“Yes, Daddy,” Wyatt said on a moan, arching his back at Linc’s touch, his eyes drifting closed as Linc placed a kiss in the center of his chest.
“Pay attention, sweet boy.”
“I’m trying,” Wyatt whined. How was he supposed to concentrate with Linc’s thumbs tracing the grooves of his hip bones, Linc’s hard cock jutting against his own, and Linc’s tongue teasing over the stiff peak of one nipple? Linc wasn’t playing fair.
Linc’s mouth disappeared, his hands traveling to Wyatt’s ass, squeezing hard enough to make Wyatt yelp. “Eyes on me.” Wyatt cut his eyes to Linc, mouth a sudden desert. He was trying to behave, but there was too much talking. He forced himself to concentrate, watching Linc’s lips as he spoke, afraid to miss even a word. “If we do this, I expect complete obedience. You belong to me in every sense of the word. When we’re alone, I own you; you exist just to please me. If I want you, I take you. You come only when I feel you’ve earned it, and if you disobey me, you will be punished severely. Is that understood?”
If Linc was hoping to scare Wyatt off, he clearly hadn’t been paying attention. Wyatt’s cock throbbed. He wanted to touch himself so bad, but he just nodded. “Yes.”
Linc leaned forward, biting Wyatt’s nipple until he cried out. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he moaned.
Linc tongued over Wyatt’s tender flesh. “Good boy.” He leaned back. “We use the traffic light system. Green means go. Yellow means pause. Red means everything stops. Understand?”
Wyatt couldn’t ever imagine a world where he’d stop Linc from doing anything he wanted to him. “Yes, Daddy.”
Linc gripped his chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. “This one’s important. You will not self-harm under any circumstances. That’s my hard limit. No cutting, no drugs, no putting yourself in dangerous situations. Don’t test me on this.”
Wyatt hesitated. He couldn’t promise that. He wouldn’t. When the world got to be too much… it was the only way to quiet the noise. The drinking, the drugs, none of those things mattered, they were a distraction… But the cutting… he couldn’t agree to that. When his thoughts grew toxic, his hatred and panic and self-loathing leaching into his blood until he felt sick and sluggish, there was only one way to let it out, to cleanse himself of the poison. He was safe. He was careful. It was only one little cut. It wasn’t that Wyatt liked it or that he even wanted it… he needed it. Without it, he might die.
There was no way somebody like Linc could ever understand. He possessed a strength Wyatt could only dream of. Linc would leave in five months and be whoever he wished to be, but Wyatt would still be there, being whoever his father demanded. But Linc said it was a hard limit and Wyatt wanted Linc more than he wanted to tell the truth. He gave a hesitant nod.It’s only five months.
Linc released him. “Say the words.”
Wyatt closed his eyes, burying his face against Linc’s throat. “Yes, Daddy.”
“If I think you can’t handle this or that it’s doing more harm than good, I’ll end it. I won’t be another person who hurts you. Understand?”
Wyatt had never understood the words bittersweet until right then. He pressed a kiss to Linc’s shoulder and then his throat. “Yes, Daddy. Whatever you want. Yes. Can we play now?”
“So impatient,” Linc muttered even as he shifted Wyatt, letting him rut his cock against Linc’s perfect abs. Any friction was good friction. Wyatt had never been more ready to go in his life.
Wyatt moaned. “More, please.”
“What do you want, baby?”
“Whatever you want, Daddy.”
Linc chuckled. “Good answer. Bedroom. Now. I want you naked on the bed before I get in there.”
Wyatt rushed to comply, shucking his shorts halfway to his destination, grateful Linc missed him tripping and face planting into the mattress. Once on the bed, his mind raced with possibilities. He had wanted a Daddy for longer than he could remember, and he’d wanted Linc since the moment they’d met, but never in his wildest dreams had he imagined he could have both. It was overwhelming in the best possible way.
What would Linc want from him? Would he want him to bottom? He said he understood Wyatt’s issue, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try to get him past it. The thought made him shiver. Linc on top of him, inside of him, taking him and using him up. Jesus. His hand went to his hard and leaking cock, eyes closing as he bit his lip to stave off the noises threatening to spill out.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?”
His eyes flew open. Linc filled his doorway, forearm propped against the frame as he drank his fill of Wyatt’s naked form. He flushed, not sure if it was because Linc caught him touching himself or because Linc watched him do it. He made Wyatt feel like a virgin, despite his many and varied experiences.
“What are you thinking about?”
Wyatt wanted to wrap himself in the warmth of Linc’s raspy tone. “You, Daddy.”
Linc prowled closer, hands slipping into his pockets. Wyatt’s gaze fell to the outline of Linc’s thick cock through the well-worn denim. He bit down on his bottom lip, giving Linc his best fuck-me eyes, but he didn’t seem in any hurry to undress as he stood at the end of the bed. Wyatt fought the urge to cover himself as Linc’s hungry gaze roamed his flesh like he had a claim. He did have a claim, Wyatt supposed.Linc owned him body and soul… at least for now. “What about me?”
He’d had all kinds of hookups, always in the dark, usually standing up or crammed into the back seat of somebody’s too-small sports car. Nobody had ever seen him naked, never seen him laid out with the sunlight streaming through the blinds leaving nowhere to hide. It left him shaky and vulnerable.“Thinking about you fucking me, Daddy.”
Linc’s brow flew upward, like Wyatt’s candor surprised him, and a small wet spot formed on the front of his jeans. Wyatt’s belly fluttered at shaking Linc’s control just a little. His triumph was short-lived as Linc hit the bed and crawled closer, his thighs catching under Wyatt’s, forcing his legs wide. He swallowed, captivated by the desire on Linc’s face hovering just above his. “Like this? Is this how you want me to fuck you, baby?”
