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Swallowing, I forced the words out. “Yes. Yes,you can touch me.”

Hehadto touch me.

If I thought it would make him go faster Iwould’ve begged, but the look on his face said he wasn’t going to be rushed.

“What are your safewords, my omega?” Hisvoice was low and soothing and it took several seconds to realize what he wasasking.

“I…I want to use stoplight colors.” Thatwas probably the only thing I’d remember in the moment, and that was justbecause my characters had used them for so long it was ingrained in me.

“Thank you for trusting me.” His fingersbarely skimmed over my face. The faint touch went right to my cock like everynerve ending was attached to it.

I found myself closing my eyes as the padsof his fingers brushed over my lips and down my neck. It was such a simpletouch, but there was no hesitation and that in itself was incredibly erotic.

He continued the soft, barely there strokesover completely innocent parts of my face and neck until I wasn’t sure therewas a solid bone in my body any longer. When he finally spoke, I had no ideahow long I’d knelt there, but I felt wonderful.

“You liked it when I talked about spankingyou.” It wasn’t a question, but I nodded anyway just to make sure he knew whatI was feeling.

He seemed to like that because he made asoft approving noise and stroked my face. “Good boy.”

Just that statement sent waves of pleasurethrough me. Tristan clearly knew it because I could hear a smirk in his voice.“Do you know how sexy you are, my boy?”

That clearly didn’t require a responsebecause he kept going. “You like the idea of being spanked too much for it tobe a punishment, though. Do you know if you like pain?”

That required words.

Wording was hard.

“I…yes, a little.” I wasn’t going to say Iwas a wuss, but from the little I’d played around with pain it didn’t take muchto make me very happy, so I didn’t have any desire to go further than that.

“Good boy.” His fingers trailed down myneck again. “I think that deserves a reward.”

My brain quickly spanned a thousanddifferent options for what that could mean, but frustratingly, Tristan decidedto smile and keep everything light for now. His fingers stroked over my chestand around my nipples.

Even through the thin fabric of my T-shirt,it was like faint streaks of lightning going through me, but it just made mecrave more.

“My boy doesn’t seem grateful.” His teasingtone kept the words light, but they hit me deep.

Forcing my eyes open, I peered up at him.“Thank you, Sir. That’s…” He flicked over my nipples, making my voice catch inmy throat.

Taking a staggered breath, I tried again.“Thank you for rewarding me, Sir.”

That was clearly better because his smilewidened and he pinched both nipples in another frustrating reward. “Oh…I…Thankyou.”

Rewards seemed like they were going to bejust as maddening as punishments.

“That’s much better.” He went back toslowly stroking them. “I like it when you’re a sweet, polite omega.”

Before I could even begin to picture whathe’d meant by that, he continued. “But I think I’m going to enjoy my needy,dirty omega too.”

Was there a way to politely ask when he wasgoing to push me to that point?

Probably not.

I clearly hadn’t been making the subs in mybooks frustrated enough during scenes.

“What kind of pain does my boy dream about?Spankings, but what else? Have you imagined your Master torturing your nipplesor maybe seeing how you like being flogged?” His chuckle as he finished his questionsaid he hadn’t missed the way my body shivered.

The images were just too perfect.