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“Wylan,” I chuckle, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. “I’ve been paying attention to you since the moment you sat down in my restaurant.

A few days later, Wylan is just about to leave work when I see him grimace in pain. He gently rocks his neck from side to side, before rolling his shoulders and grimacing again. “Wylan, what’s wrong?”

“Sorry, it’s just a sore neck. My neck and shoulders have been killing me lately.”

I let out a relieved breath. “Why didn’t you tell me. I could’ve given you a massage.”

Wylan laughs. “What, here in the restaurant?”

“I mean we do have our own room,” I quip.

Wylan’s whole face softens. He loves that room, often taking his breaks in there and using the quiet space to meditate. That first night we had dinner in there, we spent the whole evening talking, getting to know each other while we ate. Then, after dinner we decorated the tree together.

Since then, my staff, who I’ve employed for years, have been nothing but supportive and happy for us. Thank god, most of them were in the kink community, and just thought it was the sweetest thing to provide for my boy.

I guide Wylan to the private, employee’s only restroom, and tug him inside. Right away I notice we are alone. Wylan must notice the same thing because he pulls me into a passionate kiss that has my toes curling.

When I finally pull away, I remember the main reason we came in here.

I turn Wylan around so he’s facing away from me. Kneading his shoulders, and the muscles in his neck, I feel some of the tightness relax under my touch.

“Come on, petal, let me Daddy you,” I whisper against his ear. He shudders, and an almost inaudible whimper falls from his lips. My cock hardens at the sound and I chuckle. Damn, I don’t know what it is about giving someone pleasure, but it’s so damn hot.

“You really are a pleasure Dom, aren’t you?”

“I am.” I dig my fingers into his shoulders. Did Wylan mean it when he said he likes a bite of pain? Over the years, I’ve met so many people who like the idea of pain, but when push comes to shove, most can’t handle it.

“On auction night, you mentioned you like a little pain?”

Wylan hums in pleasure.

“One time, I went out on a date with a woman who had a think for vampire romances. Turns out she doesn’t like biting at all. No matter how many times she insisted how turned on she got at the idea of pain, she didn’t actually like it applied to herself.”

Which is fine. There are so many people out there who have a secret dirty fantasy, but sometimes, hell most of the time, when they get to act it out, it doesn’t unfold the way they hoped it would.

Wylan chuckles. “Oh I like pain. I mean I don’t want to bleed or get any scars, but I don’t know, maybe we can test things out?” His voice sounds so damn hopeful, and that in itself is sexy as hell.

For some reason, I want to test Wylan now. Push him, just a little. See if he likes it as much as he tells me he does. I press my body in closer to his, pressing my chest against his back. “Do you remember your safe words, Wylan? I know a massage isn’t the same, but let’s give it a try.”

“Yes,” he giggles. “Stoplight system. My safe word is red for stop. But why would I need my safe words for an innocent massage?”

My fingers knead the muscle with a tight grip. It should be on the edge of painful, but it will help work out the kinks.

Wylan’s eyes close as he moans. His head tips back against my shoulder, and our size difference is really doing it for me. He’s so damn tiny like this against me. I stare at our reflection in the mirror, and the exhibitionist side of me preens at the image in front of me.

Even from here, I can see my pupils are blown. Wylan’s nipples are pebbled. A brief image of me placing nipple clamps on those pretty little things has precum gathering at my tip.

There’s a red flush of arousal on his cheeks. That shade of red makes me want to kiss and worship his body. I want to undress him and see what other parts of his body flush that pretty color.

“Open your eyes, flower.” I command, putting as much authority into the request as possible.

As soon as his eyes pop open, I guide my fingers to his jaw. I tilt his head up. I want him to see himself. To face the image of us together. “Does this look like an innocent massage to you?”

His eyes travel up and down the mirror, drinking us in desperately. I watch as he stares at his appearance, his rosy cheeks, hard nipples, and the way his cock his tenting his pants.

He lets out a shuddering gasp.

“Well?” I blow out a puff of air against the shell of his ear.

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