"You're on the verge. Tell me why and I'll take care of it."
"Are you worried about me?"
"Of course I am!"
He presses his lips to mine, and while I expected the kiss to be soft, it's anything but. It's rough, fast, claiming, and there's even delicious biting. When we break apart, danger burns in his eyes.
"From now on, you won't cut yourself," Daddy commands.
"But-"
I need it.
It's the only thing that works.
Just the thought of drowning in the darkness without a way out makes me spiral.
Daddy wraps his finger in my curls and pulls. My eyes widen at the hard lines of his face, at the strength and sweet threat in him.
"When the darkness comes, your first thought should be Daddy. Your first action is to find Daddy. From there, I'll take over. Do you understand me, Sebastian?"
"But Daddy, I need…"
"I know what you need. And I'll be the one to give it to you. You know why?"
"Why?" I rasp.
"This skin," he says, touching the plane of my waist, "is mine. If you want release, I'll give it to you. But I decide how. I'll be the hand that inflicts it and the hand that soothes it."
The promise is a knife's whisper across my skin. I don't want words of consent. I want the fact that he'll witness it, take control, and won't let me fall apart alone.
"You would do that? For me?"
"For you."
I attack his lips, feeling ravenous and wild. My Daddy is the best. Always has been, always would be.
I've never had anyone see one of my darker episodes. It'll be interesting to see what it's like with Daddy by my side. But that's fitting, isn't it? Because he needs to be always by my side, just like I would be always by his.
I giggle and look down at him. His smile is fond and a little confused.
"Why are you giggling, boy?"
"Because you'll be by my side and I'm happy and I want to suck your cock now."
"Boy. You can't switch topics like that. And there would be no sucking tonight."
I pout, hoping to change his mind.
"Why not?"
"Because you need to rest."
"I'm totally fine!"
"No," Daddy says with finality. "When I have you, you'll writhe in pleasure, and not an ounce of discomfort. Now close your eyes and let me hold you."
His bossiness settles something inside me. This is what I wanted: to belong. To be bossed, protected, possessed.
