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better humor and Ashley was waving his hands with animation as they talked. Nick sighed. He wasn't good at waiting, dammit, and he wanted some kind of sign that he was back in Damian's good graces.
    He didn't notice Derek's hurt expression, nor Markie sighing regretfully as his eyes flicked between Ashley and Derek. He went into Damian's office to collect the coffee cup that the photographer had carried in there earlier and turned to find Damian standing in the doorway, regarding him with a wicked smile. He froze, mercifully not dropping the cup.
    Damian closed the door, and Nick heard the click of the lock, his heart starting a slow pounding in his chest. The older man prowled toward him with a proprietary gleam in his eye.
    "Put that down, pet," he drawled.
    Instantly, Nick's cock responded to the husky command, rising steadily, creating a visible bulge in his jeans. He set the cup down a bit hard.
    "Bend over."
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    Automatically, Nick started to bend right where he was but Damian grabbed his shoulders and spun him so he was facing the desk, pressing his chest down onto the surface with a hand flat on his back. "Hands over your head. Keep them there."
    Nick stretched his hands over his head and waited.
    Damian smoothed his hand over the tight little ass, pulling the baggy jeans taut. "This will dampen the sound a bit." He brought his hand down on Nick's backside with stinging effect, but he was right, the sound was only a muffled slap. Nick hoped there was enough noise in the studio to cover it because he didn't want it to stop.
    The hand continued to rain down hard blows, creating a welcome glow. Nick made a small sound, like the mewl of a kitten, and wriggled, causing Damian to pause and press his hand over the bulge in his pants.
    "Now we'll have your trousers down and have a look,"
    Damian murmured.
    Nick could barely keep still; the photographer's hands at the closure of his jeans were unbearably arousing. He was achingly hard. He had wanked during the days when Damian was ignoring him, but his efforts had been useless; he'd only succeeded in making himself sore. He hoped that perhaps Damian might be willing to remedy that.
    He wiggled when he felt his jeans lowered to his knees.
    Damian's hands slid inside his boxers, teasingly squeezing his buttocks before he pushed those down as well.
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    Nick's ass. "I think I might have to keep you this color all day; it's most becoming. Say a little swat every hour or so, work permitting."
    "Yes, sir," Nick agreed. The warmth in his seat was quite pleasurable.
    "I hope that you've missed this, me smacking your little bottom. Have you missed me here, filling you?"
    A finger followed the line between his buttocks and Nick shivered as it caressed his opening.
    "Yes, sir. I want you to fill me," Nick gasped, achieving his first direct request without prompting.
    Damian swallowed the lump in his throat; his boy had courage, more than he did. Nick had no clue as to what was going on between them, and yet he was still brave enough to take that step off the edge of the cliff into freefall. Damian resolved that he wouldn't betray his boy's trust.
    "And you want me to fill you now, don't you, my pet?" he inquired silkily, his voice giving no clue of what was going on for him internally.
    "Yes, please, sir."
    "Very well." Damian grinned and pulled something from his pocket. He lubed his fingers and stroked over the tiny pink portal, watching Nick try to remain still. He heard the gasp as he pushed his finger inside, spreading the lubrication, making the way easier. The boy was so tight Damian felt his cock harden against his belly and gave silent thanks that he was in the habit of dressing up; he hated getting hard with his cock at a weird angle.
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    When he had Nick gasping and squirming all over the surface of the desk, he withdrew his finger and said, "Are you ready for me, pet?"
    "Yes ... please ... fill me ... sir," Nick stammered, desperately trying to keep his voice down.
    He gasped and jumped when he felt something cool but hard stretching his hole, pulsing around it while he tried to figure out just what it was. He clenched around the invader and stirred, as if to look back, but Damian's hand held him flat on the desk. "What is that?"
    "No peeking," Damian