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I give him the answer he expects while mentally crossing my fingers behind my back. There is no fucking way I’m telling him about the men I go after.

His hand comes down again. “When we disagree, you will stay and finish the conversation instead of running from me.”

The next swat pulls a moan out of me before I can answer. Duncan gives me two more, then runs his palm over my heated skin.

“Four rules to start. I’m sure there will be more with you.”

He has no fucking idea. Part of me wants to roll my eyes, but the rest of me is enjoying this far too much to pretend I don’t understand exactly why I keep coming back to this dynamic.

“On your knees.” Duncan gives my heated ass another squeeze, and the pressure against already tender skin makes me hiss as I slide from his lap. I settle between his spread knees, close enough that the hard length beneath his slacks is right in front of me.

“Are you going to be a good boy for me and show me how much you appreciate my attention?”

Holy fucking shit. The deep command in his voice goes straight through me. I’ve imagined Duncan taking control more times than I’m willing to admit, but having him sitting above me with my ass still burning from his hand is so much fucking better.

“Yes, Daddy. I’ll be the best.” For once, there isn’t a smart-ass comment waiting behind the words. Whatever happens after tonight can wait. Right now, I want everything he’s willing to give me.

Chapter 12 Duncan

Nash is still on his knees between mine when I slide my fingers into his thick, wavy hair and curl them around the back of his head. His ass is red from my hand, his dark hair is a mess, and the sight of him looking up at me while calling me Daddy has settled any question I might have had about whether the word would bother me.

I’ve never done this before, but Nash responds to my control as naturally as I respond to giving it to him. He doesn’t stop being the smart-mouthed brat who’s been provoking me since he walked into my office, and I have no desire for him to. I want the attitude as much as I want the moments when he chooses to give me control. The rest I can learn.

Nash runs his palms slowly up my thighs, his gaze following his hands before lifting to mine. His teeth catch his bottom lip.

“Daddy, can I please suck your cock?”

Fuck, that mouth. The slight curve at the corner of his lips tells me Nash is enjoying this, but he waits for my answer while my cock strains against my slacks. I tighten my fingers in his hair and pull him closer.

“Take my cock out.”

His lips part on a moan as his hands move to my slacks. He unbuttons them and lowers the zipper at an excruciating pace, watching me the entire time. I’m an impatient man, but I let him have his fun. When he finally hooks his fingers into my pants and boxer briefs, I lift my hips so he can drag them down far enough to free me.

“Fuuucckk.” Nash’s eyes widen as he takes me in. “I knew you would be perfect.”

I smirk. I’ve never bothered measuring myself because what the fuck do I care about a number? I only know I’m large enough that more than one woman has complained about it. Nash certainly isn’t complaining. The way he’s staring at my cock makes it pretty fucking clear he considers the size a benefit.

His hand closes around the base of my cock as his tongue drags along the underside. He takes the head between his lips, sucks briefly, then pulls back to circle it with his tongue before doing it again. I tighten my fingers in his hair, giving him enough freedom to set the pace.

“God, you taste so good, Daddy.”

Nash rises fully onto his knees and looks up at me. The smirk that curves his lips should warn me he’s about to do something, but nothing prepares me for him opening his mouth and taking me deep.

Every muscle in my body locks. I fight the instinct to thrust as he keeps going, taking more of me until his nose nearly reaches my body and the tight constriction of his throat closes around my cock.

“Ifreann agus mallacht!”

He hums, sending the vibration through me hard enough that my hips jerk before I force them back against the chair. Nash pulls off long enough to drag in a breath, then takes me deep again. Jesus fucking Christ. He repeats it until his eyes water, refusing to stop even when I feel his throat working around me.

I slide my palm over the front of his neck, and feeling my cock move beneath my hand nearly strips away the control I have left. Nash eases back, dragging his tongue along my length while one hand works the base and the other cups my balls. A rough sound tears out of me when he lowers his mouth and sucks one in. The little fucker knows exactly what he’s doing.

“I want to taste all of you, Daddy.” Nash drags his tongue over me again before looking up. “Please.”

My fingers tighten in his hair. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to come.” His voice is rough, his lips wet and swollen as he waits for me to give him permission.

I grip the back of his head and guide him toward my cock. Nash opens immediately, taking me deep enough that the tight heat of his throat closes around me again. He pulls back for air and goes right back down, his tongue working against me as I tighten my grip in his hair.