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Sighing, I lay down on him, enjoying the feel of skin on skin. “It’s not that I don’t like it, I just… I prefer something else. But that’s a conversation for another time.”

Doc wraps his arms around me, holding me close. “Why?”

“Because my other relationships started out differently than this one. We both knew what the score was going in. With you…” I raise my head and smile gently at him. “With you there’s something different. Our relationship is…more. I wish I knew how to explain it, but what you need, and what my other partners needed, are similar yet different.” Reaching up, I brush his hair away from his forehead.

“I want to take care of you in all the ways you need, Doc. Maybe it’s too early to say that, but I can see the need in you. James might tease you about needing a keeper, but we all know it’s more than just fond bullshit.”

Doc shifts underneath me, his cock dragging along the underside of mine, making us both groan.

“You want to take care of me,” he says in a breathless voice.

I nod. “I do. It’s in my nature to care for my partners. But I think we’re both aware it's deeper than that.”

He sucks in a breath. “I've never had a Daddy before. My experience has only shown me those who want to be one in the bedroom and that’s it, and that’s not my thing.”

“But a Daddy Dom is?”

He shrugs and his grip on me tightens. “I don’t know… I've never really thought about it. I know I don’t like age play though.”

Smiling, I dip my head and press a kiss to his lips. “Me either. I want to take care of you and support you in all the ways I can. I don’t mind stepping in if that’s what someone needs, but the reason my last serious relationship ended—other than the fact I couldn’t be out in the Bratva—was because our needs were too different.

“I want to help you find balance in your life, Doc. I’ll dominate and own you, but I’ll also take care of you in ways you’ve never imagined.”

He lets out a shuddering breath. “Yes, please…show me.”

Sliding down his body, I bite every inch of flesh within reach. Doc’s hands fall away and grip the bed sheets, his quiet gasps music to my ears.

I keep my hands light as I skim them across Doc’s body, letting my teeth leave their mark on him. There’s a need building in me, one that desperately says I need to mark this man asmine, to leave behind evidence for all to see that Doc belongs to no one else.

I’m not a possessive man, at least, I’ve never been one before. I might want to be my partner’s world, but that doesn’t mean I feel any need to own or possess them. That should be evident by the fact I don’t have a problem with James and Doc’s relationship. All that said, that doesn’t mean I won’t make it evident that Doc is mine to do with what I will.

Some of the marks I leave behind will fade within hours, but others are deeper, cutting into his flesh, making blood flood into my mouth. The coppery taste isn’t a deterrent, instead it encourages me to bite harder. Sucking up the blood from his skin, I bite him deeper, listening to the sound of his moans, and relishing in the way his body twitches every time I bite down.

When I get to his groin, I ignore his cock, licking the skin along his pelvis and taking in the smell of him. He whines and tries to thrust his hips, encouraging me to focus on his dick. Holding him down, I look up and meet his eyes. “Behave, boy, or I won’t let you come.”

Doc groans. “You’re making it impossible. I want you to fuck me,Sir, not tease me.”

“Oh, Doc, you haven’t seen any teasing yet.”

His eyes widen and I repress a smirk, wanting nothing more than to show him how much of a tease I can be. Except he’s not the only one on the edge, so as much as I want to drag this out longer, I am too impatient for that today.

That doesn’t mean I’m not going to try to drive him out of his mind.

Biting his inner thigh, I let up just before the skin breaks, already watching as the flesh around the teeth marks turn red. It’s going to bruise so beautifully, and I can’t wait to do it all over again once it fades.

Taking pity on Doc, I give his thick and leaking cock a few strokes, dipping my tongue into the slit and lapping up the pre-cum.

“Soren…please…” he gasps.

Sliding my tongue down his length, barely giving him a tease of what’s to come, I carefully bite at the base of his cock. Tightening my hold on him, I squeeze hard enough to discourage him from coming as he shouts, hips shooting off the bed.

“Are you trained to come on command?” I ask, licking the bite mark on his dick.

He gasps and tries to wiggle out away from me, but I don’t let him.

“Answer me, boy.”

“N-no, Sir,” he says. “I can hold it back fairly well, but it’s never been part of my play to come on command.”

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