Carefully, I trace my hand over his right arm. I study the scars on my right arm before doing anything.
I slip off Daddy's lap, but he doesn't protest. With the scalpel steady in my hands, I go behind Daddy and embrace him.Slowly, I bring the knife to Daddy's flesh and make a line on his skin. It's nothing deep, just enough for a little bit of blood and a scar to be left behind.
My mouth waters as I see it, and without thinking, I lean down and lick it. Daddy gasps, and before I know what's happening, he drags me back into his lap and lavishes my mouth. The kiss is passionate, ravenous, dare I even say desperate.
Without breaking up the kiss, Daddy unbuckles my belt, and I do the same for him. We pull out our cocks, and then Daddy wraps his hand around both of us. I moan in his mouth as he claims me completely. I thrust in time with him and choke on a moan.
Daddy knows my body, knows how to claim me and leave me breathless.
It doesn't take long before I cum with a shout, and he follows after me. Our clothes are ruined, but neither of us cares as we keep kissing slowly, relishing in the feelings.
"I love you, boy," Daddy says against my lips.
"I love you, Daddy."
He pulls back with a bright smile on his face, and I promise to always protect this smile.
Daddy looks at the cut I made on his arm in an almost reverent way. It shocks a part of me. I never imagined Daddy Ezrah had such a dark part within him.
We truly were made for each other.
Next, Daddy reaches for the bigger box he pulled out earlier, and I see that inside is mostly medicine and things you would need for small wounds and cuts.
"I bought this for us, so we're safe."
Daddy is so thoughtful.
He pulls out things to disinfect the cut, and I grab them.
"I'll take care of it, boy."
"No way! I'll take care of you, Daddy."
"Boy, that's my job. To take care of you."
I narrow my eyes at him. "Who said I can't take care of you, too? I'llalwaystake care of you!"
He chuckles, and it pisses me off. He pecks my lips and says, "I love your feisty side, and you're right. Just because I'm your Daddy doesn't mean you can't take care of me too, from time to time."
I don't agree with thefrom time to time, but I keep my lips shut. Daddy will see how good I am at taking care of him. Just because he's my Daddy doesn't mean I don't also have the need to take care of him. Sure, it may look different from the way he takes charge and takes care of me, but it's still meaningful to me.
"Now allow your boy to take care of you."
"Whatever you wish, boy."
All I ever wished for was you. Now that I have you, I'm never letting go.
Chapter thirty-six
Ezrah
I'm so damn happy my boy came to me when he wasn't feeling well.
Even if my methods were questionable, he trusted me.
Sebastian released a beast inside me – a crazy one – but I wouldn't have it any other way.
I look down at the mark he left on my arm. Yes, I see it as amark,as a sign that I belong to him in every way that matters. I don't give two fucks if the world looks at us and wants to lock us in an asylum. We're making our own rules, building our own world.
