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“Come on,” she whispers, taking my hand and pulling me to the bed. Without speaking, she strips off my shirt and then my pants. Then she unclasps her bra and slides off her underwear so both of us are naked when she pulls back the covers on the bed, drawing me under them with her.
Then she drapes her body over mine and stares down at me. “I’m always happy to see you, Clay,” she says as she strokes my face. I force myself to swallow as she gazes into my eyes with affection. “And you can always talk to me, no matter how you feel.”
My hands can’t seem to get their fill of her body, softly stroking over her hips and back. It’s not a sexual thing, either. I’m touching her because I meant what I said—I missed her so much.
She takes my jaw in her hands and holds my face still as she stares at me. “If your parents don’t give you the attention you deserve, that istheirproblem. Understand?”
“Yes, Madame,” I mumble.
“I see you, Clay. I see how perfect and kind and wonderful you are, even if they can’t.”
My breath comes in a quiver. “Yes, Madame.”
“You are mine, and from now on, I don’t want you seeing them alone. Do you understand me?”
I force myself to swallow the painful emotion brewing in my chest. “Yes, Madame.”
Then she leans down and presses her lips to mine. As my lips part, her tongue slides into my mouth, gently caressing mine. She hums into the kiss, and my cock twitches with desire.
“I missed you,” she murmurs against my lips.
“I missed you too,” I reply, tightening my grip around her waist.
“Then show me how much. And never leave me again.”
Flipping her onto her back, I wedge myself between her legs, grinding my hardening cock against her as I groan into the crevice between her neck and shoulder.
“Yes, Madame.”
Rule #26: Even good boys break the rules sometimes.
Eden
I wake up to the sound of dishes in the sink, and my eyes pop open. Quickly, I grab my phone from the nightstand and look at the time, 4:15 p.m.
Shit. Jack’s medicine.
Clay insisted I lie down and take a nap when he and Jack put on a movie after lunch. I tried to fight him on it because I don’t normally take naps. It’s not often I can get my mind quiet long enough to drift off in the middle of the day, but I must have needed it today because I was out for over three hours.
I jump up from my bed and rush out to the living room. Jack is curled up on the couch under his Spider-Man blanket, fast asleep.
Clay is standing in my kitchen, filling the coffeepot with water.
“He needs his medicine,” I say, rushing over to check on Jack.
“I already gave it to him,” Clay replies, stopping me in my tracks.
“How much did you give him?” I ask, sounding panicked.
“Exactly how much the dosage chart on the box told me to,” he replies calmly. “Relax, Eden. He’s fine.”
When he says that, it’s not condescending. It’s encouraging.
“I’m sorry,” I say with a sigh, walking into the kitchen. I stand next to him as he loads the coffee maker. There is something so soothing about watching him try to find his way around my kitchen. “No one has ever given Jack medicine but me and his babysitter. It’s hard to get used to.”
He lets out a soft chuckle. Then he pauses what he’s doing and glances up at me. “My mother never gave me medicine. Not once.”
My brow furrows. “Really?”
