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Later that day the apartment finally felt normal. Not hospital-quiet. Just people living.Ren was on the sofa with a notebook on his knee, writing ideas for Aurelia like it was a serious project. Ayesha sat with a mug in both hands, bandages clean, tired but present.“Kai and I are leaving the top floor,” Ren said. “We’re moving out of this building for a bit. Going to his penthouse — the private one, not anything tied to the syndicate block. Aurelia’s coming, and he wants her somewhere quieter.”Ayesha nodded.“That makes sense.”“He told me to plan actual fun things for her. Playground, baking, ice cream, the whole bribery package.” Ren hesitated. “I know you’ve got enough on your plate. I still wanted you to know. If you get bored stiff here, you can come visit. He already said yes.”“I’d like that. If I keep staring at these walls I’ll start creating problems that don’t even exist.”Ren smiled a little.“Also… Kai mentioned Adrian might move too. When Cookie stays with him she sle

Kai’s POVI left him braced on the headboard for a second and just looked.Thong cutting into soft hips. Two beads seated. The rest of the string hanging against his ass like it was mocking both of us. Clamps already tight enough to keep his nipples peaked and angry. He was breathing too fast for a man who claimed he was only “fine.”I set my palm on one cheek and squeezed.Then I spanked him.Not a polite tap. A full open-handed strike that sent the flesh jolting and made the dangling beads swing. Ren jerked and moaned into the headboard. I hit the other side, then the first again, settling into a rhythm that had his ass warming under my hand. Each slap made him jiggle. Each jiggle tugged the string and shifted the two beads already inside him. I could see it in the way his hole clenched around them, in the broken sounds he could not swallow.“Feel that?” I asked, and spanked him again harder. “Every time this ass moves, those beads remind you who put you on your knees.”“D-Daddy—”

Ren’s POV I could not think in clean lines anymore. My ass was still hot from his hand. Every spank had jolted the beads inside me, two at first, then more, each one wider than the last, stretching me open in little shocks until I felt packed and restless and stupid with need. When he fed them in I felt the burn at my rim first — that sharp, bright stretch — then the slide, then the full seated pressure that made my cock throb against the thong. I had put the clamps on myself. I had pushed the first beads in myself. I had thought I was ready. I was not ready for him. When he ripped the thong the sound alone made my hole clench around the string and the dildo he had already forced in beside it. Air hit my cock and I twitched hard, leaking onto my own stomach. His palm wrapped around me and my brain shorted out. Heat. Pressure. The dildo still buried. The beads shifting when I clenched. Then his mouth closed over the head of my cock and I heard myself make a noise I would have been

Kai’s POVRen was still shaking when his hand drifted down between us.I was buried in him, soft enough to stay, hard enough that every small clench of his hole made my cock twitch. His fingers found the place where we were joined — the stretched rim, the slick mess of my cum already trying to leak out around my shaft — and he rubbed there slowly, filthy and curious, like he needed to feel the proof on his own skin. The touch made him moan. It made me hiss.I pulled out.He groaned at the loss, hole fluttering open, a thick pulse of cum following my cock and sliding down toward the sheets. Before it could all escape he pushed his fingers against his rim and shoved it back inside himself. The sight nearly finished me all over again — his own hand working my release back into that pink, used cunt, soft sounds spilling out of him while he did it.I pushed his hand aside and took over.Two of my fingers pressed in with the cum, packing it deeper, stroking through the heat and the mess wh

Kai’s POVRen was out like a light with my cock still inside him.Not subspace or unconscious from pleasure. Just the soft, heavy sleep of a man who had been fucked empty of every thought. I stayed like that longer than I meant to, half hard, half gone myself, his back to my chest and my hand wrapped around his torso. At some point I woke properly, eased out of him, and dealt with the mess. Cleaned him up while he barely stirred. Put the blankets back around his sore body the way he liked. Then I got in beside him and slept for real.When I opened my eyes again the light in the penthouse had changed.Late morning.Ren was still out, face mashed into the pillow, one hand curled in the sheet like he might drag me back in his sleep. I watched him for a minute, stupidly fond, then forced myself up. If I stayed I would only put my mouth on his shoulder and ruin the recovery he actually needed.In the study I dealt with the practical things first.The pilot flying Cookie and Ara in. Confir