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access in my favor.”

Wetting his lips with his tongue, Braxton looked both fascinated and a little afraid. Perfect. He’d probably be very worked up by the time he was able to make the call. Eager for anything Ryan planned, his mind going over all best and worst case scenarios. It would definitely help keep the power exchange going while they were apart.

By the time he’d finished the amazing meal, Ryan’s thoughts had drifted to another matter they hadn’t discussed at length. Braxton mentioning locking himself in the bathroom sounded like something he did regularly. Of all the lessons he’d taught Braxton over the past few days, this one would be the most difficult to implement.

But also the most satisfying.

Leaving Braxton to tidy up the kitchen—despite his own typical need to clean when someone else cooked, as his mother had instilled on him—Ryan went to his room to get what he’d need. When he returned Braxton was hand washing the dishes. Unnecessary, since there was a dishwasher for the task, but he seemed like he was in the zone. Their time was running out and he was soaking in every last bit of submission he could. Offering his Dom all he could think of with his limited knowledge of the lifestyle.

It was beautiful to watch. That sweet, serene look on his face. The way his eyes shone when he looked over at Ryan.

And the little smile on his lips as Ryan came up behind him and kissed the back of his neck. He continued washing the dishes, a plate slipping in his hand before he tightened his grip. His breaths came out in little pants when he heard the top pop on the lube. He began to press back, anticipating Ryan’s next move…

Then caught on when Ryan moved away. Held still. And waited.

He was everything. This journey with him would be incredible, no matter where either of them were. They’d find a way to keep this connection between them growing stronger.

But he’d use every last moment that remained to solidify the foundation they’d built.

He let out a soft laugh and whispered in Braxton’s ear. “Do you know what it means to be mine?”

Chapter 15

Part of Braxton was already missing this time with Ryan, but his Dom brought him back to the present with his touch. With his way of grounding him with his tone, until all he had to let go and follow his command. That would be true no matter where he was.

But he was here. Now.

“I didn’t tell you to stop.”

Sucking in a breath at the warning in Ryan’s tone, Braxton retrieved the plate he’d dropped. Almost let it slip from his grip again as Ryan reached around him, securing a cock ring under his balls and at the base of his cock. God, the way the man took ownership of his body pushed all the right buttons. How he assumed control as though it was the natural order of things. The headspace Braxton found with him, the pure bliss of surrender was unmatched by anything short of a winning goal at the final moments of a tied game, and even then…

The faint apple scent of the soap reached him with every quick inhale as he braced himself, while scrubbing the plate more than it needed. He rinsed it off, lips parting as Ryan pressed into him, his dick stretching him open, bit at a time, not shifting him enough to disrupt his task. One hand on the edge of the sink, he tipped his hips back, needing that fullness to take him completely.

“No.” Ryan chuckled, using the spatula Braxton had just washed to smack his thigh hard enough to leave a little sting. “This isn’t for you to take, my boy. This is me giving you as much or as little as I choose to. We’ll see if it’s enough for you.”

A test. One Braxton would pass, no matter how hard it was. He thought back on their conversation and had to bite back a groan. Would Ryan really edge him until he came back from the road trip?

Holy fuck, that’s...kinda hot. If torture can be considered hot. There was no way he wouldn’t feel Ryan with him every moment of every day if all the relief he’d get would be withheld until he returned to him. He groaned as Ryan took him deeper, dragging in and out at a languorous pace, stimulating parts of him the man already knew better than Braxton knew himself. He’d be able