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growing with each step. I asked for this, the pain, the release and forgiveness. I earned the punishment, even if we didn’t have an agreement in place. Had Luca not sent me away, I may have eventually asked him for this instead.
    Zeke’s room is dominated by a large, four-poster bed, muted colors throughout. Again, it’s orderly and sparse. I can see that he needs color in his life. Something bright and fun.
    Like me.
    I can hear Zeke puttering somewhere in the house and get to work stripping, tugging my shirt over my head and shimmying my jeans down my legs. Folding them, I put them on the chest at the end of the bed, not wanting to ruin the order he’s created.
    My cock’s softened without Zeke’s presence to spurn my arousal. Moving toward the bed, I settle on the carpet on my knees, ass on my heels and palms resting on my thighs. He didn’t say how he expected me to appear “ready”, so this is as good a position as any until he tells me otherwise.
    I can hear the heavy thump of his feet on the hardwood floors in the hallway. Letting me know he’s coming closer and closer and my erection returns, dick filling with his every step.
    Before I know it, he’s there, bare-chested, bulge in his jeans and I lick my lips, wondering about his taste.
    “You sure, Tevin?”
    I glance up at him and nod, immediately returning my attention to his cock hidden by cloth.
    His voice turns hard, demanding. “Take me out.”
    I scramble to do as he says, lowering the zipper with shaking hands and slowly easing him free of the constraining jeans. It’s then that I get my first good look.
    Long and thick, he’ll be more than a mouthful. He’s uncut, angry red top of his cock peeking through the extra skin, tempting me with a droplet of pre-cum on the tip.
    Unbidden, I lean forward, tongue extended, already looking forward for that first taste. Inches turn into centimeters and when I’m a hairsbreadth from my goal, a large hand fists in my hair and forces my head back until I’m looking into Zeke’s eyes.
    “Did I give you permission to taste?” His voice is a growl, expression hard.
    “No, Daddy.” I whimper, tug against the hold, pain zinging through me, heightening my pleasure.
    “I wanted you to see what you’ll be getting, little one. You don’t deserve it just yet. Finish undressing me and then go to the chest over there. Pick your punishment.”
    I swallow past the lump in my throat and reach for the waist of his jeans, ease them past his hips and down his legs until they’re pooled on the floor.
    I’m kneeling at his feet, drinking in every inch of his body, the play of skin over muscle as he stands before me. When my gaze finally reaches his face, he’s got a single eyebrow raised. Heat crawls up my neck, into my cheeks, and I drop my focus to his feet, pull the jeans aside as he steps free of the cotton.
    Zeke pads away from me, toward the bed and settles on the edge. With practiced ease, I roll to my feet and fold his jeans before placing them on the chest. I’ve got an order and I need to carry it out. He’s still quiet while I step toward the dresser and open the top drawer to reveal a plethora of items sure to make my ass sting, ache and burn.
    My cock’s hard. As a rock. Fucking granite between my thighs.
    The solid wood paddle appeals to me, but it’s the one with the holes that I need. That one draws me like a moth to a flame. Trite, but true.
    With infinite care, I lift the paddle from its place and then slide the drawer closed before I turn toward my Daddy. My cock bobs with every step I take closer to him. A foot from Zeke, I stop and extend my arms, palms up, presenting my choice to him.
    He lifts it, tests the weight and grips the wooden handle. “This is the one you want? It’ll hurt.”
    I lick my bottom lip, stare at the ground in front of my toes. “I know. I deserve it. For you, for Luca...for everything.”
    Zeke shifts back a bit, widens his legs and holds his hands at his sides.