Don't want to escape

"Go ahead and pick out the one you like for today," I told her. Brynne grinned from my wardrobe door and then disappeared back into it. "Well, I love the purple ones, but I think today we'll go with this one," she announced as she emerged with a blue tie in her hand. She sauntered up to me and draped the silk around my neck. "It matches your eyes, and I love the color of your eyes."

I love when you say the word love in reference to anything about me. I watched her expression as she worked on knotting my tie, biting, just the corner of her luscious, bottom lip in concentration; I was loving her attentions and not loving the fact that she had obviously practiced on somebody else. She had stood right up against some other bloke and tied his tie for him. I knew it. I tried not to envision that it was morning when she performed this service for the cocksucker and that she'd not spent the previous night sucking said cock- sucker's cock. I was such a jealous bastard now. I'd never been jealo