But I was here for him. He bought me. I was to serve him, take care of his needs.
Slowly, I tightened my grip on the next slide of my hand, letting the water and soap lather him up. With my thumb, I swiped across his slit, causing him to moan low in his chest.
“You’re good.” His breath was labored as I kept up the ministrations.
Of course I am,I thought, holding back a smile. Why was he so surprised? I knew ways to set a man off in under a minute or ways to drag it out.
His hand gripped mine, firm and knowing. Yet he didn’t stop me. He let my hand keep moving.
Three more passes, and hot streams of cum landed across my hand and stomach as he gasped.
I held his softening cock, milking the last few drops from him for a few more seconds before he took my hand away. Then, with the same hand that had held mine, Sir tilted my head up with two fingers under my chin.
When my gaze met him, his eyes were calm, words hidden from me. Slowly, as though he was scared I’d run away, his lips met my own in one of the softest kisses I’ve ever had.
The kiss was barely there, yet I felt it in my core as he pressed just a tad hard before pulling back entirely.
“You are going to be the death of me, Dakota Knob.”
When I had nothing to say because I had no words floating in my mind, Sir dropped his hand and then rinsed us both off. I ignored his eyes as he looked at my soft cock, who never demanded to join the party. I could see the questions he had that weren’t spoken.
Chapter 13
Allister
It took my mind way too long to stop thinking and for sleep to find me. The boy was out before his head hit the pillow, and it was then I remembered he needed to take another dose of pain meds. I wasn’t going to dare wake him, though.
Dakota needed all the rest he could get. His body needed to heal, as did his mind.
Allowing him to rub me off had been wrong, but one touch of his hand made my mind go out the window at the fastest speed ever.
I told my body it was wrong more than once, yet the boy knew how to work that one part of me better than I did myself.
I knew I was so far out of my zone dealing with him that I should just write it all off. Give him to my boss and find the boy a place he could go to heal fully. This case could continue, and the people could still be found.
It’d be easy to make up some excuse on why the boy wasn’t with me if someone unwanted showed up.
I knew after the day we had that’s precisely what I should be doing. I should be in my office, calling around to see who could take in this kid who needed rules and a safe place to be.
But there was something about him that pulled me apart inside. I didn’t want to give up on him. I couldn’t let him think I wanted him to be a slave and at my disposal. He was a fucking human. I couldn’t be an owner. He wasn’t a pet.
Wiping a hand down my face roughly, afraid to move from the bed in case it woke him up, I sighed quietly into the darkness.
What the hell was I thinking?
This job wasn’t supposed to have me getting a human, then keeping him. I planned to turn him over once I knew he could have the all-clear through Collin. Yet, the boy was still here, sleeping in my bed no less. And that was after giving me the best damn hand job I’ve ever had in my entire life.
I wanted to keep him safe. I didn’t know if I could trust another to make sure he stayed safe. I didn’t know if I could just let some other person take him away.
Dakota quickly wormed his way into my heart, and I wasn’t sure how it was possible.
Collin’s words still rattled around in my mind. That man saw things that were better left unspoken. I didn’t need more doubts to deal with. Well, it wasn’t exactly a doubt. The good old doctor knew with one look that I was taken by the boy way too easily, too.
Rolling over to face Dakota’s sleeping form, I couldn’t help but let my mind think about the what if’s, just for a single moment.
What if I could fix this boy? What if I could give him everything he ever wanted? Would he be happy here? Would he be okay knowing that my job was sometimes dangerous? Would Dakota ever see himself as more than the slave he thought he was?
Gently, I swiped a stray piece of hair from his face. His nose wrinkled, but otherwise, he didn’t stir.
