly.
“You are going to be okay,” Maybe it was meant to be a question, but it was more of statement.
Kyle covered his hands with his own and nodded. He let him go and walked to the lift. He could feel Sal’s presence at his back. He stopped but refused to turn around.
“I need to be alone.”
“Is it over?” Sal’s voice was a painful whisper.
He turned then his anger, his pain, his love, and his lust warring within him. He knew he looked furious but he couldn’t pull it back. Sal’s shoulders hunched but he faced the anger head on.
“No, you bastard,” He gritted out, “But it is something we are always going to have to deal with. Me, you, him,” He jabbed his thumb in the direction of the training room, “It will never go away. We have come too far,” He flicked a gazed to the wounds on Sal’s arm, then to the scar that was covered by his shirt, and then down to his own scarred wrists. “We will figure this out. War or no war, I want to meet at the lab. Greg will be there and I want Kyle there as well.”
“Anything you want, beautiful.”
“What I want,” He could feel his body shaking, “Is my life back. Mine, not all this bullshit, not anymore, I am your boy.” He said it, he finally said it out loud. “I have always been your boy, but we are going to negotiate our future. Understand?”
Sal nodded once. Paul jabbed the button and stepped on the lift. He refused to meet Sal’s eyes as the doors closed.
*~*
As the door slid closed, Salvatore could feel Texas near. The fury in the dark eyes, seeing Paul with a gun in his hand staring down the enemy, the boy was more like Texas than he first considered. And his heart beat with love and lust at the strength that exuded from Paul’s very pores. Yes, Paul had admitted that he was his boy. But Sal knew he was very much enslaved to the boy.
“I’m going to have the bunny moved,” Texas stated.
Sal turned to see his oldest friend cradling his exhausted boy in his arms. Kyle was Paul’s fiercest champion. Sal knew things were still not resolved with his boy’s twin, if the look of determination was anything to go by from the glittering purple eyes.
“Who do you trust?” Sal knew he couldn’t be the one to do it. He didn’t want to be near the boy again.
“Bear,” Texas replied, “It will put a strain on the kid, but he’ll be head of security until Bear gets back.”
Sal nodded. Looking at the worn expression around Texas’ eyes, he said, “I’ll let J.B. know, take care of your boy.”
Texas actually hugged Kyle closer, surprising Sal. It really shouldn’t have, he thought, Kyle had wormed his way into the mob boss’ heart and softened him in ways no one had before.
“What about Frank?”
Texas’ expression spoke of pain and mayhem. “She’ll have to wait a little longer. But I will be the one who questions her.”
They went their separate ways. Texas had his boy. Sal wondered if he and Paul really would be together again.
Or would war destroy everything?
*~*
His Kitten wouldn’t look at him. He gently washed the blood from his boy’s body and carried him back to their bed. Kyle pushed away and huddled near the head board.
“Talk to me.”
The blonde head snapped up. He snatched his device from the bedside table.
~Why didn’t you tell me?
Texas sat on the opposite end of the bed. He had a feeling if he got too close, he would feel his Kitten’s claws.
“Georgia upped the ante with taking out the three targets,” Texas replied.
~You are sure it is her? The message was accompanied with a low growl.
“Yes.”
~Were you going to fuck the boy?
Texas pulled back as if his boy had slapped him. “I don’t answer to you, Kitten.”
Wrong move, he thought warily. Kyle threw the device at his head and scrambled off the bed. With jerky movements, he pulled out jeans and a t-shirt.
“Where do you think you are going?”
Kyle pointed to his face and then his heart.
“No.”
His boy ignored him and walked towards the door. He picked him up and had him flat on his back in seconds. Kyle fought and squirmed but Texas used his greater height and weight to subdue him.
Purple eyes glittered with fury.
“No,”
Kyle went limp and Texas could see the silvery tracks of tears. He cuddled his boy onto his chest and pushed the device back into his boy’s hands.
“I can’t fix it, if you don’t talk to me.”
~Were you going to use the boy to replace Paul in every way?
“No. He’ll be used as a whore, but he will never be mine.”
Kyle studied him for a long moment and typed out a message slowly.
~There is something that I want you to do, master.
Texas lifted a brow. The fight seemed to have gone out of his boy and he was remembering to submit. “Anything, Kitten.”
Kyle lifted Texas’ hand and curled it into a fist. He pointed to the fist and then spread his denim clad legs wide and touched his ass.
“Why would you want me to do that to you?” Texas asked, almost hesitantly.
~Because I belong to you, master. I want to belong to you in everyway. It was Paul’s final test for ownership. Own me.