"Yeah, it's been my life these past few months."

Your gang leader smirked; he was enjoying the conversation. He flirtatiously touched your thigh under the table. And you could feel his warm hand rubbing against the smooth fabric.

The two of you are enjoying the dinner and the bottle of wine. It seems the **** is loosening the two of you up. He's getting bolder, and his hand is traveling north.

You are starting to feel a bit tipsy; the wine is making you lightheaded. He's playing with your hair, and the man is getting touchy-feely. His hands are wandering all over your body, and he is making you feel a little uneasy.

"Tyson, you are a nice guy."

"Thanks; I can say the same about you." He said it, grinning. "I mean, nice girl. You look amazing. I can't believe I was against you at first. I thought about... Never mind. That's in the past."

The two of you continue the conversation, as his hands are all over the place. He's touching your thighs and rubbing the innermost region. The man is making you hot and bothered, and the wine is clouding your judgment.

"Hey, you are a great catch. I can't believe a guy never snatched you up."

"I'm glad no one did."

"Good, because I would hate to have to kill someone."

"Don't worry; there is no need for that. I'm all yours. A sissy slut for a powerful king."

"Yes, and I want a slut. My slut."

"You got me. You have control."

The dinner ends, and the two of you walk outside. The car is waiting. He said. "You know. I really don't want to send you back yet. Will you come back to my pad and keep me company tonight?"

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