“Tell me,” Fix repeated, and Liam caught on to the change in his words.
Not them.
Not him.
Me.
Tell me.
“A good daddy would be here during my streams,” Liam said, hoping Fix would take that for what it meant. Because Liam didn’t know if he had the guts to say it out loud, but he wanted Fix to know. It was him. It had always been him. “He’d come to me to keep me safe.”
Fix was hanging on every word like gospel was falling from his lips.
“He’d…” Liam splaying his hands on his thighs, digging his nails into his skin to make himself focus. “He’d sit in the chair behind my camera. So he could see me, but not be seen.”
The moment the words were out of his mouth, Fix moved. Steps heavy but silent as he crossed Liam’s small room and sat in the chair in the corner like he belonged there. Like all he needed was Liam’s word and he’d do anything.
It was doing things to Liam. The ease with which Fix did what Liam needed him to do. The complete surrender to Liam’s wishes.
“He’d take his shirt off,” he said, because underneath the constant fear and doubt, Liam was a brat.
Fix quirked an eyebrow at him but leaned forward and unbuttoned his shirt, one maddening button at a time.
His tattoos were everywhere. Covering the bulging muscles of his arms, peeking from the thick hair on his wide chest. He was massive, stomach slightly soft and rounded but still toned. He was perfection, and Liam wanted… For the first time in a very long time, he truly wanted to be touched by someone. Owned by someone.
Not someone.
Fix.
“He’d tell me what he wanted me to do,” Liam said, voice a bit firmer, and Fix smiled. It looked predatory. Eyes dark and body covered in the shadows of Liam’s room.
Take your top off, Fix mouthed now that he was closer to the camera, and Liam gripped the hem of his top, pulling it up slowly. The slinky material trailed across his skin, making him break out in goose bumps.
It all felt surreal. But so good.
He pulled the top over his head and set it down next to him on the bed, looking at Fix to see what he wanted next. He found him pinching his nipples and giving them a small twist before releasing them. Liam did the same. He trailed his fingers down his neck and chest, settling on his nipples and mimicking Fix’s movements. He gasped at the sting, moaning softly when he let go, and the sensation disappeared leaving him wanting.
Fix stared at him and Liam realized he’d never once looked away from his eyes. He blinked and bit his lip, glancing down at the sudden sting of shyness.
Fix was having none of that.
“Look at me,” he whispered, and Liam snapped his eyes back up. “Beautiful.”
Liam felt his cheeks heat up. The fire that had been quenched by the chat caught again and engulfed him. He was hard. Achingly so. And he wanted Fix so much he felt like he’d die without him.
“He’d…” Liam’s voice came out unsteady. Unsure. “He’d want me.”
“I do,” Fix whispered.
“He’d like me.”
Fix nodded so confidently Liam’s eyes stung. He blinked, pushing the heel of his palm between his legs.
“He’d want me to feel good.”
Fix nodded again, encouraging him to keep going as he pressed down on his own arousal.
Liam’s other hand unbuttoned his shorts. He was wearing nothing underneath, so his cock was straining to spring free,pink and leaking already. “He’d want me naked and sitting on his lap.”
