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“Please…” He seemed at a loss. His eyes were full of a desperate plea. “Punish me. Please, Kit.”

Oh, fuck. His position. Those words. My blood still running hot. My cock went rigid in my track pants.

“How should I punish you?” I asked, my voice rough with gravel.

“Any way you want.”

I stared at him, read the offer in his eyes. No, read the plea.

I should back away now. Put a stop to this. But…he was kneeling at my feet, cheeks red, hair tousled. He parted his lips, giving me a glimpse of pink tongue, and I was lost.

I jerked my pants down, baring my cock, and grabbed a handful of his hair. “Take it, then.”

He opened his mouth wider and tipped forward.

I slid over his velvety tongue, the wet heat delicious. His mouth closed around me. I groaned and bucked forward, deeper into his mouth. Into his throat. He gagged.

On reflex, I pulled back.

Joey grabbed my ass, tugging me forward, choking loudly on my dick, eyes watering as he forced himself to take me into his throat.

I pushed him back. “No,” I said sharply.

He released me, sitting back on his heels, panting harshly. His eyes were glazed. “What?”

“Keep your hands to yourself. I’ll decide how you get to touch me.”

He slipped his hands behind his back.

I grabbed a handful of hair and plunged back into his mouth. He groaned, eyes slipping shut, and it occurred to me this wasn’t much of a punishment.

I was aching for release, my balls heavy, and Joey’s slick tongue was dancing along my shaft. There was no stopping now. Not until I’d gotten some satisfaction.

I drew back, leaving just the tip of my cockhead on his tongue. Joey whimpered and leaned forward, as if desperate not to lose his treat.

“I’m in charge,” I reminded him.

He stilled.

“Better.” I yanked his head forward, making him take me deep without warning, and he choked as I pushed into his throat. “Take it. Take it. Take⁠—”

My climax hit me hard, wiping out everything but the pleasure pulsing through me. I shuddered, gasping, coming too hard to even make a sound as I poured down his throat.

Joey spluttered, sounding as if he were drowning, and I let him pull out of my grip. I’d never held him tightly enough to truly force him. Joey wanted punishment. I’d given it to him. It was all consensual.

So why did my stomach turn when I saw the tears that had poured down his face?

That was just a physical reaction from gagging. He wasn’t…crying, was he? And even if he was, why should I feel bad? He’d caused no end of tears for Dakota. For me. For our entire family.

“Kit,” he rasped, his voice wrecked.

I jerked up my pants, stumbling back. “I have to go.”

He scrambled to his feet, rubbing an arm over his wet face. “Wait.”

“This shouldn’t have—I should never—” I backed away, toward the door, my chest hollowing out and my blood turning to ice. “This never happened.”

“But—”