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"You look so beautiful like this," he murmured, voice thick. I tried to say something back, but all that came out was a drawn-out, pathetic moan. He kept at it, rolling in deep, until my whole body was a live wire. He shifted his angle just a little, and I saw stars. He knew exactly where and how to do it.

"Please, Daddy, I want to come. Please let me," I begged, no shame at all.

"Do it," he growled, and as soon as he said it, only three more thrusts and I did, coming untouched, so hard it left me dizzy. He followed with a grunt, clutching me to his chest, his whole body flexing around me.

When it was over, we collapsed together. I nuzzled my face into the hollow of his shoulder, breathing him in, half asleep even as I tried to hold onto the moment as long as possible.

Chapter 32. Florian

On our first full day in Italy, I discovered that vacation Daddy was still very much schedule Daddy. I woke to his hand caressing my cheek, gently but firmly pulling me from sleep. The bedroom was bathed in golden light. For a moment, I forgot where I was, confused by the unfamiliar light on the high ceiling, until Knox's voice rumbled beside me.

"Good morning, little boy. Coffee on the terrace in fifteen minutes." His lips brushed my forehead before he slipped from the bed, leaving behind the lingering scent of his cologne.

“Daaaaaddy, we're on vacation!” I protested, checking my phone to see the time. I was surprised to see it was almost 10am.

“Exactly, I don't want us to waste it. Now, chop-chop.”

I found him exactly fifteen minutes later, freshly showered and dressed in linen pants that I'd never seen before. He sat at a small wrought-iron table, an actual paper newspaper spread before him, like a boomer, and a steaming espresso cup at hiselbow. The terrace was drenched in morning light, the sea below so bright it hurt to look at directly.

"Right on time," he noted with approval, folding the paper as I approached. Of course I was. He hated lateness, and I wanted to please him. He gestured to the chair across from him where a larger cup waited, hot chocolate, of course, but just how I liked it. "Sleep well?"

I sank into the chair, curling my fingers around the warm porcelain. "This bed is even better than yours at home. You wrecked me last night as well."

He laughed. "High praise."

I took a sip of hot chocolate and nearly moaned. It was perfect, rich and smooth. "Oh my god," I breathed, taking another greedy sip.

We sat in silence for a second, the only sounds the distant rush of waves against the cliffs below and the occasional call of seabirds. The air smelled of salt. I found myself studying Knox's profile as he gazed out at the sea. He was fucking handsome. Looking at him gave me chills, and I wanted to jump on his lap right away, but I held myself back.

"I've planned a schedule for our stay," he said, turning those dark eyes back to me. I grimaced and he noticed, laughing again. I loved that I could make him react in such a way. "Structure is good for you, little one."

“Even on vacation?! Of course you’d have a schedule…” I sighed, sipping more of my perfect chocolate, sitting in front of my perfect man.

“Yes, little brat, and you'll follow it like a good boy.”

I hid my smile behind my cup. "Fiiine. What's on the agenda today, Daddy?"

He set his empty espresso cup down. "Swimming lessons."

My stomach dropped, half-nervous, half-excited way. "Swimming lessons?"

"In the infinity pool." He nodded toward the glittering water just visible from our position. "You mentioned once that you never properly learned. When we first met."

I opened my mouth. I couldn't quite believe he listened to what I said from that first time. On that first day we met, when he offered me to use his pool, and I told him I had never learned.

"I-I can swim," I protested weakly. "Just not... well."

"We'll improve it, then," he said, in that tone that brooked no argument. "Go change. Your trunks are in the second drawer in the bedroom."

“But Daddy…”

“No buts. I want to teach you what you should have learned a long time ago, if you’d had someone responsible to show you.”

I didn't answer because my throat closed up for a second.

When I returned to the terrace in trunks, black with two white stripes on the sides, Knox was already in the pool. The sight of him made me pause at the glass doorway. He'd removed his shirt, revealing his chest. Water beaded on his shoulders, catching the sunlight like tiny diamonds. The cut of his chest and arms made my mouth water. I was suddenly acutely aware of my own body, the paleness of my skin, the slight boniness of my frame despite the weight I'd gained since moving in with Knox. The old voice started up, but I shut it down. Knox's rules aboutself-deprecation were clear, and my ass remembered every one of them.

"Come here, you gorgeous boy," Knox called, his voice gentle but firm.