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“Sir is fine, our names are fine, or… what do you want to call us?”

Tessa glanced up shyly, wishing she’d remembered to bring Gus so she’d have something to squeeze. “I could call you Daddy Beau and Daddy Dax. If that’s okay.”

“I like it. I think it’s perfect. And, I think lunchtime is over and you’d better head upstairs for your nap. I’d hate to have to punish you the next time we saw you.”

“Yes, Daddy Beau,” Tessa agreed. But truthfully, she didn’t think she’d hate that. Not even a little bit. Not even at all.

Beau

Beau watched as Dax, who despite having an inner submissive who could be somewhat of a brat, was a consummate professional, brilliant at design and devoted to his work, glared at his computer, manhandled his mouse, and cursed under his breath for the tenth time.

“Hey, what’s up?” Beau asked, coming up behind him. They’d been working for hours, and it was almost time to call it quits for the day and go to dinner.

“Nothing,” Dax muttered. It was actually more of a growl.

Raising his brows, Beau spun Dax’s work chair around, and cupped his chin. “Don’t lie to me, boy.”

“It’s work hours. I’m working. We are equals during work hours.” He tried to spin back around but Beau stopped him.

An alarm on Dax’s phone went off, signaling the end of their work day and Beau grinned. “Work hours are over, babyboy. Tell Daddy what’s wrong.”

Dax deflated before his eyes. “I don’t know. It’s nothing. It’s stupid.”

“Judging by your outward display of stress, it’s not nothing, and I know it’s not stupid. So are you going to tell Daddy, or am I going to have to spank it out of you?”

He didn’t answer, and Beau knew what that meant. Closing the door to the conference room they used as an office, he took Dax’s hand and pulled him over to the futon in the back corner. Dax didn’t fight a bit as Beau undid the buttons on his work jeans and slid them over his hips. He was commando underneath, and his dick twitched as his pants fell. Wordlessly, Beau guided Dax over his lap, drawing pleasure in the sight of his babyboy’s bare ass, and toned muscular butt cheeks.

“Last chance. Tell Daddy what’s wrong.”

Dax just shrugged. Beau nodded to himself. Dax got this way sometimes. His thoughts took over and it was hard for him to communicate. He needed a bit of extra motivation to loosen him up so he could sort things out.

Resting his hands on Dax’s bottom, Beau pressed the tip of his thumb against the puckered hole between his cheeks.

“You’re in your head, babyboy. Are you still upset about the situation with Jilly?”

Dax shook his head. “No, I mean, I feel awful for upsetting her, but now it all kind of seems like it was meant to be that she turned us down and introduced us to Tessa, so that’s not really an issue. I’ve reconciled it in my mind.”

“That’s good.” Beau hummed, wondering what his next move should be. Did he keep playing the guessing game until he landed on the right thing, or did he just hit all his boy’s buttons until the truth came out? He didn’t really like guessing, and it didn’t always work. Sometimes, Dax really didn’t know what was wrong until he was saying it out loud. With that in mind, Beau pushed harder against his anus, penetrating the barrier with his finger.

Pumping in and out, he remained silent for a few minutes, just letting Dax revel in the feelings of his own submission. Sometimes that was all it took.

“Do you know why you are feeling so out of sorts?” Beau prompted.

Dax’s squirm was the only answer, but it was the only one Beau really needed.

“Talk to me, babyboy.”

“I’m nervous.”

“Nervous about what?” Beau frowned, racking his brain for what the possible answers could be. But with Dax, it could be almost anything.

“I don’t know how to do this.”

“Do what?”

When Dax didn’t answer, Beau encouraged him with a hard slap across his left bottom cheek.

“What is it you don’t know how to do?” Beau pushed his finger deeper inside Dax’s bottom and added a second. When Dax remained silent, Beau added a set of stinging swats to the tops of his thighs. “Do what, babyboy? Talk to me. I can’t help you if you don’t talk.”