"You're handing over authority to me by giving me the title. Are you certain you want to do that?" Holland continued on conversationally, keeping his movements steady, languid. Just enough to cause sensation.

He leaned over and brushed his lips across the broken skin of the bite, "I can teach you, take care of you, guide you, but I can also punish you and demand things of you. If that is what you want--keep calling me that. If you do not, we will end it today."

Not this. The sex. The meetings. The...friendship.

But for all the boundaries he would be giving Kell, it would go both ways. If that isn't what Kell wants, then it wouldn't be right for Holland to assume he could do certain things.