Chapter 39. His Slave

Jackson sits down on the bed and looks at me.

“So, am I to call you Ma’am or maybe Goddess? I think Lady or Queen would be quite good.” He looks at me, waiting for a response. I didn’t think this through at all.

“Which of them sends you wild? I know being called Sir makes me crazy,” he teases. I shake my head, trying to think, none do anything for me, to be honest, they are just words. Seeing that I have no idea, he keeps going.

“What will you call me? Boy, Puppy or maybe pet?” I can’t let him win this quickly.

“Shut up, you will call me Goddess, and I will call you whatever the hell I feel like at the time.” I move towards him, climbing on the bed.

“My turn,” I smile, grabbing the whip from the bag next to the bed.

“Off-limits lady, don’t even think about using that on me,” he laughs, pushing the whip away.

“Sorry, Pet, is this you giving in already? We switched roles, remember, so now I can do what you do.” I move my lips, start