He pushed his glasses up and crossed his arms over his chest andhuffed.
God, he was adorable. Mama definitely didn’t need anyone to fight her battles for her, but that didn’t mean I didn’t love it when the backbone he usually kept hidden got triggered on my behalf.
Ungh. It was truly one of life’s injustices that my boo and I weren’t compatible in every single way.
“You tell him, sweetie,” I said, patting his round little butt again to get my mind off what wasn’t meant to be. “Let Daddy know who’s in charge.”
“Oh,” Isaac said, suddenly sounding anxious as his gaze flitted back and forth between me and Roman. He straightened his glasses. “Is that… is that okay?”
“Telling me what you need is always okay,” Roman said, his lips twitching. “But if you want to be my boy, beautiful, Daddywillbe in charge of some things.”
Yes, please. Just another reason why this particular Daddy was perfect for me.
Perfect forIsaac.
Not me.
Just Isaac.
Perfect for me to watch while he pounded Isaac’s tight little virgin arse for the very first time. There. That was what I’d originally meant.
“And Diva is welcome to do whatever she wants to,” Roman said, throwing me another wink. “I suspect that’s how it usually works for her anyway, isn’t it?”
“Oh, Daddy.Always,” I purred, vamping it up. “And right now, what I want is for the three of us to move this party along, hm?”
Getting to play the part of Isaac’s boyfriend—the very, very physical part, complete with touching and that delicious kiss I’d stolen earlier—was making getting out of my gaff an impending necessity. Because getting an erection with your dick tucked up your own arse? Trust me, honey, that wasnotthe kind of self-loving it sounded like. I’d rather catch my best wig in the doors of the tube or be forced to go a month without concealing my eye bags.
“So, we’re really doing this?” Isaac asked, staring up at me anxiously. “I mean, for real? You actually want me to… um, while you… you watch, and Daddy…”
Daddy—I mean, Roman—made a sexy-as-fuck growly noise, low in his throat, and I cupped my sweet little sugar drop’s face in my hands and pressed a chaste kiss against his trembling mouth, swallowing the gasp of surprise I got.
“Yes, boo,” I said. “I want it.”
Somuch yes.
And I knew he still hadn’t totally made his mind up, I wasn’t blind to the fact that our mutual adoration society went both ways, but he had to realize it was for the best. He and I were compatible in every single way… except one. One big, thick, very important way.
Plus, even if we’d lived in an alternate dimension where I had any interest whatsoever in topping, he really did need a Daddy. And as hot as the idea of having one was, I’d never wanted tobeone, not even for Isaac.
Could I be bossy?
Oh, honey. OfcourseI could.
But being a bossy DaddyDom?
Much like cock, that wasn’t really my thing… not unless I got to be on the receiving end.
I turned to Roman, pulling him toward us and placing his hand on Isaac’s cheek. “Isaac needs a reassuring hand in his life. He needs rules and boundaries and someone to take care of the day-to-day stress that just makes everything so fucking tedious all the time. You don’t get his cherry unless you can give him a taste of that, too.”
“I can do that.” Roman nodded at me, then turned his attention to my little dumpling, letting his fingers trail along Isaac’s perfect, high cheekbone as he smiled down at him. “You’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen, little lamb. I know just how to take care of you if you’ll let me.”
Isaac looked up at him through those long, luxurious lashes that most of us have to pay good money to get. “Yes, please,” he breathed out, looking mesmerized.
Which… was fabulous.
Just what I’d wanted.
Except where did that leaveme?
