He used to, just like I used to know him, at least to a degree. We were never close, yet he saw me at my lowest two years ago. But a long time has passed since then. I've changed, and so has he.
The one thing that hasn't changed?
Him calling me Daddy.
It used to be casual, innocent, almost mocking. His way of casting me as some half-twisted guardian when I was not.
But now, the word slips almost like a confession. Fragile and aching. It's not just a title. It's a plea and a promise.
And the worst part? Something in me wants to answer it, even though I know stepping into that role might cost me more than I can give.
I've been called Daddy in bed a few times, but the word has never hit me the way it does when Sebastian says it. Because for him it's not sexual, at least not only. It's so much more.
It's how he says it, the warmth in his voice. The reverence. It's the way he looks at me like I'm the only one deserving of being called that.
Hearing him call another man Daddy almost made me drive my fist through the guy's gut. Never Sebastian. Never. But in a way, I punished his lips for it, and he fucking loved it.
We'll need to talk about what's happening between us.
I refuse to hurt Sebastian, and our past could easily become the very knife we bleed on if we just dive in without talking.
I pull out my phone and send him a quick message.
Me:After your shift, we'll go to my place. We need to talk.
His answer comes immediately.
Sebastian:Yes, Daddy!
Fuck.
I adjust my dick and take several deep breaths, reminding myself that I'm at work and this behavior is extremely unprofessional. I also need to check what Ethan thinks about relationships in the workplace.
Relationship?
Is this really what I want with Sebastian?
The short answer – yes.
The more complicated one – I want more. But can he handle the desires within me, the ones most people would run from?
The rest of my shift drags. I don't think I've ever had such a slow night. There was work to be done, but I was too distracted by a sexy little angel. Fuck, I could come just from watching him swirl his ass in these shorts. And the makeup he's wearing? Fucking gorgeous.
Working in a BDSM club means you're bound to see plenty, including outfits that could make anyone salivate. But I've never seen anyone as sexy as Sebastian. There's just something about him that draws me in.
And the more time I spend with him, the more I taste his lips, his skin, the more possessive I'll get.
There's a reason I only did hookups after my divorce. And it wasn't because I was still hung up on my ex.
Finally, at three in the morning, our shift ends. I don't try to hide that I'm leaving with Sebastian.
"Ready to leave?"
"Yes, Ezrah."
I narrow my eyes at hearing my name, but I don't say anything. Instead, I place my hand on his waist and guide him to my car. The ride back to my place is quiet, but not uncomfortable. Sebastian hums softly under his breath, and I think he's content.
Once inside, I let him settle on the couch.
