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  And again.

  “Four, Sir.” There was a definite sob in his voice that time, but that was to be expected with a punishment, unfortunately. If this was pleasurable, or a funishment, then Reginald wouldn’t expect it, but remorse and tears during punishment, Reginald expected, even if it tore him up inside.

  And the final swing.

  “Five, Sir.”

  Reginald dropped the belt to the floor and knelt beside Preston, running his hand over his boy’s head and body, down to his balls, being careful not to handle them too hard.

  “I’m sorry, Sir, for not trusting you and not talking to you. For just getting mad and lashing out,” Preston apologized.

  Reginald pressed a kiss to the top of Preston’s head. “It’s okay, boy. You’re human. We all are. Flawed and imperfect. It happens. I can’t expect you to be perfect when I’m not.”

  He ran his hands over Preston’s back down to his ass, knee walking until he was behind his boy once again. Reginald pulled Preston’s ass cheeks apart, leaned forward, and ran his tongue up the crease. He groaned as the musky taste of the most intimate part of Preston exploded over the slick appendage. He licked around the plug that still sat in Preston’s ass, before reaching up and pulling it free. He tossed it to the side and continued to lick, suck, and nibble at Preston’s hole.

  Lifting his hands up, he skimmed his fingertips up to Preston’s nipples and plucked on them before pinching them. He tugged on them until he felt Preston’s torso moving with him in an effort to relieve the pain. Releasing the nubs, Reginald rubbed his fingers around the abused flesh while he continued to thrust his tongue in and out of Preston’s rectum.

  Raising his head, Reginald grabbed a packet of lube from his pocket and smeared it on his fingers. Pushing two fingers into Preston’s body, Reginald pressed hard and withdrew quickly. Twisting his fingers, he repeated the action, listening to the moans and sighs of Preston from above him.

  Leaning down, Reginald bit the flesh of Preston’s bottom around the garter and sucked it into his mouth, laving it as he continued to fuck Preston’s channel with his fingers, pressing in a third lubed finger. He licked at the no doubt pink skin and pulled his fingers free. Grabbing a condom from his wallet, Reginald sheathed his hard cock and squeezed the rest of the lube onto it and rubbed it in. Wiping his hands on the tails of his shirt, he knew he would have to stop and get a change of clothes before returning to work. But all of that could wait.

  Searching around, he grabbed the key for Preston’s chastity cage, and taking hold of it, he reached under his boy’s body and unlocked the small padlock, placing the cage into the side pocket of his briefcase. He heard Preston’s sigh of relief as he freed him just before he lined up the head of his cock with the smaller man’s relaxed entrance and thrust inside.

  Preston let out a loud groan and slid forward slightly on his shoulders. Reginald reached down with one hand and took hold of Preston’s bound hands, the other holding onto his garter belt and the boyshorts that were shoved beneath Preston’s hard dick. He growled softly as he relished in the feeling of Preston’s tight channel wrapped around his erection.

  Pulling his hips back, he slid his cock out until only the head remained before thrusting back in. He set up a punishing pace, in and out of Preston’s body. He gloried in the sensation of being back inside of Preston once again. He was glad his phone’s flashlight was on so he could see Preston’s pantyhose-clad legs pressed against his own and only wished they could be in his bed where he could love on Preston without fear of discovery or interruption.

  Love?

  Reginald pushed aside that thought as he continued to hammer into Preston’s rear, releasing his bound hands to reach under his hips to grab his cock and balls. Gripping Preston’s cock, he squeezed it before jacking it slowly then faster and faster. He could hear Preston’s breathing coming in shorter gasps and knew his boy was on the verge of an orgasm, feeling his own balls pulling tightly to his body and the tingle at the base of his spine as well as the tingling in his fingertips and his toes. Reginald decided to put them both out of their misery.

  “Come,” he commanded Preston before pressing the tip of his fingernail into the head of Preston’s dick. He pulled it out and grunted as Preston’s ass muscles tightened on his shaft, and the other man moaned out his name before releasing a torrent of cum over his fingers and the carpet below them. Speeding up the plunges in and out of Preston’s chute, Reginald tossed himself headlong into his own orgasm before wrapping his hands tightly around Preston’s hips as he shook and twitched from the force of it.

  “I love you, Preston,” he said softly.

  “What?” Preston gasped.

  Before Reginald could respond, the lights in the elevator flickered back on, and they began to move again, heading toward the parking garage. Cursing, Reginald pulled out of Preston’s body, untied Preston, and tossed the other man his clothes before quickly righting his own clothes. He stepped over to help Preston fix his attire before the doors opened, hoping they would finish before anyone saw them, but when the doors slid apart, Reginald looked down and saw Preston’s corset in the corner, along with his shoes, and butt plug, and both of them obviously looked mussed.

  There was also the used condom that was lying in the middle of the elevator.

  “Daddy?” a voice called out.

  “Fuck,” Preston groaned.

  ****

  Chapter Five

  This would be a perfect time for a sinkhole to open up directly beneath my feet and suck me into the middle of the Earth, Preston thought as he looked over Reginald’s shoulder and saw Rachel standing outside of the elevator with Cassandra, Demetri, and Zora, who held Solomon in her arms, a smirk on her face as she glanced at him, Reginald, and then at the floor. Preston turned his gaze to what she was looking at and blushed when he saw the used condom and toys on the floor.

  Kill me.

  When he saw that some of his coworkers were starting to exit the elevators and were glancing over to see what all the commotion was, Preston pushed Reginald away and bent over to grab first his corset and then the condom, which he quickly and efficiently tied and pocketed, before setting himself to rights. Shoes on, shirt tucked in, hair in some semblance of control, tie on, jacket buttoned. He saw that Reginald was doing the same, and had in fact, put the cock cage and butt plug away in his briefcase— thank God for small favors— before Preston once again faced his family. Clearing his throat, Preston smiled.

  “Well! Look who’s here! I wasn’t expecting you guys! You caught me at a rather bad time. Mister Moreno and I were on our way to lunch when we got trapped in the elevator there for a while, and now it’s probably time for us to get back to work, so we’ll probably have to order in. So what brings you all by?” he asked with a smile on his face.

  He would not talk about what they’d obviously interrupted or come upon the end of. Nope, nothing doing. He knew that Demetri and Zora would interrogate him when the kids weren’t around, but there was no way he was having this conversation in front of his children.

  “Daddy? What were you doing? You looked so messy,” Rachel asked innocently.

  Preston blushed and glanced over at Reginald, who was leaning against the elevator doors to keep them from closing. Preston grabbed his own briefcase and things and stepped out ahead of the man. Swallowing nervously, he smiled down at his daughter and gestured at Reginald.

  “I told you honey, Mister Moreno and I got stuck in the elevator, and it scared Daddy at first. All the lights went out and everything. We were in there for a long time, but then they came back on, and now here we are,” he said.

  “Oh,” she replied and nodded with a smile.

  Cassandra smirked at him and crossed her arms. Preston knew that his daughter, who was growing up way too fast, didn’t believe him at all.

  “So Daddy, this is Mister Moreno, your boss?” Cassandra questioned, putting air quotes around the word boss. “The one you and Mommy call Mister Perfect?”<
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  Preston spluttered and looked over at Reginald, who chuckled.

  “Well, um… Cassandra. You see… he is my boss, but um…” Preston could see that Reginald was waiting to see how he was going to respond to the question, especially after the man’s confession just minutes earlier. “He’s a little more than that. He’s also Daddy’s boyfriend.”

  “What?” Zora gasped. “For how long?”

  “A long time. Three years,” Preston confessed.

  Zora narrowed her eyes, and Preston knew that he was going to be getting reamed out later on that evening, and not by his Sir, but by the mother of his children. Decidedly unpleasant.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Cassandra. I’ve heard a lot about you. All of you, actually,” Reginald said with a nod.

  “We’ve heard a lot about you as well, though I’m not sure how much of it we should believe,” Demetri said with a laugh.

  The two men laughed, and Preston glared at Demetri before he stopped.

  “So why are you all here?” Preston asked again.

  Zora rolled her eyes and huffed. “Well, Demetri’s brother is in the hospital. They found him a heart, and we’re going to over to the Cleveland Cardiac Clinic to be there with him and the rest of the family, but we don’t want the kids to miss school, so we need you to take them for the week. Also, they don’t like kids around patients who have just received transplants, because of germs and things, so… can you? I know there’s a daycare here for Solomon.”

  Preston glanced over at Reginald with lifted eyebrows. Monday to Friday at six p.m. was their time. He was relieved and humbled when he saw Reginald smile and nod at him.

  “Sure, no problem. But why do you have the kids with you now?” Preston asked.

  “They had to pack some clothes for school for the entire week because they knew what they wanted to wear, and we needed to pack for ourselves. Plus we’ve been on the phone all morning, talking to doctors, dealing with family, the airline, our jobs… And you know your children— they only have their Monday uniforms with them when they come to your house. They always bring their school uniforms back to the house on Friday and leave them there,” Zora pointed out.

  Preston nodded. He’d forgotten about that. His children mostly had summer, winter break, and weekend play clothes at his home.

  “Right. Well, do you need me to go and open the trunk of the car so you can leave the luggage, or are you going to drop the kids off at the house?”

  “No, we’ll pass them off to your office’s child care center right after school so we can head to the hospital. Can we put their clothes in your car now?” Demetri asked.

  “Sure.” Preston searched his pockets for his keys and stopped when Reginald held them up. He blushed when he realized that they must have fallen out when they’d been inside of the elevator having sex.

  “Thanks,” he muttered.

  “No problem,” Reginald answered.

  Walking his family over to the car, Preston was acutely aware of Reginald following them. Pressing the button for the trunk, Preston opened it and heard Demetri grunt. Looking over at the man, Preston looked to see what had caused him to react in such a way and saw that there were four different pairs of his stilettoes within.

  Preston waited for the shame to wash over him, because wasn’t that what he should feel, being a man who liked to wear female clothes and shoes? However, he realized that he did not feel that way. While he didn’t want to explain anything to his children— they were much too young for that— he didn’t feel as if he needed to justify himself to anyone either.

  With a glance at Demetri, Preston collected the heels and placed them into the shopping bag he kept in the trunk before pushing it to the back. Looking toward where Zora stood with their kids, gathering their stuff, Preston turned to Demetri and winked.

  “If you want to buy a pair of those shoes for Zora, I can tell you where I got some of them, or Reginald can tell you where he bought the red pair, or the pink pair with the black heels,” he said softly.

  Demetri peered at him intently before grinning. “Really?”

  “Absolutely,” Reginald answered.

  Demetri laughed and nodded. “Great. I think it will be a great birthday present for her.”

  Preston snorted. “For her or for you?”

  “Let’s not split hairs here.” Demetri shrugged.

  They all laughed and stepped aside as Zora returned with the kids to place the bags into the trunk.

  After they left, Preston and Reginald each climbed into Reginald’s car and drove to the nearest clothing store to purchase a change of clothes that looked exactly like the ones they’d been wearing previously, or as close as they could manage. And when they returned to work, both eating sandwich wraps that they’d purchased from Smoothie King, it was with the knowledge that when they went home it would be to Preston’s home.

  Together.

  Preston also knew that both parts of his world had collided: “Daddy Preston” and “Boy Preston.” He wasn’t sure what would happen to his carefully organized life, not now that everyone seemed to know about “Mister Perfect,” his Sir, but he didn’t regret it.

  Turning to Reginald, Preston grabbed the man’s arm before they left the office for the day to go and collect the kids from the office’s child care center. There was one thing he had to say before he went back to being “Daddy.”

  “Yes, Preston?” Reginald asked, his eyebrows rising.

  “I love you too, Sir.”

  Reginald smiled softly at him. “I was hoping you did.” He looked around and dropped his hand to the front of Preston’s pants to rub his knuckles against Preston’s panty-clad groin. “I wonder what in the world you’ll let me do to you now that we’re in love? You know… once the kids are in bed asleep.” Reginald waggled his eyebrows at him, and Preston snorted a laugh before groaning as desire rushed through him.

  “Oh Sir, you can do what you want to me. You know that,” he said.

  Reginald nodded. “Good. Word?”

  “Daffodils.”

  Reginald jerked his head toward the open door. “Let’s go home, Preston.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Preston followed Reginald from the room, smiling as they headed toward the elevators. He let out a snort of amusement when Reginald hesitated, before turning to head toward the stairs, coughing to cover up the laugh when his Sir turned to look at him.

  “Do you find something funny, Preston?” Reginald asked.

  “No, Sir. Nothing at all.”

  Reginald nodded and continued on down the stairs. Preston followed him, chuckling softly. He would deny it if pressed, but even he was a little skittish about re-entering the elevator with only Reginald and he in attendance. Though they had enjoyed a pleasurable interlude earlier that day, it was time to pick up the kids, and Preston was really looking forward to feeling Reginald slamming his hard cock in Preston’s ass in his bed. You know, a soft mattress. Not the hard floor of the elevator. He wasn’t as young as he used to be.

  As they stepped out of the stairwell and approached the childcare facility for the employees’ children, Preston grinned widely when he heard his children calling out Reginald’s name. He was happy— and if he was being completely honest, relieved— that they had accepted his lover so quickly and so well. He had no delusions that everything would be smooth sailing from here on out, but he would bask in things for now.

  “Are you all ready to go?” Preston asked as he signed his kids out, smiling at the plump, brown-haired woman— Denise— who ran the facility.

  “Yes!” they all screamed simultaneously.

  “Well, let’s go then,” Reginald said with a big smile. “We can even stop for dinner on the way.”

  Preston was touched by the effort Reginald was putting into making sure his children were comfortable with his presence and knew he would have to go out of his way to show his Sir his appreciation. He’d have to wait until the children were asleep, but then he’d make sure
he sent Reginald to sleep with a smile on his face.

  ****

  Reginald sent off a final email and closed his laptop, cracking the knuckles of his fingers before stretching one arm over the other as he waited for Preston to finish putting his children to bed. Reginald had never really thought of the reality of Preston’s children. He knew they existed. It was why he and Preston weren’t together on the weekends, and why Reginald was relegated to being a voyeuristic-type stalker from Friday night to Monday morning as he spent his days and nights either working, golfing, working out, schmoozing clients, or standing— or sitting— in his bedroom, holding onto a pair of his binoculars, with a book in his hand, watching Preston and his children live their lives.

  Reginald was completely aware that the children existed. He knew all about them, their mother, and other father. He knew about their education. Their hobbies. He even knew about their social media habits. He would never tell Preston that he’d essentially had his entire family investigated and vetted. It was too… CIA and Scandal, even for him. But, Reginald had needed to know about the other part of Preston’s life. He wasn’t sure why. He just did.

  He knew now.

  It was because he loved Preston.

  But now that he’d put personalities and facial expressions, nuances, and essences to the copious files and notes that he’d obtained on Preston’s family members, Reginald suddenly felt… dirty about gathering all of his intel without asking Preston’s permission. He thought about telling Preston what he’d done. Asking for forgiveness. It wasn’t something he’d ever done before. Asking for absolution for an action he’d taken to protect himself, especially since he knew he had to protect himself and his assets, his legacy, his family fortune, his name, but Preston was different. Not just because Preston was his boy, his sub, but because Preston was… Preston.