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question my decisions, pet. Arms out and close your eyes.”

He sighed and positioned himself in front of the mirror.

I smiled, grabbing the lotion from one of my kits. It pleased me to see him so relaxed. He thought he was safe and protected here.

He put his trunks on first thing in the morning, and he wore them without a shirt until work called. But today, he’d wear nothing, so I had to make sure he wouldn’t get sunburned anywhere.

Even where the sun didn’t shine, I mused to myself.

After pouring a generous amount into my hand, I coated my fingers and eased them out over Peyton’s shoulders. He jumped at the contact, and his eyes flashed open. They met mine in the mirror.

“Don’t disobey me, Peyton.”

He exhaled and screwed them shut again.

I took my time, always loving having my hands on him. I traced the ridges of his muscles. I rubbed his flesh. I wondered…about his experience with men in the past. I didn’t believe he was completely inexperienced, though I suspected dominance and submission was new. Perhaps he’d read about it—or watched porn with it.

Pressing a kiss to the back of his neck, I reached around him and massaged the lotion into his chest. “Have you had boyfriends before, little one?”

He twitched slightly. “Sort of. More like I’ve dated men casually. A little.”

A little.

“Girlfriends?” I guessed.

“Yes, sir.” That was a more assertive response. Then he hesitated a bit before adding, “I’m more drawn to men, but it’s been difficult. I haven’t really felt…compatible.”

I applied more lotion. “Explain.”

He lowered his arms slowly, waiting for me to protest, but it was all right. “I like what you’re doing,” he confessed. “I love to please you.”

I hummed and pressed my lips to his neck again. “You’ve been a good boy to me.”

He shuddered as I rubbed my hands over his abs. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispered. Pleasure coursed through me to hear that, more than I could’ve expected. “I never know what you’re going to do. You’re shameless, confident, so goddamn masculine. You own the world.”

Heavens, where was this coming from?

“I can follow you,” he went on quietly. I wondered if it was easier for him to communicate when his eyes were closed. It appeared that way. “I don’t have to top.”

Hmm. “Have you been a top with previous lovers?”

He nodded. “I like it, but…mentally, it’s… I don’t know how to explain.”

I could guess, though, and I almost wished I would be wrong. Because he couldn’t be that perfect. Christ, I’d lose my heart to him if he turned out to be the missing puzzle piece I’d longed for even when I was surrounded by kinksters.

“Separate the mind from the body, dear.” I dipped a lotion-coated hand into his trunks and cupped his cock.

He gasped. “Oh my God.”

I groped him like I wanted to, tugging on his cock and balls until he was pressing himself against me.

“Focus, little boy,” I chided. “Mentally, you’re submissive, but you have physical urges as both a top and a bottom—is that what you’re saying?”

“Yes,” he whimpered. “Fuck—I think so. I haven’t bottomed.”

Possessiveness roared ahead, and I had to gnash my teeth to restrain myself. Somewhat. Not completely. I withdrew my hand from his groin and poured more lotion, and then I slipped my hand down to his ass instead. I had to feel him a bit.

I didn’t give him any warning. I slid my fingers between his cheeks and reached his opening. A tight, soft, untouched little opening.

Peyton sucked in a stuttered breath and smacked his hands onto the counter, his fingers trying fruitlessly to dig into the marble surface.

“You’re telling me this is a virgin little bottom, Peyton?” I pushed the tip of my index finger inside him, and he groaned and nodded. “Christ. How’s Daddy gonna stay away now? This makes me want to visit your room in the middle of the night and take you in your sleep.”

The answer was, Daddy wouldn’t stay away. But I’d practice patience a short while longer.

Peyton all but collapsed over the counter when I withdrew from him and declared he was ready for a day in the sun.

“Are you just g-gonna leave me l-like this?” he stammered incredulously.

“Of course not. I’m gonna bring you with me. Let’s go.”

Peyton was…cranky. It was endearing, funny, and very Julia-like.

It was as if he were reverting mentally, a heady idea that drove me insane with desire. It was evidence. Evidence that he felt relaxed enough, that he trusted me enough, to