But despite how much he obviously liked the idea, there was a split-second hesitation before he added, “And… and thank you, Daddy. I don’t… I don’t want to be shared?”
I frowned. Were we out of sync on this after all? Was he just saying what I wanted to hear?
Because Ididwant to hear it, but I’d be lying if I said that that hesitation of his, the quaver of uncertainty he’d put in what should have been a firm denial, didn’t send a little frisson of ugly doubt through me.
Maybe it was because I’d known immediately—and been right—with Blair, too, but I was so sure of Rene and my feelings for him that it was hard to remember that we didn’t, in fact, fully know each other yet. Spanking, or any form of corporal discipline, was already outside my comfort zone. But what if it turned out that Rene wanted something like an open relationship? That being shared in a more erotic sense actually interested him?
That wouldnotfucking work for me.
But then again, neither would giving him up.
“Daddy?” he asked, obviously picking up on my conflicted emotions as he started to soften under my hand.
And hell,that? I may not know everything that made him tick yet, or which games he’d liked to play as a child since he claimed that all the basics from this afternoon’s playdate were new to him, or where he worked or what color his pillowcase was or his favorite pizza toppings, but wewerein sync. I understood him, and damn if he didn’t understand me right back.
And no, I couldn’t see my boy welcoming anyone else’s hands on him but mine.
He didn’t want to be shared.
“Everything’s fine, sweetheart,” I said, patting his cock one last time and then pulling him to his feet and into my arms. He immediately sighed and melted against me, and I kissed the top of his head, tucking him close and knowing it was true. “I do want you to tell me why you want to go to the demonstration tonight, though. Is spanking something that you… need from me?”
Anything. I would make it work. Rene was, wouldalwaysbe, worth it.
But maybe I wouldn’t have to. Not with this.
He jerked his head back to stare up at me, eyes so wide that the summer blue was completely ringed in white, and shook his head frantically. “No, please. I don’t… I don’t want that, Daddy. I only want to be good.Please. Just tell me what to do so I don’t have to get spanked. I don’t, I wouldn’t—”
“Shhh,” I said, running a hand over his hair again and pulling his face back toward my chest. Something settled inside me at the further proof that the two of us reallywerein sync. “You’ve already done it, baby. All you had to do was tell me you don’t want it, and it won’t happen. I willneverdo anything that you don’t want, too. And spanking you? Quite honestly, I’m not interested. I only want to cherish you, sweet boy.”
Cherish him and adore him… and do filthy, filthy things to him, too.
But really, weren’t those all the same thing?
Rene relaxed against me again, mumbling a tearful-sounding “thank you” against my chest. “I don’t like things that hurt,” he mumbled.
“And it would gut me to ever hurt you,” I said, tipping his chin up in the hope that he’d see the truth of that statement in my eyes. “Which is why I wasn’t originally interested in attending the demonstration tonight.”
Rene’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, subtly grinding against my hip. “But… but now you are?” he whispered, the pretty flush of arousal appearing on his cheekbones again. “Did someone tell you about, um, about the things that… that happen there?”
Interesting.
“I heard it was spanking, discipline, and ’funishments.’ I’m not sure what the last one is, but I understand the whole experience is supposed to be… educational?”
From the way his cock was pressing so firmly against me, though, he definitely thought it would be more than that.
“What part of that excites you, sweetheart?” I asked, sliding one hand down to his pert little ass and rocking him against me.
“Daddy,” he gasped, then immediately hid his face against my chest. “Sam said… said watching could be… sexy,” he mumbled, his fingers clutching my shoulders as I kept slowly working him against me.
I was sure Sam was right. That wasn’t the whole truth, though. My boy was holding back.
“And?” I prompted him, leaning down to whisper it into his ear, then raking my teeth over the sensitive spot there.
He shivered, that pretty cock of his throbbing between us.
“You can tell Daddy anything, and I know you want to be good for me and not make me guess.”
His cock jerked again, his breath becoming quick and shallow. “Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy. I… he… um.”
