I thought about his words before I nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
“It’s the same with seeing a psychologist. I want you to go, but I’d never order you to because that wouldn’t benefit you. Counseling is somethingyouhave to choose, not me.”
“Maybe….” I huffed out a breath. “Maybe I could see one?”
“For you or for me?” He slid his fingers over my jaw and grabbed my chin in a loose hold.
“For me,” I whispered.
He smiled, and my heart took off in a gallop. “Then I will support you every step of the way.”
I grinned. “Thank you.”
“Eat up. We still need to go to Vic’s and get a new suit. Maybe see about the rest of your things, too.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
17
JP
My curser blinked in the open document on the screen of my laptop and I stared at it. I was supposed to be sending out a weather alert for employees because after midnight tonight we were getting lake-effect snow—a pile of the white stuff New Gothenburg was predicted to be digging out from under for days. Of course everyone would ignore my announcement and not take anything home to work on if they could help it. There would be many excuses and secret smiles as everyone rushed off to their three-day weekend.
Excitement, sharp as a hot kiss on a frostbitten cheek, swirled in me for the first time in a long while. There was no way the office would be open tomorrow, and I fully expected poor Mark to be sending out instructions sometime in the early morning for all employees to stay home and stay safe. Max had been excellent help for the last two weeks. It was only Thursday, but we’d finally caught up on everything that lingered after the holidays, so I expected to spend my Friday-morning snow day with Max’s thick cock in my ass… or maybe with mine stuffed down his throat while he knelt under the kitchen table blowing me as I read the morning news.
Oh yes.He was my good boy.
Shivering, I grinned to myself. I wasn’t shocked to be happy that I had my boy in the house again. No, it was easy enough to wrap my head around my simmer of anticipation because I’d been alone for too damned long. What floored me was how easily Max had matched pace with me. His sex drive was off the charts, and that raw passion was exactly what I wanted. Even if I wasn’t in the mood to fuck my boy every second he was hard, I wanted him hungry and aching for me. And really, it only took seeing the lust on his face and the needy lump in his pants for my cock to join the game.
We’d played each night after work—nothing dramatic. I’d spanked him again on several different occasions, this time in the playroom. He was an angel on the white leather bench. He’d had the velvet on him two nights in a row now, and last night I’d blindfolded him before I blew him. I’d kept our play tame to ease him into the lifestyle, and he was more than happy to strip and present himself each evening when we stepped through the door together. He hadn’t yet gotten naked for me and been anything except rock-hard and ready to play.
It was extremely fucking gratifying.
This week the atmosphere in the office had been amazing, probably better than it had been since last fall. Vane wasn’t exactly following Max around and laying flower petals at his feet, but he also hadn’t been an asshole, and as soon as Vane shifted his stance on the issue of one Maxwell Kalinski, Jaxson had followed; the truce was more than sufficient.
Things had been going so smoothly, in fact, that I’d taken the chance to send Max to the mayor’s office to help Mark and Jaxson with a few things the city executive was behind on—mainly because Ross Midberry seemed to do precisely none of the work to keep his own office functional. I took a slow breath and forced myself to keep that steady pace. I was nervous, probably more than justifiable, to have Max off with Jaxson, but I needed to give him a chance to do different things around city hall, rather than keep him tethered at my elbow all day. Now that we weren’t trying to get rid of Max, he had to have the experience to be useful, and I would make sure he got it.
No one could say I neglected my duties.
The office door behind me opened and I didn’t startle as Vane grabbed Max’s empty chair from the far left of my curved desk and dragged it directly beside me. He pouted in my direction as he plopped down, though I’m sure he would deny that’s what he was doing if I pointed it out.
“Sir, don’t you have work to do?” I poked at my keyboard in an attempt to pretend I wasn’t counting down the minutes until I shut off my computer. A smattering of typing later and I had the weather announcement ready. I attached it to an email, added the employee list, and then sent it out. He stared the entire while. Jaxson might call Vane Daddy, but nothing would ever convince me Vane didn’t need someone to take care of him, because he needed my attention too badly for me to believe it.
He smirked and leaned closer, brushing his fingers over his styled dark hair, skewing the strands in a way that was even more charming than how they’d started. I shook my head at him. Vane was a smooth talker, but his good looks—along with Ross’s—plastered on billboards all around the city were about half of what had gotten them elected. People wanted to look at them, and it was difficult to say no to Vane after you spent five minutes talking to him. I steeled myself for our conversation, especially when he leaned back and wriggled in the chair to get more comfortable.
“No, my work’s done, thanks,boss.”
I turned toward him and crossed my legs so our ankles bumped. He knocked back against me in a friendly way. “If I have to answer emails you could have taken care of right now, I’m not going to be pleased.”
The slyness that flitted across his face had me mentally addingcheck Vane’s emailsto my very short list of things to do tomorrow while we were all stuck home.
“I just got off the phone with Ross,” he said quietly, sliding a long look toward the outer door, almost as if he wanted to make sure no one was hovering in the hallway to listen to us. My radar for bullshit and extra work pinged and I sighed.
“I have an appointment tonight I can’t cancel and must be at. So does Maxwell.”
Vane’s eyebrows raised but he didn’t ask any follow-up questions.
“If Ross needs our office to handle something less urgent than an impending meteor crash directly into city hall, it can wait until after the snowstorm.”
