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Parker’s eyes widened with pure desire, quickly giving him away. “No, sir. A punishment was the last thing on my mind.”

“Parker?”

“Yes, sir?”

“I can see right through you.” I smirked before I kissed him, keeping it light and sweet, knowing it was the exact opposite of what Parker was so obviously in the mood for.

“Sir…” He whimpered against the kiss. “Kiss me…”

“I am kissing you, Parker.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Actually, I don’t. I think I’m kissing you the exact way you’re supposed to be kissed by your respectable boyfriend?—”

“I don’t want my respectable boyfriend. I want you, sir.”

“Hmm. You make it sound like we’re two different people.” I chuckled as I brought my mouth back down toward his, forcing my tongue between his lips, barely giving him enough room left to breathe. Parker didn’t seem to mind, though, his legs wrapping around my torso as we kissed, his moans perfectly landing on my tongue.

I started to move against him, purposely thrusting my hips into his, wanting to feel if he was already hard for me. As expected, his cock brushed against my shaft, hard and wanting. I reached a hand down between us, stroking Parker through his jeans, playing with him as I kept the kiss deep and unrelenting. Parker’s moans only grew louder, his body beginning to writhe underneath me.

When it felt like he was on the brink of coming for me, his breathing shallow, his shaft exactly as aching and ready to burst as I wanted it to be, I shifted away from him. I hastily slid down my own pants and boxers, letting them slip down to my ankles without bothering to fully remove them. Parker was close behind, his mouth flying down to my now exposed cock, his head bobbing up and down my shaft without me needing to give him a single command.

Fuck.

There was something so hot about Parker being trained like that, so accustomed to serving me, to giving me what I wanted that he didn’t need any hints or clues. That was how well we were learning each other, how easily we’d understood each other, how simple it was to get in each other’s heads?—

“Fuck, Parker…” I groaned as he sucked me off, his lips sliding up and down the length of me. There was no hesitation on Parker’s part to take every inch of me inside his mouth, the tip of my cock hitting the back of his throat each time he bobbed back down. I reached for the back of his head, my fingers twisting in his hair as he kept his focus on my shaft, picking up his pace with a steady rhythm.

When I was close to coming, I pulled his head away from my cock.

“What are you—” Parker was thrown by the move. “Sir, you don’t want me to?—”

“Open your mouth,” I instructed, wrapping a hand around my shaft, stroking myself with every intention to come tonight.

Parker did as he was told, and I continued to stroke myself until come sprayed out from my shaft, decorating his face with trails of white. Some of those trails landed against Parker’s tongue but most of them didn’t, ending up by his ear, by his jaw, in his hair.

Parker tried and failed to hide the look of disappointment that crossed his features, even though he didn’t dare make a move, either way.

“There. How was that for a punishment?” I flashed him a wide smile.

“That was a pretty good punishment, actually,” he admitted, before he shifted away from the bedsheets. “But I think I’ve got a better one.”

“A better one?”

Parker didn’t say another word as he ran toward the bathroom, nearly slamming the door behind him, a lock soon clicking into place. I listened as Parker started to groan and whimper, clearly pleasuring himself behind the closed door, his noises so loud the next cabin over was probably hearing them, too.

“Parker,” I said his name like a warning. “If you’re touching yourself without my permission, there’s going to be hell to pay.”

“I can’t… I can’t stop…” Parker groaned through the door. “Nicholas… it just feels too good…”

“Okay, if you wanted a punishment, this is a great way to get a real one.”

“We’ll see about that…” Parker wistfully sighed before he went back to moaning against the door.

And I smirked to myself, slightly annoyed but secretly satisfied with the disobedience since it meant that Parker was my Parker.

Since it meant that he was still the man I’d so easily fallen in love with all those months ago.