Page 65 of Fight Me Daddy

He shoved his palms against my chest. "No, not later. Now."

I pushed his hands away. "Even with everything I've just admitted, please understand that you still belong to me. Not the other way around." I grabbed his chin and tilted it up. "And I still intend to punish you for last night."

Calix swallowed hard. "But then you'll answer my questions?"

"All of them," I answered. "Every last goddamn one."

I meant every word of it too. Usually, I kept my mouth shut and my head down when it came to work, but Calix deserved to know.

"He's fine if it makes you feel any better," I said.

Calix blinked up at me. "It does," he muttered. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me just yet." I climbed off the bed and gripped his boxers before I tore them roughly. "I'm going to fuck you, punish you, and show you exactly why you’re my dog, Calix. And afterward when you're sore and exhausted? Only then we'll talk."

He tried to squirm away. "Wait."

"No more fucking waiting," I snapped. "I need you. Now."

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