Page 4 of My Family

"Didn't say anything."

"Don't."

He grins. I'm going to die before rec time.

I replay his words for the rest of the day—every single one. Proper discipline. Good boy. The way his mouth moved next to my ear. The almost-touch that was worse than touching. The hunger in his eyes when he looked at my lips.

I can't focus on anything else. How would I ever be able to?

Chapter 2. Ethan

"Come in."

The door opens, and there he is. Flushed from the cold or from whatever's been running through his head for the past hour. I love it. His blue eyes find mine immediately, and I watch the pupils blow wide in real time.

"Close the door," I say. "Lock it."

He does. The click of the lock is loud. It makes my cock twitch. He turns back, and his posture shifts. Not quite submission, not yet. He's hovering on the edge of it, waiting for me to push him over, like the cute little puppy he is, waiting for his owner.

I stand, using every inch of height the way I know affects him.

"You let Jack break into the kitchen," I say. I love how nervous he looks, how my voice alone is enough to do this to him. "Unauthorized access. Unauthorized use of facility supplies. Got twelve other residents involved."

His lips part. I see the argument forming: Jack started it, it was just snow cones, nobody got hurt. And I watch him swallow it. His hands move behind his back without being told, fingers lacing together. Good boy. He's learned.

"You're right," he says, looking down at his feet. "It was stupid… but so much fun."

I try not to chuckle.

"It was reckless."

"That too. Still fun."

"You have just gotten your kitchen privileges back, brat. Do you understand what would have happened if Lu had found that mess instead of Griff?"

Something flickers across his face. Guilt. Real guilt. Lu matters to him.

"She wouldn't be happy, would she?"

"No," I say. "She wouldn't."

"No, Daddy," he whispers.

"That's why you're getting corrected now."

I sit down. I spread my knees slightly and look at him.

"Come here."

He comes. So obedient. I reach out and hook two fingers into the waistband of his grays, pulling him the last few inches until he's standing between my knees.

"Over," I say.

He drapes himself across my lap. The motion is easy now, hips centered across my thigh, one hand bracing against the floor on one side, the other holding my ankle. I feel his weight settle, the warmth of his body, the slight tremor running through him. I pull his waistband down, past his hips. Fuck. That always gets to me.

My hand rests on his back. I feel his muscles tense and then, beautifully, relax. He's giving this to me. My cock hardens further.

The first strike lands firm and open-palmed. His body jerks forward with a quick exhale.