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“Wh–what the hell?” I ask, or I try to. My throat is far too dry to be sure I’ve actually gotten the words out.

Movement out of the corner of my eye has me turning my head. Doc gets up from where he was sitting off to the side. He grabs a bottle of water with a straw that was sitting on the nightstand, and brings it to my lips.

Taking slow, careful sips of the water, I tug at the cuff around my wrists, listening to the chain rattle against the headboard. Doc sets the water to the side and climbs onto the bed, straddling my hips.

“You’re not mad, are you? James thought I was crazy, but Roman agreed it was the best course of action, since it’s what his lovers would have done to him.”

“I’m not mad, baby. I'm confused as to why you drugged me and chained me to our bed, but I’m always down for some kinky fun.”

“You broke my one rule, Daddy,” he says simply. “I know it was a stressful time, and maybe I could forgive you, but Roman was there. He promised not to say anything, and so far, he’s kept up that part of the deal, but still…”

It takes a moment for me to connect the dots, my drug-addled brain taking longer than it should to figure out what he’s talking about. My stomach swoops and I look into his amber eyes, hoping he can see the sincerity in mine.

“I’m sorry. I was terrified I was going to lose you. I didn’t mean to slip up.”

“You said it in front of Dima, too.”

I groan at the reminder.

He slides his hands up my chest. “I understand. I don’t blame you for the slip up in front of Roman, but…I can’t very well let it go. After all, if it were my mistake, I would have been punished. And anyone who thinks Daddies don’t need to be punished when they screw up are too forgiving.”

“Maybe. I think everyone should be held accountable for their actions, yes, but these types of relationships work differently than others.”

“I know. I’m just saying, even if it’s a groveling session and a new toy—sexual or not—everyone needs to be held accountable. I just went about it in a different way than others.”

I rattle my chains again. “Yes, but, baby?”

“Hmm?”

“You do know I’ll have to punish you in return, right? I agree that I should have to make up for breaking your one rule, butyou can’t drug your Daddy. I don’t care who told you it was a good idea; everyone in the main Family is a bit twisted, and their judgment shouldn’t be trusted.”

He stares at me for a long moment before exhaling with a quiet, “Fuck.”

“Indeed.” I grin at him as realization sinks in.

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“Mmm, I bet you are. Doesn’t mean you’re not in deep shit.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Now,” — I tug on my cuffs and shift my hips a little — “care to release me?”

Doc grins and wiggles his ass over my cock. “But think of all the fun we can have while you’re at my mercy.”

“Oh, really?”

“Mmhmm.” He leans down and kisses me, long and deep. “You said you liked kinky fun.”

“So I did.”

“Let me show you how much I love you, Daddy. And how appreciative I am of having you in my life…”

Kissing his way down my neck and chest, Doc doesn’t hesitate when he gets to the waistband of my pants. Sliding down the bed, he spreads my legs apart and settles in between them.

My cock hardens at every ministration from him, and my heart pounds in anticipation.

He grabs the waistband of my pants, fingers brushing against my bare skin. “Can I make you come, Daddy?”

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