Page 39 of My Craving

“Eventually.” His fingers tighten around my hips. “First, we’re going to talk about why you keep insisting this is a game when I’ve already told you it isn’t.”

“You keep calling this a game.” Duncan looks up at me from where he sits on the edge of the bed, his hands still firm around my hips. “I don’t want it to be one.”

There’s nothing teasing in his expression. For once, Duncan is giving me a straight answer instead of making me guess what the hell he means.

“What do you want from me?”

“You.” His thumbs move slowly against my hips. “I want the brat who argues with me just to see how far he can push. The smartass who tied me up with my own fucking belt and ran.” His grip tightens, drawing me closer between his knees. “I want the boy who wants me to take control, and I want the man underneath all of that too. I want you with me, Nash. And when you’re not with me, I want to know you’re safe.”

My hands rest on his upper arms. Duncan could have almost anyone he wanted, yet he’s sitting here telling me he wants all the parts of me that usually send people running in the opposite direction. He hasn’t seen all of them yet.

He doesn’t know what I do when men like Justin keep walking free or that I have no intention of stopping. If this thing between us goes any further, eventually I’ll have to tell him. The possibility of what happens afterward twists through my stomach, but Duncan gives me no time to disappear into my own head.

His fingers move to my waist, tracing the edge of my belt. “I knew there was something different about you the first time I saw you. Every time you opened that smart mouth afterward only made me want you more.”

A laugh almost escapes me. “That might be the strangest compliment anyone has ever given me.”

“It wasn’t a compliment.” His eyes move over my face before returning to mine. “It was a warning.”

That should probably concern me. Instead, anticipation curls low in my stomach as his fingers move to the button of my jeans.

“You act like I don’t have a choice in the matter.” I slide my hands onto his shoulders, unable to resist touching him. The muscles beneath my palms are firm, his body warm even through his shirt.

“You had a choice when you ran from me.” Duncan unbuttons my jeans, then takes his time lowering the zipper. Every slow movement of his fingers makes me want to reach down and hurry him along.

“So are you going to punish me, Daddy?”

“Yes,” his breath catches. He’s running his fingertips over my now exposed pink satin panties. His movements speed up as he pushes my jeans down my thighs. “I never knew how much I would be turned on by a man in panties. Fuck.”

His hands run up the back of my thighs. My grip on his shoulders tightens. When his rough, calloused hands cup my ass, I moan. I should stop this, but there is no way I’m going to.

He turns me and moves me to the outside of his thighs. Before I can react, I’m draped over his thighs, ass on display. The material of the thong is pulled tight against my balls when he runs his fingers under the thin strip of material between my ass cheeks.

“You will learn that you belong to me, with me. And that lesson starts now. Pickles is your safe word, and other than your moans, it’s the only sound you are allowed to say.”

I can’t even form a retort before his hand roughly cups one of my ass cheeks. I hold the moan that he’s allowing me just to spite him. I wait for the sting against my skin, but it doesn’t come.

“What are you waiting for? Aren’t you going to spank me?”

“Spanking isn’t the only form of punishment.”

I’m vaguely aware of Duncan leaning over and grabbing something from the nightstand. His hand doesn’t stop the soothing circles on my skin. The telltale snick of a cap being popped open has me looking over my shoulder. He only arches an eyebrow at me and cocks his head. I know he is waiting for me to safe word. Well, he can keep on waiting. I turn back to my original position, wiggling my butt at him.

“You only cum when I tell you to.”

Dear God, someone gave this man a playbook to my kryptonite. Spanking, yes, Daddy. Orgasm denial, yes, Daddy. Commanding, again, yes, Daddy. Now, if he would make me beg for it, my life would be complete. I could die a happy man.

Chapter 21 Duncan

The satin catches the light every time Nash moves, drawing my attention back to his ass. The thought of my handprints blooming across his skin, matching the pink material, almost has me changing my mind about the spanking. I gently pull the material tighter against him as he wiggles against my thigh, his hard cock pressing against me.

“If you want me to stop, say it now.”

He shakes his head. That’s not good enough. I want the words, so I pull a little harder on the satin.

“Use your words, boy.”

He shivers. “I don’t want you to stop.”