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Sawyer let out a laugh. “Sorry, but that was super cute. You’d be willing to do those things because I asked you to try?”

Noah shrugged. “Well, yeah. It won’t work with me being a boy if I don’t listen to my Daddy.”

“You’re a true sweetheart.” Sawyer pressed a kiss to Noah’s temple. “I need to clarify. Is that coming from your need to please, or that you’re insecure about losing me?”

Noah considered the subtle differences that encompassed Sawyer’s question. “Interesting. I haven’t considered my motivations for being a boy, or how who I am inside speaks to my need to submit. Not for a long time, anyway.” He sighed. “I guess I figured out who I was and what I like early on, then simply carried on searching for the one Daddy to rule them all.”

“Hmm. That makes sense.”

Noah turned to Sawyer. “What does?”

“Why you keep allowing yourself to get involved with whoever shows interest in you without making sure they’ll meet your specific needs.” Sawyer brushed some hair from Noah’s eyes. “Kink isn’t a one-size-fits-all lifestyle.”

Noah nodded slowly. “Wow. That does explain a lot.” He regarded Sawyer with a smile. “Thanks.” He sucked in a deep breath. “So, should we make a list of chores for me?”

Not what he’d been hoping for on their first official day of being Daddy/boy, but he had to admit he felt good about the concept overall. It was nice to be submitting to someone who truly valued what he had to offer, and he was certain the satisfaction of pleasing Sawyer would make up for the boring housework.

Sawyer chuckled as he laced their fingers together. “Actually, when I brought up domestic discipline, I wasn’t referring to dirty laundry and scuffed floors. What I’d prefer to do with you is something more personal. Morning spankings, an exercise regimen, nutritional guidance. That sort of discipline.”

Noah blinked several times. “What? It sounds as if you’ll be my personal kink trainer.”

Sawyer chuckled. “That’s not entirely inaccurate. What do you say?”

Noah shifted on the sofa and crossed one leg. Then he wiggled around again, uncrossed, then crossed the opposite leg. He already worked out and liked to hike and swim, so that wasn’t such a big deal. Definitely a superior activity to advanced mopping and wiping. Spankings were amazing, however, this type sounded sort of clinical. But nutrition? That carried the potential to turn into a big bummer.

“Can we see how it goes?”

Sawyer rubbed his thumb over Noah’s shoulder. “That’s my good boy. You can safeword any time, but can you give me an idea what it is you find the most uncomfortable about my suggestion?”

Noah winced. “It’s just…Ineedfat and sugar in my life. I’m afraid I’ll be relegated to coconut milk kale shakes and sprouted grain, avocado frosted cupcakes.”

Sawyer burst into laughter until he had to let go of Noah’s hand to wipe the tears off his cheeks. “Oh my God, Noah. You’re killing me.” He wrapped his palm around Noah’s nape then planted a big kiss on his temple. “That sounded truly disgusting—particularly because of how you said it. I can assure you there will still be plenty of fun stuff in your diet.” He swiped under his eyes again. “What I’m hoping to achieve with you is some balance. The healthier you eat, the better you feel. Then when you have treats, they’re that much more special.”

“Phew. That’s a relief.” He peered sideways at Sawyer. “Although, I’ve never had an issue with thinking treats were special.”

Sawyer rolled his eyes. “Listen to Daddy and I promise you’ll feel lots better and extra special.”

Noah already felt extra special thanks to Sawyer.

“Tell me about the spanking thing. Do you spank me while I’m dusting? I don’t get it.”

Sawyer snort-laughed. “I wish we didn’t have to go in at all today, I’m enjoying you so much.” He rubbed his knuckles along Noah’s cheek. “If you give me permission, I’d like to warm up your ass before we leave, give you a nice sting to remember that I’m with you all the time, that you’re not in this alone.”

Noah’s breath hitched. Sawyer’s touch on him, all day. There whenever he needed reminding that Sawyer wouldn’t allow him to crumble, wouldn’t let him give in to the fear that he’d never be enough to keep a Daddy from leaving.

“You have my permission.” He’d barely been able to push out the words, as if he might break the spell and Sawyer would change his mind. “W-what do you want me to do?”

Chapter Eleven

Sawyer gazed at him through hooded eyes then leaned in for the softest kiss Noah had ever experienced. It began with Sawyer brushing his lips against Noah’s, his morning stubble scraping across Noah’s freshly shaved skin, the slight burn sending a tingle through his body to the end of his dick.

Next, Sawyer poked out his tongue, only enough to tease the seam of Noah’s lips as they shared each other’s breaths. Noah opened to let him in, but Sawyer whispered, “No. Keep still and let me give this to you.”

Noah ached to climb onto Sawyer’s lap, for their limbs to tangle together as they fought each other to remove their clothes, to kiss each other as if the rest of the world no longer existed.

But instead, he remained motionless. He let Daddy take control.

Sawyer continued to torment him with barely-there licks and teasing nibbles. Noah whimpered, silently willing Sawyer to take his mouth, to taste him thoroughly until he was too weak to move.

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