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“Shoot.” I liked their questions. I liked this. So, so much.

“Do you have any toys?”

“Toys? Like toy cars?” I was laughing. I knew what they meant. I was just buying myself time to calm down.

“I’m going to do some research,” they said. “Get some things for us to…try. See if we can find out what that kink of yours is. What really gets you going.”

“And what is your kink?”

They smiled. “I’m not going to even tell you, because…well…it’s something I’ll never make you do. Boundaries, Jonny. I won’t ever cross them. But you know what really turns me on?”

“No. Tell me,” I whispered.

“There are children in the room.” They grinned.

“Whisper,” I begged.

“Just the thought of being balls deep in your arse. You begging me to go harder. Wanting it.”

“Huh.” I could feel myself getting hotter, the tingling in my groin spreading in all directions.

“Did that make you hard?” they murmured. The tip of their tongue nudged my nose. A lick of my bottom lip.

“Tease.”

“I know you said no anal, but maybe we can explore other options. One day…” they mused. “For now? Early start tomorrow. Come. Cuddle up. Get some rest. And wake me if you need me.”

“Okay.” I wriggled, tried to settle against them. No good. I was hot. Uncomfortably so, despite the cool darkness in the room, the soft snoring of the kids and Mabel, right there beside me.

I was unsettled again, but not because I was scared. The nighttime demons were quiet for once. I was struggling to conceal the way my breath was hitching, my rampant need to be close to them.

“Jonny?” they whispered.

“Hmm?”

“Do you want to sneak out in the living room with me and sit on the sofa so I can take care of that delightful erection you have going on?”

Oh, good gracious, yes.

“Yes, please.”

26. Jonathan

I’d asked them to take control.

I was also terrified of not being in control, but that fear was, oddly, what I needed to keep me sharp. I couldn’t make sense of it.

My skin prickled in the cold air, and I grabbed the throw from the back of the sofa and pulled it over my chest, then pushed it away. Too hot. Too cold.

Mabel was on their knees on the floor, doing things…to my penis. I had to stifle a giggle because this was so surreal that I didn’t know what to do with myself.

Also?

“Stay still,” they commanded, tugging at my hips until I was half-lying with one leg up, my foot on the edge of the sofa cushion, the other leg flailing as my body spasmed.

I was so turned on that I was dizzy. Their tongue moved up my shaft, down again, fingers pushing me apart, then their tongue again, going down.

“Shhhh,” they warned, shooting me a small smile.

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