I was done with them.
I smiled and turned to him, grabbing his arms and wrapping them around my waist before snuggling in closer to his warmth. “Never better, Daddy. Take me inside and fuck me?”
JP’s grin was wicked. “With pleasure, boy.”
* * *
As the endof February came around, Daddy and I had fallen into a routine with each other. We went to work, came home, he taught me how to cook something new, and we’d either play or rest for the night. Ever since my first sub drop, I hadn’t seen one quite like it again, although we’d made a deal to not do any heavy scenes on days I went to visit Dr. Gaines. Seeing a psychologist had helped because he’d made me realize my OCD wasn’t an issue I couldn’t control. Managing it wasn’t easy, of course, but I used the skills he gave me to cope with the uncomfortableness. JP still made sure he kept things in the right places, though, and my heart beat stronger every day for that man because of everything he’d done for me.
We also joined the kickball team, but we hadn’t been able to do much because of the weather. Brad said practice would start happening in the spring, but in the meantime we’d met his teammates and they were friendly and welcoming. In the short time since we’d joined, I’d made more friends than I could ever have imagined. Harley, Nicky, and Madden were some of my absolute favorites, but I liked all the other guys as well. JP seemed to know Madden, and even though there was some tension there, they got along okay. He did mention that Madden was a lawyer for a stupid reporter and that was all I needed to know. I’d also learned Harley was a kitty, something I’d never heard about until he explained it. Pet play intrigued me, even though I would never consider myself a pet.
I’d asked JP about the kink one day.
“Can we go to a party at Black Out and watch the pets?” I’d been lying on the couch with my head on JP’s thigh as he watched TV. The fire flickered in the safety of the grate, and since my episode about it, I didn’t mind it so much. Itwasbeautiful, and there was nothing better than natural warmth.
He smiled down at me and ran his fingers over my temple, tracing the curve of my forehead down to my cheek. “No, boy, we can’t. They’re not there to be entertainment for anyone. They’re there to be in their own space, to be comfortable without judgement.”
“Oh.” It made sense. I wouldn’t want anyone watching me and JP while we got into a deep scene.
“But there are a few puppies and kittens at Triple X. They specifically have shows and displays. I’ve met one of them before. He goes by Tiberius.” He petted down my chin and placed his thumb at my lip, and like the good boy I wanted to be for him, I parted my lips and took it into my mouth, sucking. I’d wondered why he made sure I saw him washing his hands earlier.
“I’d like to go there and see one,” I said, after I licked the pad of his finger and tilted my chin back to smile at him.
“We can, but not yet. I don’t want to push you.”
That’s what I’d been hearing for the last month: he didn’t want to push me. I understood his hesitation, especially after my very first sub drop, which had obviously scared him, but since then he never wanted to push me too hard, no matter how much I begged him. So we lived our days with a routine I didn’t mind, even if I wanted more.
I finally decided, though, that enough was enough. After a talk with Vic on the phone the next week, I’d made up my mind. JP and I were going back to Triple X.
“What are you thinking so hard about?”
Daddy’s voice broke me out of the reverie created by shuffling through work, and I glanced at him. We sat at the curved desk in our office, JP in front of his laptop, and me on my side with papers I was scouring through for information about government procedures. A lot of the rules and regulations were online now, but some still needed to be transferred to digital, and until that happened, I was stuck with hard copies.
I sent him a sweet smile. “You.”
“Me?” JP looked so damned good today in a deep violet suit that might have made other politicians sniff in disdain, but he could pull off anything. He stuck out like a rose among weeds, and I never wanted to see him try to fit in with the others.
I rolled my chair closer and touched his chest, and even though his gaze flicked to the door to our office, he didn’t protest when my hand crept lower toward his belt. “I was thinking how much I’d love to warm your cock with my mouth while you work, Daddy.”
JP’s eyes darkened until his pupils bled into his irises. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why not?” I whispered, already sliding to my knees and crawling into the dark space under the desk between JP’s legs. I spread his knees farther apart and shuffled in closer as I raised my fingers to the belt of his pants. “Mr. Elwood isn’t here. He’s out at a meeting. We’re expecting no visitors. I want to taste your cock, Daddy, feel the heaviness of it on my tongue. Taste your cum.”
It was the only way I could get his spunk. Even though I’d told him I wanted him to come inside me—I was pretty sure I could handle it, no matter the mess it would make in my hole—he’d refused, once again claiming it was too fast. One night had shattered his confidence, and I wasn’t going to let that happen.
JP’s eyelashes fluttered and his mouth curved into a smirk, and I knew I’d gotten the permission I needed from my Daddy. Opening his belt, I worked on his button and zipper next, bringing his already half-hard cock out of the confines of his underwear.
“Here, move in under the desk in case someone comes in.” He rolled his chair closer to the desk, and I went with him until I was safely hidden under the thick slabs of wood above me and at my back. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and leaned forward, taking a swipe of the tip. He groaned and placed one of his hands on the back of my head, encouraging me to come closer. And I did just that. I shot forward like a hungry man desperate for food and swallowed as much of the solid flesh as I could, sucking eagerly as the taste of his clean skin danced across my tongue.
With one hand on his thigh, I used the other to stroke the base of his meat. His taste was addicting, like a drug I wanted to keep getting a hit of, and I didn’t care that anyone could walk in at any moment. This was what I wanted.Hewas what I wanted.
Daddy moved his hand so it was above the desk again, and in my imagination he was working as though he didn’t have me on my knees below him, sucking his hard cock into my mouth. The typing of keys on his laptop told me he was doing exactly that.
A spark of lust streaked through me like a fireball and my cock nudged against the zipper of my pants, reminding me of what I needed. I was too scared to bring it out, though. I didn’t want to make a mess on the office carpet.
While Daddy was mostly silent, I didn’t miss the “yes” and the soft “fuck, boy” he muttered every so often, and it only urged me on more. I took as much as I could into my mouth, and he tilted his hips up to slide even more inside. Closing my eyes, I reveled in the feel of his skin and the ridges of his dick against my tongue.
Popping my mouth off, I licked my lips. “Please fuck my throat, Daddy. Shoot your load into me.”
