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Ren remained silent because he wanted to hear more about how his sexy husband was now indebted to him.

“However, that was last night. We need to establish some rules between us. The number one rule is, your body was made for my pleasure. If I choose to give you pleasure, you will not come unless I permit you. Understand, Ren, this is the life I live and it's twenty-four/seven. I am not the type of Dom who only wears that title when I enter the Scarlet Letter. I am always in control and will not tolerate a disobedient sub. You will obey me or you will be punished. Your guards will not interfere with the life we will live here, am I clear?”

Ren nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“From this point on, you will no longer refer to me as 'Master Ellis'. That is only for when we're at Scarlet Letter. You will refer to me as 'Sir', and do so until you've earned the right to call me by my name. Am I clear?”

Ren pouted. “But you're my husband. I want to call you Montgomery.”

“You've just added another punishment to your growing list.”

Ren huffed and that was the bratty behavior coming to the surface that had annoyed Montgomery in the past. It was why he had avoided the young man at Scarlet Letter. He wondered just how long the boy would behave. Apparently, five minutes was his limit.

Montgomery walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. “Remove your underwear and lay across my lap.”

“Are you going to spank me?” Ren asked with a bit of excitement and apprehension in his voice.

“Yes.”

“But we didn't even go over safe words.”

“This is a punishment that you've earned, and every time you disobey me, it grows.”

Ren huffed, but rose, stripped out of his pink briefs, his cock was semi-hard, balls a little darker than his cock and hairless. Gently, he draped himself across Montgomery's lap. The feel of his husband's suit pants on his bare skin nearly made him come. He loved the way Master Ellis—Sir—looked in his clothes.

Montgomery placed the palm of his large hand on Ren's bare ass. “What is your safeword?”

“Pineapples.”

Monty cocked an eyebrow at that. “Pineapples?” he repeated.

Ren nodded. “I love them.”

“You're not allowed to use your safeword right now. I am giving you the discipline that you deserve. I want you to put your trust in me to know when you've had enough. Am I clear?”

Ren could feel his cock stirring as the arousal mounted along with his anticipation. “Yes.”

“What?”

It took Ren all of two seconds to realize his mistake. “Yes, Sir.”

“Remember that.” Montgomery looked down at the plump ass before him and he had to admit, it was gorgeous. Above all, it belonged to him. He couldn't help but imagine his cock sliding between the bitable cheeks, and hitting his boy's sweet spot. Even though Ren had annoyed him at the club, he still enticed him. There were times when he’d imagine the pretty sub on his knees worshipping his cock, eyes on him the entire time. Now that they were married, he would get his fantasy. That would be later. For now, he had to deal out some slaps. “You've earnedyourself ten hits and I want you to count them out until I am done.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You will count out each one, understand?” he repeated to make sure his command was heard.

“Yes, Sir.”

Monty raised his hand and dealt the first blow.

“Ow!” Ren screamed and scrambled off Monty's lap, falling to the floor. He rubbed his sore cheek as he glared up at Montgomery. “That hurt!”

“It was supposed to. You're being punished.” Montgomery leaned forward, hands clasped together, elbows resting on his knees. He trapped Ren in his gaze. “I knew you would react this way because you're a child playing grown-up games.”

“I'm an adult!” Ren shot back.

“No, you're not. You're a spoiled brat who's gotten everything you've ever wanted since the day you were born. That is why you thought you could own me, too.” Montgomery shook his head. “This is not a game I'm playing, little boy. I knew you weren't ready for this life, which is why I had avoided you whenever you came to me. You are stubborn, selfish, and narcissistic.”

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