The cigarette was much needed, he waited until he could take a long drag to respond. "I've no where else to go, Roman. Lynda ran off, the house was taken back, and everything I had belongs to you now." He gestured with his cigarette hand when he spoke. They hadn't officially owned the house they had been staying in, but that was beyond the point. Peter no longer owned himself and the chip in the back of his neck said so.
Taking another drag, Peter wondered in which way Roman would decide to mark him as his. The auction house people mentioned tattoos, brandings, and collars, all of which sounded horrible. Peter had bite in her personality, but he was a submissive underneath it all. It wasn't like he was an alpha, but he verbally fought against the dom types. His expression one of melting anger and dazed spaciness, he ran his hand down his face.
"So you want me on the couch?" No matter what they said to each other there was always an innuendo that could be found within their banter.