Chapter Four
Saturday Night
My ass burned like it was on fire. We were in Becca’s bed and she held me close, whispering tender words of comfort. Of regret for my actions and sorrow for what she had to do. Of fondness and affection and hopes that she would never have to do anything like it again, that I would never give her reason to.
“I’m so sorry, my beautiful boy.”
I wanted to ask her what she was sorry for, but right then, disoriented and in real pain, I didn’t feel ready.
“Everything I said I could do, the pleasure I could give you, don’t you want that? Because I can and I will. I can be your perfect girlfriend. I can give you endless pleasure, support, delight, and comfort, if you can be my perfect boyfriend. All you have to do is adore me, serve me, delight me, and obey.”
She w
