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I pet the top of his head again. “Of course. And consent can always be taken away. Also, your safe word is there for a reason. If you use it, we stop a scene and are done for the day. We’ll talk about it, and I’ll take care of you, give you what you need, but then we’ll start again the next time.”

He nods, his eyes looking slightly glazed over.

“Bondage? Leashes? Plugs? Toys?”

“I’m about to come in my pants if that tells you anything. The only things I can tell you for sure I’m not into are scat, blood, and I’m iffy on breath play. No knives either. Otherwise, I’m pretty open to trying new things. I’ll be the first to tell you if I don’t like it.”

I hold back the smile that pulls at my lips. I don’t doubt he would tell me, and I love that about him.

This is your last chance to stop this. This is JT… Are you sure it’s what you want?The questions fill my head again. I do want this. Want him. Want to be the one to give him all the things he needs.

I can keep him safe while fulfilling his desires.

But really, I’m that selfish. I’m doing this for me because for whatever reason, I want the boy on his knees, looking up at me like I’m his whole damn world.

It’s dangerous, but there’s no going back now.

“Take off your shirt.” The words come out soft but demanding.

“Yes. Thank you, Sir.” JT tugs the blue fabric over his head, folds it, and sets it on the floor.

“That was a very nice surprise. I like a tidy sub.”

“I’m not tidy at home, but somehow I knew I would need to be for you.”

My cock throbs, heart beating against my chest like a fist. “Because that’s your job, to please me. To do what I want. It’s what you were made for, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir,” JT says on practically a whimper.

“Stand up.” He does. “Take off your pants. Leave the jockstrap on.”

His fingers shake as he obeys, but I know it’s with hunger and want, not because he isn’t as into this as me. His dick is hard beneath the sky-colored pouch of his underwear, a small wet spot forming where his cock is leaking.

I scoot over until I’m in the middle of the couch. “Lie on my lap so I can turn that pretty ass of yours pink.”

“Yes. Please, Sir. Thank you.”

JT lies over my thighs, his pale ass cheeks so sexy and plump with the black bands of the jock beneath them. I remember what his tight, pink hole looked like, seeing it open and taking a dildo for me. I want that again, crave so many things with the man giving himself to me. In my home, he’s mine. My submissive. My boy. The man who will take what I give him and beg for more.

“Please touch me.” JT pushes his ass up, the hard length of his cock rubbing against my legs.

“I will, pet. Be patient. You’re so pretty here.” I dance the tips of my fingers over the curve of his right ass cheek, watching goose bumps chase my touch. I see the soft fuzz of hair in his crease, and I still can’t decide if I want to keep it or if I want to shave him.

“What if I told you to go into the bathroom with me right now so I can shave this?” I run a finger down his crack.

“I would do it because it’s what you want…and I would like it for the same reason.”

Christ, that was the perfect response. It makes my blood sing, makes me feel a possessiveness over him that is completely unfamiliar to me. “Good boy.” I pull my hand back and slap it down on his right cheek—not too hard, but enough to sting and pull a sharp inhale from him.

“You like that?”

“Yes, Sir. So much. Will you do it again?”

I smile, feeling warm and sated in a way that only this dynamic can give me. I smack his ass again, this time not giving him a reprieve before I do it a third time, then a fourth, each one slightly harder than the one before.

JT writhes beneath me, pressing his hard cock to me, fucking my thighs as I spank his ass in a way we both need.

“Don’t you dare come. You won’t like the repercussions if you do. Remember: your orgasms are mine, and you can only give in to them when I say you can.”

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