Chapter 6

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We were panting after melding our naked and chiseled bodies in sexual delight. Sticky, sweaty, and spent, he took me in his arms and promised never to share me with anyone else. He chanted in a mock-stern manner, “Your ass is all mine, Dixon.”

I believed him, believing in his protection. I was his in full, surrendering my life and heart to him as his future husband. I wasn’t going to lose my identity or become his handsome token. I’d never been arm candy, and I certainly didn’t plan on becoming arm candy any time soon. Rather, we’d formed an agreement : He’d use my well-built body for his sexual needs, whenever and wherever he desired; he promised never to sleep with another man; and his heartfelt emotions convinced me that he’d wanted to keep me forever.