"You're my kept bitch."

Rekker said that with so much love. He gave Bjorn the money to do with as he wished. He opened his mouth to the Swede and shoved his tongue into his mouth. He wanted him so badly but not so badly that he wouldn't wait him out to hear the begging.

"You'd like that." Rekker whispered in his ear. "I remember you on my counter for your birthday."