“Uh, should you have done that?”
“Probably not,” he said and cut a glance at me. He held out his hand, and I took it. He settled our clasped hands firmly on his thigh.
“Then why did you?”
He huffed out a laugh and his grin was pure joy. “Because I’ve been dying to say that for about ten years now, and apparently I’m done taking anyone else’s superiority complex in stride.” He was breathing too hard and his grip on mine was too tight.
“Are you sure it will be okay?”
He brought my hand up and pressed a kiss to it but didn’t answer me.
“You’re not going to be fired or anything, are you?”
He shrugged a shoulder. “Not tonight. Not for that.” He didn’t say anything else about the incident, and though I was dying to ask more questions, I didn’t. The city sped by as he piloted the car out of the glittery world of rich folks back to where real people lived, and then I remembered what he’d said to me while we were in a room stuffed with people. My skin ran hot and tingled all over.
“West?”
He squeezed my hand. “Yes, baby boy?”
My heart tumbled at that. It was different from when he called me Boy while we were playing, almost like I truly was his.
“I want it. So you know. So you don’t stop if… when you start something. I want it a lot.”
He curved a heated smile my direction. “What do you want?”
“You. In me.”
He brought my hand up and bit at my knuckles lightly. The small pain sparked like electricity in the darkness. “You’re such a good boy.”
My eyes rolled shut all on their own, and my groin tightened at those words. “Thank you, Daddy.”
The drive back didn’t take long after that, and soon enough West was pulling into the driveway. The air seemed heavy and I had trouble taking deep breaths. He shut off the engine and killed the lights, and we sat there in the dark. He turned toward me, his eyes glittery pools in the low light from the street.
“Come here, Boy. Kiss Daddy. Show him how much you need him.”
Moaning, I did that, leaning across the console and aiming for his lips. He let me lead the kiss for a few breaths between us, but then it was like he couldn’t take staying still anymore, and he dropped my hand to slide his fingers behind my neck. He fucked my mouth, deep strokes that reminded me of what I wanted him to do with his dick, and I couldn’t help it. I whined—all my excitement sliding out of me in one long, embarrassing sound.
The windows began to fog as he nipped my bottom lip until it stung and then sucked the pain away. I wanted to be closer to him, but all I could do was ease my hands up his shoulders and grasp on to him. He let me go long enough to take my hand in his, and I nearly jumped out of my seat when he brought it to rest on his very happy lap. I immediately traced his hard-on with my fingers, wanting it out of his pants. I tried to get into his zipper one-handed, but he shook his head and pulled back.
“No, you have to earn it, Boy. What sweet little thing are you going to do for Daddy to earn your fuck? Huh?”
My mind was fried. For a second I couldn’t even understand the words he was whispering against my lips, let alone come up with anything that resembled an answer. “Earn, Daddy?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Daddy, I don’t understand what I should do.”
That answer seemed safe, since I didn’t have even a snowball’s chance in hell at guessing what he was thinking. This was all so new to me, and I felt like maybe West expected me to know what he wanted. I shivered. What does he want?
“Take my belt off, Boy.”
Pulling back, I tried to guess where this was going, but he didn’t give me any clues, and I wasn’t doing a very good job as an amateur mind reader.
“Now.”
It was fast work to unbuckle his belt and tug it out of the loops. I handed the leather to him and moaned. My heart raced.
“Shh.”
“But, Daddy, I didn’t do anything wrong.”
He chuckled, and the low, sexy sound had me squirming in my seat. I wanted him so much I couldn’t fucking stand it.
“This is because Daddy wants to keep your hands safe. No touching yourself when you’re not supposed to. Daddy wants your orgasm.”
West knew how to tie someone up so well the dark didn’t stop him, and next thing I knew, my hands were securely fastened together in front of me. I tried to tug them free, an instinct to escape that I couldn’t quite get over, but the binding was sound.
“Oh, Daddy, I like it.”
He leaned over and ate at my mouth. By this time it was humid in the car and the windows were completely fogged over. I felt like I was in an alternate universe where the only thing that existed was my leaking stiffy and his perfect mouth. After a while, he moved away from me and opened his door. My dick strained while I sat there, not sure if I was supposed to follow him out. He opened my door, and I didn’t have to wonder anymore.
“Let’s get you inside. Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said as he helped me stand, and I melted back against the side of the car, taking a step along the side so he could close the door. Without the support, I probably would have sat down on the driveway. He held onto the leather belt and tugged me toward the house fast enough that I stumbled, but he didn’t slow down, and I almost fell. At the last second, I caught my balance.
Inside he didn’t bother turning on lights in the living room, just took me straight back the hallway to his room. He shoved me onto the bed, and I lay there, dazed, as he flipped on the bedside light. I was sort of half on and half off the bed, so I put my feet on the floor to try to get myself situated, but before I could, he was right there. He leaned his knees on either side of me, under my arms, and his weight caught me from sliding down off the bed.
He sat, anchoring me, chest heaving for a few seconds, and just stared, but then he shrugged out of his jacket. The tie he wore went next, tossed on the bed beside me. When he unbuttoned his shirt, I bit the tip of my tongue to try to stop a moan, but that didn’t work. His incredible body came into view and I wanted to touch him. I ran my hands up his abs, but he quickly grabbed the belt and put them over my head.
“Be a good boy,” he said harshly.
He studied me and seemed to be having a debate with himself. I squirmed up onto the bed a little farther, and he smirked, picking up the tie. He looped it over my head, and I half expected him to use it as a blindfold, but he tugged it down and stopped at my neck where he tightened the tie until it was almost uncomfortable. He ran his finger under it and then pulled the knot a little more. I could feel the pressure when I swallowed.
“Will you wear this for Daddy?” His eyes were lit up and expectant. I wouldn’t have said no even if I wanted to.
“Yes, Daddy.”
He let out a sigh and smiled at me. “Holy fuck, you’re a good boy, Shane.” He opened his fly and pulled out that delicious dick of his. I wanted it bad but squirmed, because he’d said he was going to fuck me.
“Daddy.”
“Shh. Open.”
So of course I did. The tang of his precum sent me into outer space. I closed my eyes and forgot all about the fact that I was hard as a fucking baseball bat, and ignored that I’d been thinking about how good it would be to finally have him pound into me, and instead, let him spread my lips with his fat cockhead. He was big, but I sucked and slurped and tried my best, all the while aware of the tie—a pressure on my throat that was unusual, but not necessarily unpleasant. He leaned down and pressed his hand on the trailing end of the tie, and I gasped as he slid farther into my throat. My air was cut off for a moment. He backed off fast.