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He nods. “I like that.” He opens his mouth, leans in, and takes the bite. Jay chews and swallows before I feed him another. His cheeks are pink, a floaty look in his eyes, and the half grin never leaves his face.

“You’re preening,” I say before taking a bite for myself.

“That’s because a sexy man is feeding me. It makes me feel special. Like I’m precious.”

I’ve been with countless men and women over the years, many of them telling me something similar, but the pride I feel in hearing it from Jay is completely new. It’s a sense of fulfillment that should have me calling off this whole thing right now, but instead, I reach out and hold his chin. “Youareprecious.” And when he grins fully, I pull my hand back and slap him.

“Oh fuck,” he groans. “Do that again. Holy shit, it’s getting me hard.”

I chuckle. “You’re not the boss here, are you?”

“Marshall,”he whines, but I ignore him, filling the fork again and holding it out for him.

We continue to eat, me feeding most of it to Jay but taking some for myself as well. He clearly enjoys it, kneeling there while he’s fed. This part is new for me. I don’t typically feed my subs this way, but I had a feeling Jay would like it, and I do too.

When dinner is done, I motion toward the sink. “Wash our dishes, please.”

“Well, that’s not fun.”

“No, but you like me telling you what to do.”

He groans. “Ugh. Yes.” Jay stands, and I slap his ass. “Ouch! Shit.”

“A little more respect, please. Nough yeses.”

The look in his eyes changes, like he’s disappointed in himself. “Sorry, Sir. I wasn’t thinking.”

“You’re fine. Now go do the dishes so I can look at that pretty ass of yours.”

“Yes, Marshall.” He grabs the plate and heads over. I definitely do watch his cute plump ass, red from my hand, while he rinses the dishes before loading them in the dishwasher. When he’s finished, he dries his hands, then comes straight over and kneels in front of me again.

I don’t speak, just look at him. He’s such a natural, and it’s clear how much he craves it. “Let’s get you home.”

“Can I stay a little longer?”

The hope in his voice is impossible to deny. He’s going to have me wrapped around his finger, and there is nothing I can do about it. With a sigh, I say, “Follow me.”

Jay crawls behind me into my home office. I pull off my jeans and underwear and sit in the chair. “Come here. Under the desk. I’m going to work, and you’re going to nurse my cock.”

“Under the desk?”

“Is there a problem with that?”

Jay shakes his head. “No…just different. I feel like I’m in a porno.”

His silliness makes me smile. It brings a bit of levity to my life that I don’t have day in and day out.

He crawls under. Luckily, my desk is tall enough that he can rest his cheek on my thigh, taking my soft dick into his mouth and holding it there. The warm, wet suckle makes my skin tingle,but I try to ignore it, opening my email and checking it. I reply to a few, then pull up a report to look over.

Honestly, I pay shit attention to what I’m doing. It’s mostly for show because he wanted to stay and I didn’t want to deny him, but I’m also trying to remind us both what this is.

Every once in a while, I lower my hand, run my fingers through his hair, and tell him “You’re such a good boy for me,” or “Look at you, being the perfect place to hold my cock.”

Each time he trembles, looking up at me all blissed out and eager for more.

I let an hour go by before I say, “Time to go home.”

“You’re not going to use me again?”

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