Chapter 43

“What’s that?” Dexter asked.

“I’m thinking about getting a tattoo.”

“That right?”

He still played with Colin’s dick. It was soft at the moment, but that wouldn’t last if he kept at it. Colin came about thirty minutes ago. Dexter had learned that if he played it right—treated him good and gentle for a while—he could get at least two or three, sometimes even four, orgasms a night. And Colin would start begging and pleading for them no matter how bossy the little shit was with him beforehand. Still, no matter how hard and rough Colin wanted to be pounded into and loved being destroyed and wrecked during sex, it was the being affectionate and cared for afterward that really made everything worth it. Dexter figured that was what he craved even more, even if Colin didn’t realize it.

“Yeah.” He met Dexter’s eyes. “What do you think?”

“I think…” Dexter brushed his thumb over the tight curls above Colin’s crotch. “Property of Dexter Erikson…”