Fix let go of his hair and Liam stumbled, feeling like he’d faint.
“Strip,” Fix said, and Liam started tugging at his clothes, pulling them off and throwing them on the floor careless of where they landed.
Fix watched him. Took in every inch of skin Liam revealed. His lips were parted as he breathed and his beard still glistened with the tears trapped there. Tears he’d shed for Liam.
He got down to his underwear—a pair of black silk cheeky panties—and hooked his fingers into the waistband.
“Leave those,” Fix growled, eyes glued to the wet patch at the front of the panties. Liam could feel it, cool and damp against his overheated skin.
He left the panties on. Stood in place. Looked up at Fix.
“Bed,” Fix said, and Liam walked on shaky legs until he reached the huge bed. He went to climb on, but realized he didn’t know how Daddy wanted him.
He turned to look at him over his shoulder, hoping Fix would understand his question without words and give him instructions he could follow. But he found Fix rummaging through a chest of drawers, looking for something.
“Daddy?” he called, gasping when Fix turned back to face him with a thick, silky pale pink ribbon wrapped around his fingers.
“I got this after we had our talk.” Fix twirled the fabric as he approached Liam. He spread his arms and the fabric separated into strands. Liam couldn’t count exactly how many Fix had, but he had a very good idea what he was going to do with them.
His cock throbbed and his lips parted in anticipation.
“On your stomach,” Fix said. “Arms and legs spread.”
Liam hurried to comply, tripping over himself to get into position without coming first. He settled in the middle of the bed, head turned to the side and arms and legs stretched as far as he could get them. He was heaving. Shaking all over. He tried rubbing himself against the bed but it wasn’t enough.
Fix knelt next to his hip and let the ends of the silk trail over Liam’s overheated skin, down his back, over his ass, and down his leg. It made him squirm. He wanted to shy away from the tickling but he didn’t want to disappoint his daddy, so he remained as still as he could be, gasping and feeling spit pool in the back of his mouth.
Fix reached his ankle and leaned down to bite the protruding bone there before he wrapped the ribbon around it and tied it just tight enough for Liam to feel. He took the other end and secured it to the corner of his bed.
Liam gave it a little tug, just to test it. It made him whine when he realized there was very little give.
Fix circled around and did the same to his other leg, then both arms. With each knot, the range of movement for Liam shrank until he was starfished across Fix’s bed, achingly hard, tied up and wearing nothing but his black panties.
He felt exposed. Vulnerable. It was almost too much. It could end horribly for him. And yet, everything in him quieted down the moment Fix’s hand landed on his back, warm and steady.
“You okay, honey?” he asked and Liam nodded.
“Yes, Daddy,” he said, because yes, he was okay. He was with his daddy and he had never been safer in his life.
“Good boy. Daddy’s gonna make you feel so good.”
“Please,” Liam whined, and Fix stood up, standing next to the bed and watching him as he took his clothes off.
Agonizingly slowly.
Liam wanted to watch, but his position didn’t allow for much movement. He took in what he could. The coarse hair on Fix’s stomach, the strong thighs, slightly bent legs, and scars on his left knee.
He wanted to kiss every inch of Fix’s body. He was a dream come true and Liam wanted to worship him, but he couldn’t move and that just made everything so much better.
He was a live wire. And he wanted so bad.
“Look at you,” Fix said. “You’re stunning. You’re beautiful, honey, and I love you so much.”
He didn’t give Liam a chance to respond.
He sprawled on top of him, pinning him down with his huge body, warm and heavy and just perfect. His weight made it harder to breathe. Liam’s chest just a bit too tight. Too constricted. And that, too, was just right.
Fix leaned down to kiss his cheek, gentle and loving, before brushing his lips over the shell of Liam’s ear.
