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His whole body shudders and he lets out a gasping breath. Bringing my cock back to his hole, I thrust in, showing no mercy.

Holding myself up with my hands on either side of him, I fuck into him, hard.

Doc claws at the sheets, his moans and groans muffled as he presses his face into a pillow. My orgasm begins to build, the pleasure of taking him makes my head swim. Doc tries to thrust up, but I shove him down. “Stay put.”

He moans and I fuck into him faster than before, giving up all semblance of going slow and making this last. Dipping my head,I sink my teeth into the back of his neck, biting at him until I taste blood.

“Fuck!” he shouts, either ignoring my order on purpose, for the second time, or he's too far gone to realize he’s done so. “Daddy, please!” he cries.

Hearingthatname coming from his lips is too much and my orgasm takes over, forcing my cock to thrust in as deep as possible. When I come, a shout tears from my throat and my vision whites out for a moment, the orgasm more explosive than any I’ve ever had before.

Thrusting in and out of him a few times, spreading my cum deep inside him before I drop down onto him, draping myself over his back.

Our skin is slick with sweat, and it’s hard to catch my breath for a few minutes. Carefully, I slide my dick out of him. Doc groans at the sensation but doesn’t move.

“You okay?” I ask.

“Ye-yes, Sir.”

I hum and kiss what skin I can reach. “I don’t think that’s what you want to say, is it?”

He grumbles. “Which one is going to lock my dick up for breaking a direct order? The Daddy or the Dom?”

I laugh. “Both.”

“Figures.”

Moving onto the bed next to him, I move his hair away from his brow as he turns his face to look at me. “Was it worth the frustration?”

He huffs. “I came hands free, and called you Daddy. What do you think?”

Smiling, I lean in and kiss his mouth. “You can’t go five seconds without being a brat, can you?”

“Nope, sorry, Daddy.”

I snort and kiss him again. I'm content in a way I can’t say I’ve ever been before, and it’s all thanks to the brat next to me.

Daddy. The word bounces around in my head as Soren washes me. It’s not something I’ve ever considered for myself, the dynamic not one that seemed to match up with my needs and kinks.How wrong I was.

As Soren drags the washcloth over the bite marks he left on my body, I come to the realization that he’s shown me his nature from the very beginning. Maybe not full-on, but, from the get-go, he’s never hidden the type of kind and caring person he is. I had admired that about him, and saw it in the way he treated his patients. Having that focus turn on me in a verynotnurse/patient role is… It’s a heady feeling.

“Daddy.” The word is clumsy on my lips, but I say it anyway.

Soren looks up from where he’s dragging the washcloth down my legs. His bright eyes seem to soften as he studies me.

“It’s okay. I don’t expect it to feel natural to you, or for it to be easy to say; I know it’s new for you. Hell, you don’t have to say it at all, if you don’t want to.”

I shake my head. “It’s not that, it's just that I’m not used to it. I never expected to have one, you know? Never been interested. As I said, everyone else only wanted to be one in the bedroom, and that’s not my kink. But…I know we haven’t known each other long, yet I already feel better knowing I have someone other than James to rely on.” I shake my head again, letting out a long sigh.

“Maybe I’m jumping the gun, being stupid, but that’s how I feel.” Shrugging, I look away from him, unable to handle the weight of his gaze. “I don’t know if this dynamic, or even this…relationship, or whatever it is, is right for me. But I want to try.” So fucking badly do I want to try.

Soren drops the cloth to the floor and cups my face, pulling my mouth down to meet his. “So we’ll try, and hope we’re both not wrong.”

“Do you like eggs?”Soren asks as he moves around the kitchen.

“I do, hard boiled or over easy, no in between.”

He laughs and shakes his head. “Of course, why would there be with you? Okay, toast or English muffin?”

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