Which means you should suffer a bit.”“And what is that supposed to mean?” Xavier asked with a bit of trepidation starting to pool in his upper b...lly while showing none of it.“It means that I am taking you home. My home. What will happen next, I’ll have to think about it. If I haven’t thought already,” Ayn added enigmatically.Xavier looked at the other briefly. Ayn looked content, in control. Something Xavier used to be, just several hours prior. Or so he thought.~A Good Servant~Dion knocked. I walked up to the door, and it opened before I knocked. I was invited in by an incredibly gorgeous brunette in a tight, black mini dress and heels.“Please come in. We’ve been expecting you.”“Excellent. My name is-““D,” She finished for me. “Of course, we’ll call you whatever you want us to call you. We have no names. They aren’t important to us unless they are names you decide to use on us.”She closed the door as I stepped into the foyer. It was marvelously appointed in a classic, almost. He apologized to Waite, and Waite graciously accepted. The audience applauded and made a fuss for a while. Soon, however, the attention died down as the gamblers returned to their pastimes.Waite took his winnings to the cage and asked the cashier to give him an accounting, and a chit for the winnings. He would cash in after they arrived in St. Louis, where he would have the company of a Pinkerton or two.Waite returned to the cabin to find all the women in the big bed. None of the other rooms in. I bet you stand in front of the mirror all the time,ogling yourself and playing with your tits. You fucking love it."It's an outrageous accusation, designed specifically to heighten thetension between us. And it has the desired effect, because now I want himto make a move on me just to bring the situation to a head."Maybe I do," I say softly, and as our eyes meet once again mine respondto the challenge in that steely gaze with an invitation I know he won't beable to resist.When he steps.