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“Heavy, Daddy, but it doesn’t hurt or anything.”

“Good, I’m glad. On your stomach now.”

He helps me roll onto my front, positioning me exactly how he wants me before dragging his fingers lightly over my swollen and bruised ass. I moan lightly as discomfort shoots through me, but Daddy soothes me and presses a soft kiss to the back of my shoulder.

“I’ll put more cream on you after we shower. Or do you want a bath?”

“Shower, Daddy. Please.”

“Anything you want, baby. Good boys get rewarded.”

“Pretty sure I can still taste your cum,” I snark. “I’d say that’s reward enough.”

He laughs. “Ah, there’s my snippy doctor.” He presses another kiss to my shoulder, only this one is paired with a sharp bite, making me whine a little.

“Up, we both have things to do today.” He lightly swats my ass and I hiss, making him laugh.

Gingerly, I sit on the edge of the bed, making sure my body is steady before trying to stand. Soren watches me carefully, his bright blue eyes assessing me as I test putting weight on my legs.

When I’m sure I won’t collapse once I’m upright, I stand. I’m wobbly, but my head is clear and my muscles ache in a good way—except for my ass, of course.

Soren reaches for my hand and I let him lead me into the bathroom. It’s awkward to use the toilet with him in the room, but he does a good job of pretending he’s not watching my every move as he turns the shower on.

The cage is designed so that it’s not a hardship to do what I need to do, I just can’t get hard. The heavy weight of the metal makes it nearly impossible for me to forget it’s there, but as I follow Soren into the shower, it gets easier to ignore.

Soren laughs as my cheeks heat when he starts washing me. “All the things we’ve done in the past twelve hours and me bathing you is what embarasses you?”

I shrug a little. “What can I say, I’m a complicated man, Daddy.”

He laughs again, but his eyes are soft when they meet mine. “That you are, Doc.”

From anyone else, it would be mocking, or even a dig at the…sharp parts of my personality, but I know Soren well enough by now to know he doesn’t mean it like ninety percent of people.

Hearing him call me Doc though… It triggers a memory from the previous night. And the in-the-moment good feelings I had aren’t there now, in the light of day.

Soren reaches up to brush wet hair away from my forehead. “What just went through your mind?” he asks softly.

I don’t want to say it, don’t want to pop the soft and quiet bubble between us, but I also know that’s not how this works.

Sighing, I say, “You called me Ashby…”

Soren winces and guilt fills his expression. “I’m sorry. It slipped out in the moment, and when you didn’t react, I went with it. I should have stopped and checked in with you. We had an entire conversation about boundaries for a reason, and the first chance I get, I fucked up.”

“I want to say it’s okay, but…it’s not, not really.”

Soren cringes and a pang goes through me at the knowledge that my words have put such a wounded expression on his face.

Bringing a hand up, I thread my fingers through his wet hair. Taking a liberty I normally wouldn’t with any other Dom, I pull on his hair, tugging his head back and forcing him to look up at me.

“I didn’t say it to make you feel bad; you’re right in that we’ve already had this discussion. And crossing a line like thatisa big deal, but…I didn’t hate it. At least, not in the moment. I can’t handle hearing my name in an everyday setting, that’s not who I am anymore, but…maybe in a scene it won’t be so traumatic.”

He shakes his head and I tighten my grip in his hair, stilling the motion. “You don’t have to say that just to appease my guilt. I am so, so sorry, Doc. I wanted to hurt you in agoodway last night, and I ended up doing the opposite.”

“No, that’s my point. It didn’t hurt, not then. Because you had me so focused on you, and what you were doing to me. I didn’t have to be anything or anyone but yours, and that makes all the difference. So…maybe not every time, but if the situationcalls for it, or it’s natural, then…I’ll be okay with you using my first name.”

Bright blue eyes that shine with far too many emotions than I can decipher, stare up at me, and I let him see the sincerity in my gaze.

“You’ll tell me if this isn’t what you want? If I fuck up and step too far out of line?”

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