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“What’s your safe word?”

“Pickles.”

I move the strip covering his hole aside and let the lube drip down his crack. Nash hisses at the cold and shifts across my lap.

“Be still, or you won’t cum before dinner.”

He moans, but his hips go still.

“Please,” he whispers.

I don’t ask what he’s begging for. He’ll take what I give him.

I run my finger through the lube and spread it around his hole before pressing the tip inside. His muscles tighten around me as I make small circles, slowly working my finger deeper. The sight of him stretched across my lap with my marks on his ass and my finger inside him has my cock straining against my trousers. I want to sink into him, bury myself deep enough that he feels me long after I’m finished with him.

Nash’s hips move slightly when I start fucking my finger in and out, but he’s trying to stay still like I told him. I give him time to loosen around me before adding a second finger. When I twist my wrist and find his prostate, he arches off my knees, his entire body trembling.

“Oh fuck, yes. Daddy, right there.”

We still need to talk, and I hadn’t intended to take this further than the spanking. Then Nash willingly stretched himself across my lap and trusted me to keep going. I work my fingers in and out of him, returning to the spot that made him arch while I learn the reactions no amount of reading could have taught me. His breathing changes when I touch him a certain way, his thighs tense as he fights to obey me, and every sound tells me when I’ve found exactly what he needs.

I add a third finger slowly, giving his body time to open around me. Nash pushes back against my hand with a strained moan, taking me deeper. When I curl my fingers over his prostate again, his entire body tightens across my lap, telling me how close he is. I give him another slow stroke, letting him climb a little higher before pulling my fingers out.

“No! What the fuck?” Nash twists around to glare at me, flushed and breathing hard. “Why are you stopping?”

“Punishment.” I cup his ass, squeezing the warm flesh beneath my palm. “We both know you enjoy being spanked far too much for that to qualify. Denying you what you want, on the other hand…”

His eyes narrow. “You wouldn’t.”

“Aye, I would. We’ll talk after dinner, and if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you come then.”

“I can make myself come just fine without you.”

The challenge is barely out of his mouth before he tries to push himself off my lap. I catch him around the waist and flip him onto the mattress, following him down before he can get away. His eyes flare as I pin him beneath me and stretch his arms over his head, closing one hand around both wrists while the other grips his jaw.

“Your cock belongs to me when you give yourself to me like this. Your pleasure is mine to give, and if you need me to stop, you use your safe word.” I brush my lips over his, feeling the quick burst of his breath against my mouth. “Do you understand?”

For once, Nash doesn’t have a smart answer waiting.

“You’re really serious about this. About me.”

“Aye.”

His brows pull together. “That’s the part I don’t understand. You barely know me, Duncan. You could have anyone you wanted, and somehow you’ve decided I belong to you.”

I loosen my hold on his jaw, running my thumb over the skin I was gripping. “I asked you to dinner because I want the chance to know everything about you. Then you ran, tied me up and made me chase you across Philadelphia. None of that changed what I wanted.”

A trace of his usual attitude returns. “Maybe I was testing your commitment.”

“You were being a brat.”

“That too.”

I release his wrists and sit back, bringing him with me until he’s straddling my lap. His panties are still pushed aside, his cock hard between us, and the marks I left across his ass are warm beneath my hands.

“I enjoyed chasing you, Nash.” I cup his face and make sure he’s looking at me. “But I’m not interested in spending whatever this becomes wondering whether you’re going to disappear every time something scares you.”

His expression tightens at the last word, but he doesn’t retreat. “And what happens when you find out there are things about me you don’t like?”