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I know you’re not talking about real punishments, right? I can’t really imagine you doing something so bad that you need to be punished. So these are “funishments,” right? He put the fingerspelled word in air quotes.

You really have been reading! Yep. That’s what I meant. I don’t usually want to be naughty. Maybe just once in a while to make sure that I have your attention.

You have my attention. All the time.

I know. Ash looked up at him adoringly.

Are we talking about standing in a corner or spankings, then?

Spankings? Is that something we could do? Ash looked like they were trying to hold back their enthusiasm but they were doing a terrible job of it. I mean, corner time would be a real punishment, but spankings… Those would be fun. If you didn’t mind.

We’ll try it, Zhong promised. Anything that made Ash this excited was something he was pretty sure he could learn to enjoy.

He needed a new list. A list of all of the ways that he could make Ash happy. Now that they were his, his fingers twitched to write down the new ideas that bubbled through him.

Ash followed his gaze. You’re thinking about writing a list, aren’t you?

Yep.

What about?

Ways to make you happy.

Ash beamed. So what are we going to do first?

First, I think you need to text Josh back, Zhong smirked. It would bug him all day otherwise. And… it seemed like something Ash needed to do.

Ash leapt up to grab their phone. They spent a couple minutes typing on it, brow furrowed, presumably formulating a kind rejection and wishing him well. Yeah, that was a kind of crappy text to send. If that was what they were sending, of course. Zhong wouldn’t make assumptions.

What did you write? he asked as they came back and settled onto his lap.

Ash shrugged. I told him that I wasn’t interested and suggested putting in contact with a friend of mine. I think the two of them will be a good fit.

I still want you to know that if you want to do anything sexual with someone…

Ash grabbed his hands and pressed them to their hips, ending the discussion. Nope. We’re not talking about this now. Right now I’m celebrating that you’re my Daddy and you love me.

I guess I am your Daddy. And I do love you. Very much. Saying it felt amazing. Like everything clicking into place. How do you want to celebrate?

You give me ice cream and we play Carcassonne and have snuggles?

We can definitely have Carcassonne and snuggles, but no ice cream until after dinner.

Ash pouted adorably and Zhong just had to give them another kiss.

This was definitely what romance felt like.

Chapter 22

Ash

Ash pulled the brush through Lena’s hair, letting the silky strands run through their fingers as they fell. She was decked out in an elegant black dress, the fabric clinging to her slender shoulders. I wish my hair was this easy to brush.

They were sitting on the bed together, having a “spa day.” They’d already done each others’ nails, and Ash was sporting some dark, smoldering eyeshadow. Lena, of course, looked flawless with her barely-there natural makeup that brought out her eyes. But Ash knew she liked the dark outlines when she regressed as a bratty middle.

Lena pulled one of Ash’s curls and watched it spring back. Your curls are adorable. I’m kind of jealous. My hair is so boring and you look so cute. Lena gave them a flirtatious smile.

Hanging out with Lena had gotten interesting recently. Where before Lena had flirted with Ash effortlessly and meaninglessly, now there was another edge to it because there was a real possibility that something could happen. Even brushing her hair felt intimate and exciting.