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“Someone has definitely been asking for it.” He rubbed the cheek of my ass to ease some of the sting.

All I could do in response was whimper as he manhandled me over to the bed and pulled me down across his knee.

“Ask and ye shall receive.” Matthew gave my cheeks a squeeze, then gently tapped each one just hard enough to make my ass jiggle.

“Daddy,” I whined, squirming in his lap. “Daddy, please.”

I took a breath and clung to the bed, fisting the blanket in both hands. “I need you.”

I heard him take a deep breath. I felt him let it out slowly. Every atom in me was aware of every atom in him, and I fucking trembled with the way I needed him.

“You have me,” he assured me before pulling his hand back and raining exquisite hellfire down on my ass.

CHAPTER 28

MATTHEW

I was in love with Troye, and he was somehow in love with me right back, and though I’d worried about his headspace earlier, the conversation we had after I’d safe-worded had cleared the air between us. At least to the point where he was comfortable telling me that he wanted to move in, but he wanted me to tell him to move in. To assert myself and make it seem like he had no choice.

Troye, it seemed, liked it when I took over for him. When I made decisions and did things like not wait for him to ask to be spanked before finding a reason to do it. If the way he thrust and ground his hard cock against me while I spanked him was any indication, it was safe to say that he liked this too.

Troye’s ass was an easy thing to obsess over. Round and perky and so pretty when it was pink. I wanted to run my tongue over the surface and lick the heat off his skin. His tears had come and gone already, like a microburst. A powerful storm of emotion, a flood of tears, and then nothing but whimpers and moans and a few agonized groans when he got too close to coming and I backed off. Slowing my strikes and softening my blows to pull him back from the edge.

Troye whimpered again, needier this time. My own cock was about to punch a hole in my trousers, but I wasn’t done playing with him yet. Troye was driving me nuts with the way he whimpered and moaned and moved against me, and I wanted to return the favor.

Gently, because I knew the way it affected him, I skimmed my fingers down the crease of his ass. Troye keened, going still, then arching into my touch. I parted his cheeks and teased the rim of his hole with my fingers. His breathing rasped in and out, filling the space with a symphony of lust.

“Daddy,” Troye moaned and the grinding increased.

“Stay still, sweetheart,” I responded, gently teasing my way down to his taint.

“I can’t,” Troye whined, his body rocking against mine. His voice was tight as he struggled to listen. To be my good boy. “I can’t.”

“Shhh, it’s okay. I know it’s hard. Let Daddy help you. Stand up for me, just for a minute.”

Troye whimpered but managed to push himself to his feet. I stood and ignored the way his greedy cock bobbed in the air, like it was trying to flag me down. The tip was an angry shade of red and precum glistened on the tip. Troye’s hands opened and closed at his sides as I moved past him and retrieved the lube off the nightstand. I situated myself at the head of the bed, propped up by a bunch of pillows, and patted my lap.

“Come here, darling.”

Troye reached down to take his pants off, but I stopped him.

“No. Leave them on.”

Crimson climbed his cheeks as he shuffled across the room, his pants down around his ankles, his shirt still buttoned. I patted my lap again.

“Come here, sweet boy.” Troye climbed onto the bed and started to stretch out, face down, but again, I stopped him. “Roll onto your back for me, that’s a good boy. Let Daddy see your pretty face.”

Troye rolled over, somewhat inelegantly, his legs still tangled in his pants, his shirt rucked up and twisted. He looked wholly uncomfortable. He looked exquisite.

Setting the lube down next to me, I unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt and manhandled the fabric up his body. I let it stay tangled around his wrists, which I then pinned to the bed with one hand.

Troye gasped and pressed his shoulders into the bed, arching his hips into the air. With my one free hand, I grabbed the lube and pressed down on the lid to pop it open. It drizzled out of the bottle slowly, pooling on the head of his cock and sliding down the shaft. The sounds Troye made were practically inhuman. He thrashed, his breath coming in harsh rasps. And then I touched him, a hand around his cock, and Troye stilled.

“There’s my good boy.” I let the praise drip off my tongue like honey. The way it affected him was almost as intoxicating as touching him. My words soothed him, but my touch grounded him. Now I wanted to make him fly.

Stroking his cock, I made sure to spread the lube around, to get him nice and wet for me. Troye whimpered and tried to fuck my fist, but he soon got the idea that whenever he moved, I let go of his cock. The first time he’d done it, and I let go, he looked at me with wide, almost frantic eyes. When he was still, I touched him again and the calm returned to him once more.

Troye’s skin was pink from the tips of his ears down the sides of his neck and down his chest. His chest was lightly furry, and I couldn’t resist touching it. I released his hands, but he kept them above his head like they were still anchored there. Troye chased my touch like a plant seeking the sun.