“Strip for me, Ronan,” he ordered, his voice dropping deeply. “There’s a lot of things you still need to be punished for.” I didn't know if I should be scared or turned on, but my body decided for me. With my hands shaking a bit, I shrugged off the robe, letting it pool at my feet. I was naked now, my skin prickling in the cool air. I parted my legs wide, my knees hooking over the chair arms, exposing everything, my hole twitching under his gaze and my cock stirring to life. He stepped closer, his eyes raking over me. “You’re such a good boy,' he murmured, popping the lube cap.He knelt between my legs, one hand on my thigh, spreading me wider. The other squeezed lube onto his fingers.“Relax,” he said, but his tone was that of a command, not comfort. I nodded, breathing deeply, as his finger circled my rim slowly, teasing me and pressing just the tip in, then out, back and forth, building that ache. “You’ve been bad, Ronan. You made me stress over you for months.”His finger p
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