Chapter Eight
Collar Free Night
Destiny’s boyfriend was a few years older than her. She was putting him through medical school. Paul knew this, though he wished he didn’t, because Destiny liked to talk about her personal life, and Paul knew better than to protest to hearing about it because Destiny didn’t tolerate jealousy among her customers. She was an entertainer and making her customers, even her regular, cherished boys, hear about her boyfriend was a way to remind them of their place. Paul had come to accept this, mostly because he had no choice, but also because he did require the occasional reminder.
Still, he rarely broached the subject himself, but lovingly kissing her behind had become a part of their routine together at the club and also an integral part of Paul’s fantasy
