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“Give me an example.”

“I wake you up at eight in the morning on a Saturday with my hand. You were hard in your sleep, and I knew you needed tocome. You’re still half-asleep when I roll you onto your back and straddle you, sink down onto you. You whimper because your cock is sore since I woke you up at midnight becauseIwas the one who wanted to come. You’re so overfucked, but you finish and fall back asleep.” Wilder adjusted himself, the fantasy more real than he’d realized. “I get up and make you coffee and I make you breakfast. I bring it to you in bed and feed it to you, then you ask if you can suck me off. I ask if you’ve earned it. We both agree that you haven’t, but you can, so you fold yourself over the top of my lap and let me spank you. The spanking makes you hard, so I let you suck my dick like you wanted.”

Merrick cursed under his breath. “Now who’s the talker.”

“I’m very much a talker,” he promised. “What happens after that, Merrick?”

“I suck you until you come and then I swallow it. No, I ask if it’s okay to swallow it. You tell me yes because I took the spanking so well. You come in my throat, and then I take the dishes into the kitchen and wash them, put them away. I get you more coffee and set it on the edge of the sink because you’re in the shower. I make the bed, I?—”

“Sit down and paint,” he interrupted before Merrick could go any further. “I join you in the living room with my coffee, and I watch you sit at my table and create something beautiful. You’re naked and you’re hard, and I love seeing you like that. So obedient. And when it’s too much for me, I prep myself and bend over the couch. I make you take a break to fuck until I get off, then I make us lunch while you finish your art.”

Merrick’s chest heaved with every breath, his stare locked on Wilder’s with a desperate sort of intensity that made Wilder wish it was Saturday and they could fall into this fantasy routine immediately. Unfortunately, it was a Thursday night, it was late, and he couldn’t run this whole thing through before bed.

“And after lunch?” Merrick prompted. His entire body swayed forward, and Wilder wanted to kiss him. He closed some of the space and took Merrick’s cheek into his hand. He brought their faces close, their breath mixing.

“I might put leather cuffs around your wrists and ankles, and I might bind you to my bed, strap a vibrator onto you so you’re hard whenever I need you to be, and I can come into the bedroom and fuck you whenever I want. I might put on a movie and pull you onto the couch, put your head into my lap and my cock into your mouth.” Wilder was so hard it hurt. “I’d do whatever I wanted, wouldn’t I? Because it would be up to me to decide…”

He trailed off, Merrick nodding a quiet agreement with every word that came out of his mouth. Wilder gave in to his own urges and pressed their mouths together. The kiss was different from the one in the morning. There was just as much want in it, but this one came with more knowing. It was a different kind of understanding than what they’d had before.

“It’s not just sex,” he murmured. “It’s everything.”

“I know,” Merrick whispered against his lower lip.

“It will hurt sometimes. It might feel unfair.”

“I doubt it.”

Wilder leaned back enough so he could see Merrick’s face.

“It might,” he said again.

“It might,” Merrick agreed. “Would you gag me?”

Wilder’s heart constricted and he wanted the answer to be no because he loved when Merrick talked. There was so much passion in it, so much excitement.

“If that’s what you need.”

“And you would decide?”

He could hear his heart beating in his ears.

“I’d like to decide. Does that sound nice to you or do you hate it?”

Merrick swallowed hard, emotions warring on his face. Wilder raised his hand and pressed it against Merrick’s chest, finding his heart beating just as frantically as his own. He pressed Merrick’s hand against his chest, and the two of them sat like that for what felt like hours but had to have only been minutes.

“It sounds nice,” Merrick finally answered.

“We’ll go slow.”

“You don’t have to.”

Wilder pursed his lips. “We’ll go slow.”

Merrick’s fingers curled against Wilder’s chest, and Wilder let go of Merrick in favor of pressing Merrick’s hand harder against his sternum.

“I’ve never done it before, but can I call you Sir?”

The floor could have dropped out from under him and he wouldn’t have noticed, his own stomach already plummeting to his feet at the request. “Do you want to?”