His eyes bounced from me to everywhere he could set his gaze.
“It’s okay to look.” And to touch, but thankfully that part didn’t come out.
The invisible line had been crossed, and I needed to return things to the right side.
Just at the thought, my dick tried to perk up, but I mentally shot a glare toward it. I wasn’t ever supposed to do that, least of all with someone who was, in a way, part of my current undercover job.
I was so screwed.
Dakota was crawling under my skin, and I wasn’t shaking the boy as well as I should be.
“I’m sorry,” I sighed as I stared at him. His eyes flashed to mine in surprise. “I’m sorry for the pain, for the way you’ve been trained, for everything. Someone as sweet as you shouldn’t ever have been in this life the way you are.” I wasn’t sure if my words made sense or not, but I assumed so as Dakota’s cheeks reddened just slightly.
Has he never been complicated before? Why am I even asking that? I know the answer.
“From here on out,” I continued. “You will be treasured and taken care of. Your thoughts and emotions matter, boy. So don’t hide them from me.”
He just blinked at me. But his eyes told a whole different story. He was confused but had a tiny bit of hope in there too. He didn’t believe me, but in time, I’d get him to.
“You are perfect as you are.”
He lightly shook his head. Dakota was still thinking about me sending him away. I could see the desperation there, the fear of me doing such a thing again.
Only time would get him to see that I meant what I said. He was staying. Right here for as long as he wanted to.
Fighting to keep my eyes open, my throbbing head trying to win over everything else as the minutes ticked by, I kept my gaze on the boy.
I didn’t know where to start, but I wanted to be what he needed. I wanted to show him happiness.
Hours ago, I wasn’t sure I could be who he needed, but now, after getting enough whiskey in my system, things seemed a bit clearer. Or maybe it was cloudier.
Just another thing I’d blame on the drunkenness.
I’d probably wake up and regret more than one thing. But right now, I reached out and grabbed Dakota’s hand, clasping mine over his.
“You’re mine.”
He gave me a puzzled look as though he knew that already. The little dent in his forehead creased as his thoughts swirled in his mind.
“What are you thinking?” Would it be reasonable to command him always to tell me his thoughts?
“You bought me, Sir.”
There wasn’t a point in telling him that hadn’t been my plan. At all. I was there to get some entail and video. Not buy a fucking human being.
“You own me. I am to serve you.” The same thing he’s said several times. Just another thing I had no way to reply to, either.
“What if I tell you I want to know every thought that passes through that pretty head?”
He could only do the fish impression again before finally answering. “I’d do so, Sir.”
No, he wouldn’t. He wasn’t a sharing kind of person. He hated the idea since his thoughts probably wouldn’t please me.
“Guess it’s a good thing I can read you.” Sometimes, I could. Not every time. But I was getting there. “But, you can have thoughts. You can tell me about them. I won’t be mad.”
He blinked, clearing away some of the confusion. It made it a bit difficult for my sluggish thoughts to see through it all.
“You sent me away, Sir. My thoughts aren’t…like yours. I am to serve, and that is all my mind is on. Always on. I am for you, Sir.”
