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I saw the moment my underlying meaning registered with Tris. Instantly, desire flared in his eyes, turning his cerulean irises into liquid blue fire, and my dick started to harden. “But . . . you were . . . I didn’t want to bother you, Daddy.”

The “Daddy” and the tone of his voice told me he was fully on board with what he knew was my plan. That he’d switched to playful, horny Tris. Which was one of my favorite Trises, if I was being honest. But I loved them all.

“Listen to me, boy; you are never a bother. I am your Daddy, which means you call me every time you’re upset or panicking or hurting or struggling in any way. Do you understand?”

Biting his lower lip seductively, he nodded slowly. His eyes were wide, the picture of innocence, but he couldn’t hide the fire of passion in their ocean-blue depths. “I understand, Daddy.”

“Good.” I pushed to my feet, my ass thanking me for rescuing it from the hard tile floor as the feeling came back. Then I reached my hand out to Tristan, my sweet boy, my everything.

He took it, letting me pull him to his feet and lead him toward the stairs.

“Then it’s time to talk about your punishment.”

Chapter forty-five

Tristan

My stomach was twisting and churning, and my dick was harder than steel as Henry pulled me up eight flights of stairs to his bedroom. I suspected I knew what he was planning, though he had surprised me before.

Whatever it was, I was here for it. And the anticipation was killing me.

When we stepped into his room, he pulled me to the end of the bed, placing both hands on my shoulders and positioning me toward the wall of windows. The sun hadn’t set quite yet, but it would soon. I knew the view was spectacular from previous experience only, because my eyes couldn’t help but follow Henry over my shoulder as he took a few steps over to his built-in closet, pulling out a black long-sleeved dress shirt and shrugging it on. He moved to stand in front of me as he slowly buttoned the shirt up, leaving the arm cuffs open, and I fought off a shiver at his appraising stare.

After he’d finished, my Daddy crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at me, and this time, I couldn’t stop the shiver that wracked my body. Whatever punishment he had in mind, he wasn’t going to go easy on me.

I didn’t want him to.

“It seems my boy needs to be punished.”

I nodded once, eyes wide as I swallowed hard.

“Tell me why.”

I gulped again before answering. “I didn’t call you when I had my panic attack.”

He nodded once, his expression still severe. “And why do you need to call me when you do?”

“Because you’re my Daddy, and it’s your job to take care of me.”

He nodded again. Only his eyes softened, but that gave me all the reassurance I needed. I’d known he wasn’t really mad, but seeing confirmation helped me settle.

Though just thinking about what was coming next still had me almost vibrating. My dick, already unbelievably hard, tented my pants obscenely.

“Good.” He cleared his throat, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. “My good boy doesn’t usually require punishment, but since this is serious, I think you need something to help you remember for next time.”

I nodded again. “Yes, Daddy.”

His mouth twitched like he wanted to smile. While some Daddies were severe almost all the time and loved doling out punishments liberally, Henry wasn’t that kind of man. This was role play for him. And honestly, that was what I needed in a forever Daddy. I didn’t want to be punished for every little infraction.

But the role play was fucking hot, wasn’t gonna lie.

Henry kept his eyes on me as he started to roll up one sleeve then the other, playing directly into my forearm kink. Hell, he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, boy,” Henry instructed, voice hard and commanding. My dick was throbbing now, rock-hard to the point of pain, and my balls ached. “You’re going over my knee.” To emphasize his words, he crossed to the bed, sitting on the edge. I turned my entire body to follow him.

I touched the hem of my shirt to strip, as we usually did, but Henry shook his head and tutted at me.

“Nope. Keep it on.”