Page 81 of Echoes of Fear

His giggle has my heart racing.

“Finish showing him whose boss and meet me in your playroom.”

After stepping on too many Legos throughout the house, I turned the old guest room into Knox’s playroom. I bought him everything his Little could possibly need and then some more. The room was relatively small, so I tore down the wall, separating this room from the one next to it. Most of the room is dedicated to my Pup. But, off to the side, everything is different. A large desk with multiple monitors and so many damn wires that took me ages to make safe sits against the wall.

That’s his work area.

“What’s my surprise, Papa?” he asks, not even noticing the new additions sitting in front of his closet.

“Blaze and Steel brought you something they think you might want back,” I explain. “They were waiting for the right time.”

Knox tilts his head, and I can’t get over how cute he looks in his full-body jammies. His Little closet is packed full of them.

And Lego shirts, of course.

“Turn around, Pup,” I smile.

It takes him a few seconds to notice, and when he does, he hops a few times and then runs to his old friends.

“What… Where…”

“I guess the girls told them what you had done, and they rushed to rescue them before the trash man could take them away.”

Tears roll down his face as he hugs each and every stuffie. All eighteen of them.

“I can’t believe they saved them,” he smiles. “This is the best day ever. Papa, can we bring them all to bed with us tonight?”

Laughing, I shake my head.

“There wouldn’t be any room for me or Titan,” I tell him. “How about you pick out one for each night? That way, they can have some personal time with you.”

“That’s a great idea,” he nods. “Hmm. Bluey, you’re first. You’ll love sleeping with us. Papa sings me to sleep every night.”

He grabs a little blue bear and cuddles him close.

“Wanna build a volcano with me, Papa?”

Before I can answer, he has his huge bucket of Legos poured onto the floor and jumps right into the middle.

“Owie,” he frowns down at the little blocks. “I think this one might be permanently attached to my hand.”

He shows me his hand where a piece is pressed into it, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re turning into a Lego boy,” I smile. “You’re lucky you were wearing your jammies, or you’d have them all over your body.”

His eyes widen with excitement, and I make a mental note to hide the Legos when I’m not home. Maybe even the glue.

***Knox***

My man is so freaking hot. I sat on the porch and watched him mow the yard. Shirtless, I might add. And, then, I watched ashe pulled the weeds with his bare hands. Again, shirtless. Then he drank an entire bottle of water… shirtless. He even had the audacity to stretch his back. Freaking shirtless.

And now he’s coming out of the attached bathroom… completely naked, apart from the towel wrapped around his waist.

I’m only sitting on the bed because I was ordered to.

Not because I want to watch. Not at all.

We’ve had sex multiple times now, but just the romantic kind. You know, with the kissing, and the I love you’s. Those are perfect. But right now, I want something a bit more. I need something. To submit. I want this man to use me in whatever way he wants.

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