"All right, it's fine, and don't do it. It's not that important and as you said, it's been more than a year now," He said smiling.
His hand moved over Adrian's body, mapping it possessively. "Jesus Christ, yes, I can't even think. You drive me crazy. You know when we were talking about Masters giving out their subs, I could never. I'd have to kill someone for touching you and that would be bad." He traced Adrian's collarbone with a finger. "You're mine. You can be fucking me, but you're still mine."
He chuckled, ignoring the glare. "Why don't we talk about something more pleasurable? Your birthday, what are your shifts? We can celebrate that Wednesday if you're free, or we can do it the weekend before. I'd say the one after, but you'd die on me. So what do you think? Next weekend? You tell me what days you're free, and we go."