I shrug it off my shoulders and smile down at you, "Hands behind your head."You do as I say and lift your arms behind your head, the action pushing yo...ur breasts together and I see you smile that wicked smile at me, your eyes travelling up and down my body in lustful anticipation. I grin back at you as I step out of my clothes, standing naked in front of you, my cock hard and pointing at you as I slowly stroke it for you. "I'm going to enjoy you, little one."I crawl up the bed with my belt in my. " His grip tightened slightly preventing me from turning to face him. "I love you, Tak. I love you more than I thought I could love someone. More than I thought I could even be willing to love. I want to grow old with you and, shit, adopt kids with you and all that stupid family crap. But Tak, your Dad hates me. I mean, he hates me. And right now, you can't just walk." I'll worry about my Father, Joey." I hated the fact that he was right. It killed my mood and I pushed out of his arms. "He will. It was a spur of the moment idea. Not much I suppose. Perhaps be ordered about a bit more, maybe made to wear a skimpy dress." I really hadn't considered how I would cope with the slave part of the offer."How would you feel if I said that I wanted to take the term slave literally?" What like chaining me up and whipping me and forcing me to do sex things?" My voice and face must have showed their shock but I felt a strange tingle between my legs and my nipples started to harden. A tingle of. She had shrugged it off and continued to work out. A week later nearly everyone had picked up that nickname. And he regretted it.Hiding in cover, waiting for the mortar fire to die down they had started to talk, really talk.Somehow, after that, they ended up spending most of their free time together. Bantering away the boring times, talking, laughing. Mostly about him, his family, his life back home.Asking her about hers the only reply he got was “There is no-one”. And he had understood.He had.