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it.”
    “You‟re mean, Daddy.” Angel pouted.
    2Kael continued, “And you came two seconds after I finger fucked you. That‟s a dead giveaway. A submissive is supposed to ask permission to come, but you couldn‟t control it.”
    On the bedside table, Angel‟s phone rang. He sat up, reaching for it. Kael grabbed his arm, forcing him roughly back onto the bed. He pinned his shoulders down and spoke into his face very close, but never raised his voice. “Don‟t touch it.”
    The look in Angel‟s eyes spoke with far more intensity than his words; he was terrified. The color in his cheeks drained, and his breath caught in his throat. Kael knew he could be scary, and he used the ability to great effect when need be. The phoned stopped ringing. “Sorry, Daddy,” Angel whispered.
    Kael pulled the condom off his cock and stood up. “Let‟s get showered and dressed. We need to leave.” He pushed Angel in front of him into the bathroom.
    “Turn the shower on and get in.” While the boy obeyed him, he flushed the condom down the toilet.
    They stepped under the rushing water. Kael squirted a lavish amount of shower gel into his palm and took Angel by the arm, turning him to face the tiled wall. He slapped the palm of his hand against Angel‟s buttocks and began to wash him. “Bloody hell, this stuff smells like a whore‟s bedroom.”
    Angel giggled. “It‟s strawberry-and-kiwi scented.”
    “It‟s not manly.”
    Kael soaped between Angel‟s buttocks, probing the boy‟s rectum with his forefinger. Angel moaned, but Kael carried on washing him, soaping his thighs with his big hands. He turned him around, poured more gel into his palm, and washed Angel‟s cock and balls. The boy had an erection before he began, and Kael‟s well-lubricated hand running up and down his shaft was too much for him. With an openmouthed cry, he came for the second time without permission, his legs quivering, hands clutching at Kael‟s waist.
    “I need to teach you to control that,” Kael told him, but that wasn‟t likely to happen. What was wrong with him? He was acting as if he had a future with the boy, when the truth was that Angel‟s time was running out every second.
    Kael let him recover, amused at how easily the boy spilled his load. He took a sponge and began washing the rest of Angel‟s body, his mind in two places as he worked: the sensual enjoyment of the moment and what had to happen next. He was not often or easily confused, but he could not reconcile his enjoyment of the boy—not just his body, but his youthful sweetness and trust—against what must happen next. He could not look Angel in the eyes when he did it.
    When he was happy with his work, he tossed the sponge at Angel. “Now me.
    Start with my feet.”
    “Yes, Sir, Daddy.”
    Angel poured the fruit-scented gel onto the sponge and dropped to his knees.
    He scrubbed Kael‟s feet and began to work his way up his legs. Kael stood with his feet apart, looking down at the boy, who worked with a serious look on his face as if this were the most important task of his life.
    When Angel reached his cock, he dropped the sponge and did what Kael had done. He poured gel into his palms and carefully, lovingly soaped Kael‟s cock and balls. The water running continuously rinsed off the soap, and Angel took the thick cock into his mouth.
    Kael grabbed a handful of Angel‟s hair, yanking his head back. The cock slid out of Angel‟s mouth, and he looked up, shocked, as water poured over his face.
    “Ask.”
    A moment of uncertainty washed over Angel‟s face before he understood. “May I suck your cock, Daddy?”
    “Suck it,” Kael answered.
    When Angel opened his mouth, Kael thrust his hips hard while holding the back of Angel‟s head. The sensation of his thick organ sliding into the boy‟s mouth until it bumped against his throat was so intense he allowed his climax to ride over him at once. He didn‟t have time to wait anyway. As his sperm flooded the