#Chapter69
/"You don't have to wear the socks if you don't want to,/" Deacon was quick to assure, having copped sight of the way I was staring at them. /"I think they're adorable, but you don't have to./"
/"Have you worn them?/" I asked, making a face as I pictured him in them. There was something wrong with that image.
Deacon shook his head. /"No. They're brand new. I only took the tags off so I could fit them in the bottom draw./" He pointed at the bottom drawer that was built into the wardrobe for effect. /"I wouldn't ask you to wear or use something that one of my previous Little's had used. It would be disrespectful to you./"
I glared at the socks, wondering what little fucker had pranced around in their own knee-highs, begging for my Deek's attention. I quickly dismissed that thought. I doubted they had ever made him fucking gasp and moan the way I had earlier.
Noooot that I fucking cared either way.
/"Want me to put them back?/"
