Forest let out a quiet chuckle. “My sweet boy.”
There was so much love in his voice I knew it wasn’t just my imagination, but I had to be sure. It was too soon to say the words, but I needed to know it was serious for him. Pulling back, I took a deep breath. His brows pulled together and he hugged me closer before I could get the words out. “What’s wrong?”
“This isn’t just something…I mean…I have to know…it’s…” Before I could find a way to ask his intentions without it sounding needy or desperate or stupidly old-fashioned, he jumped in, kissing my forehead again in his familiar loving way.
“We will take it as slow or as fast as you want, but I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to do my best not to push you into something you’re not ready for, even though I’m probably going to drive you insane.” He smiled as I chuckled and curled back into him. “Safewords aren’t just for scenes. If I’m going too fast, I need you to tell me. I’ve charged right in to fight for everything I’ve ever wanted and that won’t change just because my focus is you.”
I laughed quietly against his neck. “So you’re going to drag me back to your cave and keep me chained up forever?”
He growled low and I could feel desire flash through him. “Don’t tempt me, my beautiful boy.”
But there was nothing I wanted more than to tempt him.
I’d held everything back. Not just my feelings for him but for everything. It was like I’d just been surviving for the past few years and I wanted to live again…and I wanted to experience it all with him.
And now there was nothing holding me back.
Kissing his neck, I flicked my tongue out and teased the sensitive skin. His rough words about tempting him were fresh in my mind, so the fantasy quickly took shape. “If you’re going to tie me up and keep me captive, you’ll have to punish me every time I try to escape and every time I disobey you.”
Forest’s hands slid down slowly, caressing every inch he touched until he reached my ass. His strong grip kneaded the muscles, rocking me against him until there was no missing the thick erection that was straining against his pants.
His lips brushed my ear, making me shiver as he nibbled and kissed his way down my neck. “I’d bend you over my lap, baring you to me every time, but we both know you’d only be doing it because you craved the pain, my touch, and all the pleasure you knew would come at the end.”
Fuck, he was explosive.
As he bit down at the sensitive juncture where my neck met my shoulder, I whimpered, grinding my dick against him. Forest’s hand came down on my ass like a shot and pain flashed through me as white-hot pleasure ran up my spine. “What did I say about getting off without permission? Is my boy allowed to hump his Daddy?”
My brain was complete mush, thoroughly electrocuted by the pleasure.
All I could do was whine and shake my head. That wasn’t good enough for my Dom, though. “Even when I’m playing with you and giving you all the dirty fantasies I know you crave, the rules don’t change. Your pleasure belongs to me alone.”
His hands cupped my ass and started slowly making circles, getting temptingly close to where I desperately wanted his touch before moving away. I knew I was being punished for being naughty, but that just made everything hotter.
“And you haven’t asked to come. It’s been days since you agreed to the rule.” He rocked me forward, rubbing my dick against him, but before I could do more than moan, he pinned me to him again. “The rule isn’t going to change just because you're completely mine. If anything, I’m going to be even more rabid about enforcing it.”
My imagination could have had a field day with that threat, but he wasn’t going to make me guess what that meant.
“Inspecting your tight little briefs…feeling your heavy balls to make sure they’re full…” His dirty words had a shiver running up my spine. It was so strong for a split second I thought I’d come. Forest gave a wicked chuckle that only made my desire more frantic. “And I have ways of knowing if you’ve been naughty.”
He was going to make me come just so he could punish me.
Fuck. That’d be hot.
Did I want to be good or did I want to be punished?
Was it even up to me?
This wasn’t my sweet Daddy…this was someone else altogether.
“I…you…” Fuck. Words were fucking hard. “I don’t…”
I didn’t even know what I wanted to say.
Forest bit down on my neck again, making me whimper and fight not to wiggle against him. “Please.”
When he eased back I could finally breathe, but that wasn’t what I wanted. He held me tight with one hand but tilted my face up with the other. “You talked about the different sides of our relationship almost like different people.”
One hand stroked my face tenderly while the one on my ass felt hungry and wicked. “Well, your boyfriend and lover Forest will romance you and always see you as an equal. Your Daddy will always put you first and will spoil you rotten. Your Dom will take you apart and send you flying, but he will demand complete submission.”
I’d hit the romance jackpot and as soon as I could function I’d make sure Forest knew that, but for the time being, I just concentrated on standing upright and remembering to breathe. As far as multitasking went, that was the best I could do.
When I nodded, he seemed to understand it was all I had because his smile got even more wicked. “I’m going to strip off your wet clothes and take care of you, but you need to decide who’s going to do that.”
He’d lost my brain at strip, so it took a few seconds to follow what he was saying as he stroked his thumb over my lower lip. “Forest—Daddy—Master. Choose.”
It was like picking which dessert to throw myself at when I knew they would all be utter perfection. But as much as I loved the way my Daddy took care of me and I needed my friend Forest, there was no question about what I wanted.
“Master.” I’d been waiting years to say that, and I knew with Forest, I’d never regret it.
“Please, Master.” I looked deep into his eyes and tried to show him how his words had touched me. There weren’t words to explain how I felt, so I said the only thing I could. “Make me yours.”
Chapter 15
Forest
When reality surfaced, I’d pinch myself.
But until then, I wasn’t going to question how the world could change so quickly. One minute my boy was freezing and confused, and the next he was truly mine.
Mine.
It could be such a selfish word, but as I held him tightly to me, it was one of the most beautiful words I’d ever heard. I pressed a kiss to his head, hoping he’d remember how far we’d come. Part of me wanted to go slow and shower him with romance, but I could feel his hunger stirring just under the surface.
Romance and love would come later—right now he needed to be owned and claimed.
He’d proven he could do anything he set his mind to. He’d not only survived, but he’d found a way to thrive and make a life for himself when a lot of other people would have slid into depression or worse. He’d gone after what he wanted and knew himself well enough to accept who he was and what he needed.