Fuck. I was thinking aboutmyDaddy and the word slipped out. I would never call another man Daddy.
"Are you new here, boy?" the man asks.
Will Ethan be pissed off if I paint his bar with this guy's blood for daring to call meboy?
"Yes, I'm new."
Before I can say anything else,likeget lost or lose your tongue, my Daddy comes behind the bar.
"Sebastian. A word."
My eyes widen at the edge in his voice.
"We're kind of busy, Ezrah." I want to follow him like a puppy with a waggling tail, but we are really busy.
"My office. Now." His voice is a growl as he turns and leaves, not even looking back.
I gape at his back, then glance at Conrad. He motions for me to go. I hurry after Daddy, wondering what this is about. Not that I'll ever complain about spending time with him.
When I enter his office, I close the door behind me. Daddy turns to me, heat and anger flaring in his eyes.
Uh-oh.
Daddy prowls toward me like a predator who's set his sights on his prey. Shivers race down my spine, and I watch every step, hypnotized. My dick hardens instantly, and my shorts leave nothing to the imagination. One look and he'll know exactly what effect he has on me.
Instinctively, I step back… and again… until my back hits the door.
Daddy doesn't stop. He steps right into my space, close enough for his breath to ghost over my skin. His arms cage me in, palms braced on either side of my head, and he leans down to my ear.
With a hoarse voice, he growls, "Who do you think you're calling Daddy, boy?"
A groan slips from my lips, unbidden and so needy.
"I- I-" I stammer, unable to find a word.
"Is this something you do often?" he whispers, his lips brushing my ear. "Do you go around in these sinful clothes and call every man Daddy?"
I shake my head furiously, desperate for him to know he's the only one for me.
He pushes his thigh between mine, forcing me to spread my legs, then grinds against my cock. I moan helplessly.
"Daddy…"
His hand wraps around my throat, pushing my head back, forcing me to look at him. My breath shudders when I see his eyes. Pupils blown wide, blue darkened with desire. I've dreamed of this look for years, but the reality eclipses every fantasy I've ever had.
"You drive me crazy," Daddy says, rubbing his cheek against mine. "Wanting you is wrong. So fucking wrong."
"Then why does it feel so right to have your hands on me?" I lick my lips and swallow, making sure he feels it under his palm.
He pulls back slowly, staring into my eyes with a ferocity that could bring me to my knees. I'll worship the ground he walks on. I'll build him a throne from the bones of anyone who's ever hurt him, and I'll kneel at his feet.
My Daddy deserves to be treated like a King.
"You're playing with fire, Sebastian."
A slow smile curls my lips. I lick the bottom one deliberately. "I love playing with fire, Daddy. The burn is delicious."
His nostrils flare, and his grip of my throat tightens.
