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food was compatible. “You don’t even know
what I like to eat.”
    “You will like what I like,” he said sensibly.
    I let the incredibly sexist comment go. Curiosity got the
best of me and I shuffled to his side, watching as he took what looked like
granola from one bag and dates from another.
    “How long have you been a Dom?”
    He poured the grains into the bowls. “This is my life path.
I have always been a Dom.”
    I had the distinct impression his life path had been
assigned to him, though he certainly appeared content with the choice. “How
many submissives have you had?”
    “Several in my training, but they weren’t really mine.”
    The subtle hint that I was his unsettled me. Even though I
didn’t understand what that meant yet, I could do much worse than Marcus
Alexis. “How many real submissives do Doms usually have?”
    “Only one. We bond for life, little sub.”
    My stomach did a summersault. As mind-altering as that was,
I couldn’t or wouldn’t think about it now. Soon it wouldn’t matter anyway. I
would convince the leaders of this crazy planet that I didn’t belong here and
they would find a way to get me back home.
    When I reached for one of the granola-filled bowls, he
snatched my wrist. “ I feed you.”
    For the life of me I didn’t know why he thought I was useless.
Though I couldn’t remember who I was, I was perfectly capable of feeding
myself. Scowling, I sat on a bench that had been pushed under a rustic table.
“Why are you treating me like a child?”
    “What is a child?” he said, with a curious expression.
    The question floored me. Fine hairs spiked on the nape of my
neck as the meaning of his question hung thick in the air. “How old are you,
Marcus?”
    “Old?”
    “What is your age?”
    Still puzzled, Marcus glanced at me like I was speaking
gibberish. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    That was impossible, it had to be. I tried another angle.
“What did you look like when you were born, when you first came to Borealis?”
    His mood lightened. “Oh, you mean the day God created me?”
    That was an odd way to put things. “Yes.”
    He shrugged as he sat next to me, a bowl in each hand. “I
looked how I look now.”
    My throat almost closed up. I couldn’t believe what I was
hearing. “Your first day of life, you looked just like this?” I asked, my hands
gesturing to his athletic physique.
    “Yes, but without clothes.”
    “You weren’t smaller?”
    He cocked his head and gaped at me like I was thick-headed.
“I looked like this on my first day of life and I will look like this on my
last.”
    “Exactly like this?”
    “Of course.”
    My hand flew to my mouth and I sat awkwardly still, unable
to speak. No birth, no children, no aging, how could that be?
    “You’re upset.” There was a hint of alarm in his voice. “Let
me empty your troubled thoughts.”
    He took a handful of granola and held it cupped in front of
my mouth.
    Upon seeing my confusion, he pulled it to his own mouth and
ate a bite. “Like this.” He moved his hand near my lips and smiled with
encouragement. “You’ll like it.”
    He wanted me to eat out of his hand! After a deep breath I
steadied myself. You need to fit in. It’s only granola, not worms or
kittens. Shut up and eat it!
    Cautious, I opened my mouth little by little while my eyes
stayed on Marcus. After a brief internal debate, I took a bite of the granola,
scraping my teeth against his palm as I did so. It was extraordinary. “Mmm.”
    The flavors were more fragrant and complex than I expected.
My mouth was moist, not dry as I chewed it. After my first swallow, I lowered
my mouth on his hand again, appreciating the sensuality of eating out of his
hand. When only a few grains remained, I licked my lips. “That was good.”
    When he still hadn’t removed his hand from under my chin, I
frowned and he nodded at me.
    “Eat all of it, little sub.”
    “I have,” I insisted.
    “There is