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"I'm surprised there was still room for him once I met you."
"Oh, don't be daft." I'm not worthy of such powerful feelings.
"You are the only man I've ever met who was brave enough to tell me that to my face."
"You're the only man who…"
Took me from my home by force, tied me down, and… did all those things.
He made me like it, and I did. I love everything this man did to me, but he did it to me, not with me.
"Opened my eyes to the fact I was just existing. Introduced me to all the fun things that happen in the bedroom."
"You mean fucking you senseless?" He gives a soft chuckle as I slap his back for daring to use such a word in front of a sleeping teen.
I'm sure Nico has heard much worse, and said bad words himself, but I still want to protect him. Surviving his sister's death was something Knox did with Nico.
"I did kind of force the view change on you."
"You forced me, and you showed me how good it was. I'm so glad you did. What about him?"
"I did force you, because I knew you would love it. But Nico wouldn't. He isn't like you."
"Fancy showing me everything I love and he hates while he is asleep?" I am addicted to this man, but I've accepted that by reasoning there could be far worse things to be addicted to than sex with a hot rich guy who is devoted to me.
I really should ask him for a Nico-friendly nickname.
"Let's ask Caeo to sit with Nico," Knox agrees with a smile and my chance to ask his permission to make a nickname is over.
Chapter twenty-four
Knox
Thereisnothingvanillaabout what I plan to do to my boy. It's been all I could think about all day.
"I want you naked on the bed, baby. We're going to play hard."
Porter strips like he was born for the role. His skill comes from his love of dancing rather than any actual stripping experience and that is part of the charm. Every slip of skin he reveals is a tease just for me. While he takes everything off, I get out what we're going to put on. I like it best when my boy couldn't squirm if he wanted to. But I admit to enjoying his efforts as he tries.
This is not what I pictured as my future when I first held this boy against me and relished in his panicked arousal. I craved a slave to treasure and own, someone I could break and train. The truth is so different. I may have uncovered Porter's deepest desires and awakened his love of pain and submission, but I am the one who was broken and trained. He broke the barriers I wrapped around my heart and trained me to love. I planned to take what I wanted from his hungry body and leave him begging for more, now I relish in leaving him nourished and satisfied, even if it comes at the expense of my own desires.
"Want to tell me what you're thinking, or shall I keep spinning?"
Porter calls.
"Who'd believe I'd end up with a bratty sub?" My words are aimed more at myself, but he takes my answer as permission to swing on the bedpost some more.
"One day, I will show you behind the locked door and teach you the true meaning of submission."
Dancing naked around the bed and those words don't seem to go together well. Porter does make tripping over my words look glamorous as he spirals to his arse.
"Yes please." His eyes catch mine, bright and hungry, filled with need. Maybe I could… No, not today. I need to show him the playroom when we have the house to ourselves and the whole night ahead of us.
"You were very naughty today," I continue, taking advantage of this situation. "You may be happier here than before, and that confidence has made you bratty. But you mustn't forget your place. Your place is on your knees by my side. Your suggestions stay behind your lips until you have begged for permission to make them. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir." Porter scrambles to his knees.
"Has anyone ever spanked you before?"
