“Tell me what you want me to do,” Goldie pleaded.
“Go to bed,” Day replied. “Wait for me, angel.” He pressed a hot kiss to Goldie’s lips and tugged on his hair just to hear him moan.
It was magical.
A simple touch, a visceral response.
Instantly addicting, Day had to do it again. When he was satisfied that Goldie was squirming sufficiently, he gracefully slid off his lap so he could get up. “Go.”
Goldie stood, his hard cock bouncing as he moved, and then he headed directly to the bedroom without a single second of hesitation. His commitment to obedience was stirring something up inside of Day, and he didn’t want to lose this feeling.
He was happy.
For the first time ever, he was happy. His angel loved him, he was sure of it, and they could be together always. His angel was going to help Day, they were going to take care of each other, they were going to be happy forever and ever and ever.
You broke your vow today.
Day’s upper lip curled.
You broke your vow—
“I know,” Day snapped, trying to keep his voice down so Goldie didn’t hear him.
What good are the pieces of a shattered oath sworn to God, my son?
“Shut up, Father,” Day hissed as he slapped his hands over his ears. “Shut up, shut up, shut up,shut the fuck up.”
He waited.
Hewaited.
Silence.
11
GOLDIE
Wanting to have sex with someone after confirming that they’d gotten away clean with two murders was probably not a normal response.
Goldie knew it wasn’t quite as simple as that, and the many layers of the bizarre mystery wrapped in an enigma that was Day were getting more complicated by the second. Goldie now found himself not wanting to refuse Day and dying to surrender himself over to him completely. The aggressive way Day had snatched Goldie’s phone away like that and taken charge had made Goldie whimper, and the haze that had come over him was nothing he’d ever experienced.
He hadn’t been able to apologize and explain that he was texting Florence back not to worry about him because none of that mattered anymore.
All that mattered was being good for Day.
Even now, Goldie was waiting patiently—without question—in bed for Day to join him because it was what Day had told him to do.
He wanted Day to order him around.
To command him.
Toownhim.
It was somehow equally the most relaxing and exhilarating feeling in the world. He didn’t have to worry about what to do or what to say because Day was going to take care of everything. Day was going to tell him exactly what he wanted. There wouldn’t be any confusion or misunderstandings, only the simple bliss that would come from the satisfaction of obeying Day.
Goldie was warm and buzzed from the beer, and it dulled the familiar aches in his neck and back. He felt good, his muscles were deliciously languid and heavy, and the pulse in his cock was reverberating throughout his entire body. It was making his lips and the tips of his fingers numb, and the anticipation charged the air until it was crackling.
He hadn’t been sure how Day wanted him, but he chose to stretch out on his back because that was the most comfortable. He could actually see his heartbeat twitching in his cock, and he watched its rhythmic dance until Day appeared in the doorway.
