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“It’s perfectly okay.”
When we let the fire die down, we went to our room and made love, long and slow. He took me simply fine that time, wrapped around me, pleading with only his eyes.
I was giving him everything he wanted, which worried me because he’d always gotten what he wanted all his life. All except the things he truly needed, like real, unconditional love. All I could hope was that my way of loving him would show him. When we woke, I kissed his neck, nuzzling there. “Morning, baby.”
“Good morning.”
“Zombie,” I gritted into his ear.
His head turned to me, smiling. “Oh, okay. I mean, yes, Master.”
“Ready for our morning routines?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy. And, before we start, I just want to tell you how much I fucking love you and how great last night was. Not just the sex, but the sex was beautiful.”
“Really?”
“Yes. It was amazing. Today, I want more, but first, we need to get our other things done.”
Theo’s lashes fluttered over his red cheeks. “Discipline,” he whispered, then wiggled under the covers.
“Yes,” I breathed in his ear. “Get up and show me your body first, then, when I’m satisfied, get in that top drawer where I put my clothes.”
“Yes, Master.”
After Theo climbed out of bed, he stood near it, and I propped up on my elbow to get a better look at my boy.
He was hard as a rock, his sweet cock tapping against the bottom of his belly while he moved around.
“Stay still.”
“It’s cold!”
“Too bad. Stay still.”
The movement stopped, and I finished looking him over, and a special kind of electricity shot through me as I thought about the implication of it; that he was mine. He was indeed mine.
“Turn around. Let me see your ass.”
He did, smiling giddily, and the little teasing fucker stuck that ass out nicely for me.
“Excellent, Theo. I am incredibly pleased with you this morning already.”
He cheekily looked over his shoulder, grinning at me. “Thank you, Master,” he flirted.
“Get in the drawer and get me the hairbrush.”
“Hairbrush?”
“You heard me,” I growled, and he shrugged before heading to the tall oak dresser and getting into the top drawer.
Theo turned to me with the hairbrush in hand but stared at the thing. “Oh. Hairbrush.”
He brought it to me, then stood, still staring at the thing after it was in my hands. “Bend over the bed.”
“We haven’t…I don’t know if…”
