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p...putting his whole hand in.” He couldn’t believe he was saying it out loud.
    “Mmm. Fisting. It’s a good thing to have on the list. Tell me another.”
    He searched his brain for something that was kinky but not perverted.
    “No thinking about it -- just the first thing that comes to mind that you really don’t want to tell me.”
    “Punishments.” The word shot out of him.
    “Mmm. I can be very creative with punishments, boy. Much more creative than just spankings.”
    His face was going to burn off.
    Rupert kissed one hot cheek. “We’re going to have so much fun together, you and I. We’re going to explore everything you want and more.”
    “I hope I do it right.”
    “I don’t think there’s a wrong way to do it. As long as you’re trying and you’re honest. I mean, if you do things wrong on purpose to get punished, well that’s a whole other story.”
    “Is that how it works, most of the time?”
    “There’s no set way that things work. We make our own rules, do what works for you and me. But there are plenty of subs out there who ask for punishment by acting bratty, deliberately disobeying.”
    Peter leaned back, resting against Rupert’s strength. “You’ll tell me? If my questions start making you frustrated?”
    “I’ll tell you, I promise. But I like that you’re asking them. It means you’re serious.” Rupert pushed a hand beneath his shirt, stroking his belly.
    “Oh...” That was heavenly.
    “So many touches are new to you. It’s intoxicating.”
    “Everything’s new. I just read. I never dared to try.” He was a wuss, maybe.
    “I’m going to be selfish and tell you that makes me glad.”
    “So far it’s made me glad, too. Honest.” Something about Rupert was a comfort, not about frightening him.
    “Good.” Rupert nibbled at his neck, hands still teasing along his belly.
    “Uh...uh-huh.” Oh, that felt good.
    “I’m going to take you to my bed and make love to you. We can play tomorrow.”
    “I’ve never made love before.” He wanted to learn how, though. He wanted to know, and, more than that, he wanted Rupert to show him.
    “I figured. I can’t wait to show you.”
    He turned. “Can I kiss you, Sir?”
    “Please.” Bending, Rupert pressed their lips together but let him control the kiss.
    He cupped Rupert’s cheek, fingertips tracing the stubble.
    Turning his face, Rupert kissed his palm. “Come with me. This should be done in my bed, in the bedroom.”
    He nodded, his heart beat speeding. Finally. Finally, he was going to know. He needed to know.
    Rupert took his hand, leading him out of the playroom and across the hall to Rupert’s bedroom. It was dark and masculine, with a huge bed by the window and lots of pictures of wildlife. Mostly bears.
    “Oh... Look at the bears!”
    Smiling, Rupert let him look. “You like? The polar bears are my favorite.” Rupert pointed to a cluster of a half-dozen pictures in black frames.
    “They’re amazing. How cool!”
    “Thank you. I have a friend who’s a wildlife photographer. I always get first pick of the bears.”
    “Oh, really? That’s even better. More personal.”
    “Yeah. There’s stories that go with them.” Rupert’s hand slid down to Peter’s ass and squeezed. “I have other things on my mind right now, though.”
    “Maybe one day you’ll tell me.” Not now.
    “I’m sure I will. Some other time.” Rupert turned them to face each other, pressing their lips together again. “You still want to kiss me, boy?”
    “Over and over.” He sort of liked it, a lot.
    “Then kiss me like you mean it, boy.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    He pushed up on his tiptoes and kissed Rupert hard, pouring himself into it. Rupert’s hands landed on his ass and squeezed, making it ache. That ache wasn’t a bad thing, though. It was like... starting a hunger.
    The kisses went on, Rupert grabbing his tongue and sucking on it. His fingers dug in, pushing into the skin of the broad shoulders. Humming, Rupert let