“Daddy will be done in five minutes, and then we’ll see what we’re doing about dinner.”
West turned to throw the tissue away in a garbage can beside the desk and then he didn’t look at me. He scooted back and around me to get in front of his computer. He didn’t say anything about taking my hands out of the belt. He didn’t send me away either. I quivered and watched him, and my head whirled while I sat there with the worst, and best, hard-on of my existence.
What the fuck had I agreed to, and why did I love it so much?
Chapter 10
West
Dinner wasn’t salvageable, so I’d untied Shane and then ordered pizza—meatlovers for me, and pepperoni and mushrooms for him. We sat on the couch while we waited, and I turned on the news, but I wasn’t paying attention to the screen. I could feel Shane’s desperate gaze on me, begging me to touch him, but ignoring him was part of his punishment. I’d already showered since my mind-blowing orgasm, and Shane had kneeled outside the door, waiting for me, and now I sat in a pair of sweatpants, and a thin gray shirt to match.
“Daddy….” Shane shuffled closer to me across the cushions, laying his palm on my chest. “Please.”
I placed my hand on top of his and squeezed it. “No, Boy. You were a rude brat. You don’t get to ask me for things. Only good boys get rewards.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.” He pressed his face into my neck, kissing the column of flesh in a way that made me shiver. He switched between being pissy at me and being a perfect boy so quickly that my head spun. I didn’t need to be a psychologist to figure him out, though. His desperation to be taken care of made him act this way. He’d already said that I was the only one he talked to. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I just needed you so much. I’m so hard for you.”
My cock twitched. At least I’d had time between now and my last orgasm. I wasn’t as young as Shane, which meant I couldn’t get it up as fast as him, either. That was okay because age had its benefits. He stroked my thigh and placed sweet kisses up my throat. “Please, Daddy. What can I do to make you forgive me?”
The doorbell rang, and he startled away from me. I nodded toward the door and slapped him on the ass when he stood. “You can start by going to get the pizza while Daddy relaxes.”
Shane moaned, readjusting himself in his pants. He walked to the door, and I stared at that bubbly ass, the urge to grab a handful of each cheek rising inside me. My cock flexed and I groaned, rubbing my palm over my hardening erection. By the time he came back and dumped the pizzas on the coffee table in front of us, I was at full mast, and his gaze was stuck on the outline of my fat cock.
He fell to his knees and crawled between my legs, those hopeful puppy eyes peering at me so desperately that I nearly gave in. “Please, Daddy, I’d really like to suck you.”
I patted his cheek and grinned. “No.”
“Daddy—”
“Stop. Now.” I didn’t raise my voice, but my tone was sharp enough to shut him up. His eyes widened. “Eat your dinner and go for a shower. If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you suck my cock as dessert.”
He shoved himself to his feet and took the spot on the couch next to me again. He opened the boxes, passing me mine before he took a big bite of a slice of his pizza. Moaning in ways that should have been illegal, he closed his eyes and devoured his food, and I took the chance to stare at the sharp lines of his high cheekbones.
While he might have been the complete opposite of Carter, he was no less handsome. His dark features made him more striking than most of the men I’d met, and his soft face gave him an angelic appearance, even though I knew that was all for show. Shane had a dirtier side than I’d ever suspected, and something inside of me enjoyed that he was so eager to please me, his Daddy. I never expected him to sit with his face pressed against my cock while I worked, but he did just that, without so much as a word of complaint. His eager submission was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
We ate in silence, but I felt his heavy gaze on me the entire time. A simple stare told me how much he wanted and needed this, and I was only a man, which meant my defenses would only hold for a short time. He made obscene sounds with every bite, and then grinned wickedly because he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
I shook my head as I took my own bite of pizza. “It’s not going to work, Boy.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” His lips twisted, the greasy remnants of pepperoni coating his mouth. He licked at them and his smirk grew. “Mm. This is so good, Daddy.”
I swiped my thumb over his bottom lip and brought it to my own mouth, sucking on the oil I’d gathered. “You’re right, it is.”
He followed the movement with his eyes, and he whimpered, shuffling closer. He dropped the slice he’d had in his hands back into the box. He went to grab my shirt, but I grasped his wrist before he could. Nodding at his greasy palm, I said, “Go take a shower, Boy, and then if you’re good, we’ll go to bed, and you can lick Daddy’s cock until I come on your tongue.”
“Promise?” He lowered his long black eyelashes and gave me a lusty stare.
“I promise. Go.”
Shane didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed the boxes of pizza and took them to the fridge, and I mentally gave him points for that action. He grinned at me as he strode back through the living room toward the hallway and then disappeared out of sight. I heard the bathroom door close.
The shower turned on with a high-pitched squeal that evened out into the familiar patter of water, and I sucked in a deep breath. Sighing, I fell back against the couch, cupping my cock through my sweatpants. Going commando meant I had easy access. I slid my hand under the waistband and tugged on myself gently. Fuck. Everything about Shane was addicting, and it had gone beyond dangerous. We hadn’t even had sex yet. What would happen when I finally fucked into that tight hole of his? The thought resulted in me squeezing the base of my cock to stop from unloading an early release. I’d barely touched myself and thoughts of Shane had me on the verge of coming.
Shaking my head, I stood and walked toward the sounds of running water. Slipping into the bathroom, I slid my shirt over my head and threw it on the counter next to the sink. My sweatpants went next, and I moved closer to the glass shower doors. I let myself in, and Shane threw a naughty grin over his shoulder, telling me he’d heard me enter.
“Hey, Daddy. Come to join me?”
I touched his wet shoulder and his eyelashes fluttered as though he struggled to keep them open. Sliding my hand down his back, I stopped just above the curve of his bubble butt, earning me a whimper from those delicious lips.
“Do you understand what you’ve done wrong, Shane?” I huddled closer to his back and wrapped my arms around his body. My cock nudged one of his asscheeks, and he mumbled out a reply, which earned him a slap to the thigh. “Louder.”
“I was obnoxious.”
“You were. You know I work from home.”
“But, Daddy, you barely paid attention to me.” There was an edge to his voice, and I knew he was teetering in the middle of being my good boy and reacting angrily at my words. “You shouldn’t bring work home with you.”