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I can see him working through it in his head, trying to make a decision he shouldn’t have to make so quickly.

“You don’t have to tell me today.”

Jay smiles, and I can feel it in my chest. “I’m not ashamed of what we do, of what we give each other. In some ways it’s been difficult because it’s just something else about me they won’t understand, something else that makes me different, but then I think about how I feel when I’m with you, what it does to me inside, which is even more important than the sexual response. This is who I am, and I don’t think there is anything wrong with that. I want them to know about us, and if that means they knowabout our dynamic too, so be it. No one can make me believe that what we’re doing is wrong, Marshall. Not when it makes me feel more like myself than anything ever has before.”

My heart jumps into my throat, making it hard to breathe. I’ve spent my whole life working, focusing on being successful and enjoying my life, yes, but for all my talk on being fulfilled, I’ve never had that. I’ve never known what my purpose is, and now, sitting here with this beautiful man at my feet, I feel like I’ve finally found it. I don’t know how to even put it into words, but it’s in the way Jay is fully himself, even when it’s not easy. In the way he enjoys the simple things in life. Jay is independent and caring, and he makes me have fun. I didn’t realize how much I needed that. He’s beautiful in his submission and makes me want more, want him. He is what I hadn’t known I’d been waiting for. He is what I’ve been missing.

“You perfect fucking boy. Come here.”

Jay beams at me before climbing onto my lap and straddling my thighs. I run my hands up his back, his neck, tangle one in his hair, then pull his mouth down on mine. Jay gives up control to me, lets me lead the kiss, decide how fast and how deep, my tongue swooping in to take possession of his mouth.

He writhes against me, little whimpering sounds pulling from the back of his throat. As ridiculous as it sounds, it’s as if my whole world is right here in my arms. I never saw this for myself, didn’t think I wanted it or that I would ever have it, but I would risk everything that’s important to me for this sweet boy.

My hands make a journey south again, collecting the fabric of his shirt in my hands. I pull away from his mouth enough to say, “Raise your arms.”

Jay does so immediately, and I pull the shirt off him, setting it on the couch beside us. The muscle definition in his chest is different from mine, but likely every bit as strong. He’s just got leaner muscle where I’m broader.

His skin is warm against mine as I touch him everywhere, my gaze traveling over his body because he’s my favorite place for my eyes to be.

I slip my hands beneath his jeans, not as far as I’d like them to go because of our position, but enough to make him tremble. “I think it’s time I claim what’s mine… Time for me to fill this little hole and watch you come apart on my cock.”

“God yes. Please, Sir. Make me yours. Ruin me for anyone else.”

A wave of possessiveness sweeps over me, knocking me down and pulling me under. I’ve never felt anything like it before, not so deep in the marrow of my bones.

“You’re mine now, sweet boy.” I hold his chin so he’s looking at me.

“Yes, Sir. Will you show me?”

I can’t stop the smile taking over my face. “I’d like nothing more.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

JT

As silly asit sounds, my legs feel jittery as I follow my Sir upstairs. Today hasn’t gone anything like I expected it would. I had worried because I knew he was meeting up with Dad. I’d stressed out all day, fear clinging to me that when I got to Sir’s house, he would tell me this is over…

But he didn’t.

He wants me.

More than just for sex and dominating me.

I’d never thought I was the person to need that validation. I’ve worked hard on being confident in who I am and pushing through despite what others think, but as much as it breaks my heart that Marshall is risking his relationship with my family for me, it also made everything slide into place—things I’d never known were out of place. This is who I am and who I’m supposed to be. Marshall and I…for whatever reason, we fit together, like two pieces of a puzzle. I know it deep down to the marrow of my bones. Maybe it was always supposed to be that way, maybe there was some great plan all along, one we didn’t know about or could control, and it’s finally come to fruition.

Or maybe we’re just really fucking lucky.

All I know is I want him, want more of him. Want all of him.

“How are you feeling? Is there anything you need before we play?” Sir asks when we get to his room.

I shake my head, excited for whatever he has in store for me. These moments between us fulfill something inside me, and thefact that we’re here in this moment shows that Marshall knows that about me. It’s exactly what I need. “No, Sir. I just want you.”

“Okay. If you change your mind, let me know.”

“I know. You’ll always stop if I need it.”

“I will. Now for something a little different. What are your thoughts on enemas?”

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