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“Perfect.”
“But I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re doing all the things that matter to me. You’re right where I want you. You’re sleeping in my bed. You’re giving me something to look forward to coming home to.” He blushed harder and harder with each word, and my cock responded, filling quickly as I watched my boy squirm. “And since you’re doing me this favor as a gift, instead of as an employee,” I added softly, “I reserve the right to give you gifts in return.”
“Oh,” he said softly. Then, “But… it really is a lot of clothes.”
“And it would make me happy if you’d accept them. You do like making me happy, baby, don’t you? Even though you know you don’t have to?”
“I do,” he whispered. “It’s… it’s what I want to do all the time, if you just tell me how.”
My shaft pulsed, and I reached down to squeeze it through my pants, stifling another groan.
“You already do,” I said, my voice growing husky with the sudden surge in my arousal.
His tongue darted out, wetting those plush lips. “Is there, um, is there anything else I can do to make you happy?”
The breathless offer brought up all sorts of dirty fantasies, but since most of those would have to wait, I went with, “If you’re agreeing to keep the clothes, why don’t you show me some of your favorites?”
His eyes went wide. “Right now?”
“That’s right. You don’t have to keep them all if you truly don’t like them, but Jackie assured me there were at least a few items that were stunning on you. I’d love to see them.”
Actually, Jackie’s exact words had been “we picked up a few things that will make you fuck that boy into next week.” And then he’d refused to give me any more detail than that, the little shit.
Dashiell’s cheeks colored up. “Did Jackie tell you what they were?”
“No. Will you show me, pretty baby? Model your pretty things?”
“Um, okay,” he whispered after a long pause, his face turning even pinker. “But if I put them on, I might, um, sometimes I…” He swallowed, then, all in a hot rush, “Will you be mad if something happens while I’m wearing them?”
There was only one thing I could imagine “happening” that would get him this worked up.
“If you’re asking whether or not you can come in your pretty new clothes, baby,” I growled, my cock surging hard against my hand, “then the answer is no.” I paused. “Not without my permission.”
Dashiell froze. I’d never let myself say that to anyone. I’d never demanded that kind of total ownership and complete control with a lover before. But after that first moment of shock passed, his whole body softened, a blissed-out expression coming over his face and his nerves and anxiety dropped away right before my eyes.
It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
I hadn’t overstepped. Not with him. He wanted me to be in control.
Quite possibly as much as I wanted to take it.
Chapter 8
Dash
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“Show me your favorite,” Callum said, telling me this time instead of asking me.
The order sent a deliciously wicked shiver through me, as if this really was one of my fantasies come to life. My stomach was still a little jumpy with nerves, though, and I had no idea if I should… should go get those pretty pink panties I liked the best and just bring them here and show him?
Or should I put them on first?
Or would he want me to put them on right here, stripping for him in front of the camera?
Or—
