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“Be-because I want to come so hard I can’t think anymore.”

“Don’t worry, Karsyn. When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to think or walk.”

“But–”

“Let Daddy take care of you. You just enjoy the ride.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I trusted Logan. I trusted him with all my heart. So why did I push his buttons so hard? Why couldn’t I relax more? Probably because, like August, I was a chronic overthinker. Instead of submitting to any given moment I fought and battled. It didn’t serve me well and it never had. Once I submitted to the pleasure Logan was giving me, it would feel even better.

CHAPTER 16

LOGAN

It had been about two weeks since I’d spent any time in person with August. I’d given him the space he’d asked for, but I missed him terribly.

Knocking on the front door with my foot made me slightly off-balance but I didn’t have much choice. I held his favorite coffee in my left hand and my paddle in the other. The paddle was larger and more intimidating than the one at my shop. I’d selected oak instead of the Lexan one he hated, but it wouldn’t matter much. It was a good thing he was off work tonight, otherwise the hard seats in the rig would have not been kind after I got through with his punishment. August opened the door and stopped dead in his tracks. He licked his lips, leaning one arm against the door jamb as if he’d planned our evening instead of me. I devoured him with my eyes, glancing at every muscle and dip. Wearing only a pair of navy sweats left little to the imagination.

When he stepped aside to let me in, I entered, twirling the paddle in my hand. August shut the door behind me, locking it. Though we were no longer together romantically, I was still holding him accountable for his actions. It was bad enough when an experienced submissive found themselves without their dominant due to a breakup. For a brand-new submissive to have their first dynamic end without any sort of safety net would have been much worse on him. It was like I had explained to Karsyn. I wouldn’t allow him to go through it alone. August hadn’t pushed back much. I took it as a sign that I could fix our relationship.

“I didn’t know you offered door-to-door services, Sir.”

“Are you calling me Sir because you know how much trouble you’re in, or is it something else?”

“I’ve been exceptionally well-behaved this week.”

“We disagree on the definition of behaving.”

“Bullshit.”

“Bold little thing. I’ve told you how I feel about cursing when we have things to discuss.” I relaxed against the counter and set the paddle down. Handing him the coffee, I appreciated the way his muscles flexed.

“Thank you for the coffee, Sir. But to clarify, I didn’t act up at all.”

“Would you like me to remind you of the number of ways you’ve poked me the past few days, babyboy?” I adored the way he squirmed against the kitchen island.

“I’ve followed every order you’ve given me.”

“Not immediately.”

August rubbed the scruff of his beard, either contemplating an answer or thinking about his attitude. “Logan–”

I captured his chin in between my fingers. “You slipped back to my name. Call me ‘Sir’ or ‘Daddy’ while I’m here.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now, since you seem to have forgotten the events of the week, I’m happy to tell you.”

‘That’s very kind of you, Sir.”

“Exceptionally.”

We stared at each other for a few moments. If he didn’t already have a hell of a punishment coming, I would have sent him to the corner with my handprints on his ass. Then he would have gotten into the mindset I needed him in faster.

“I received several naughty selfies while I was at my shop working, even though I’d made a point to tell you that I had received a large order to add to my inventory. For some reason, more photos came through my phone after that.”

“There may have been a delay per less-than-stellar cell service.”

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