Likefire.
I touched my lips as he straightened up, feeling floaty and confused and fluttery and… andclaimed. That kiss had somehow zinged right through me, my whole body trembling from it, but not with fear. With… with hope. A tingling, fiery kind of hope that made me want to squirm in my seat but also launch myself into his arms.
But I’d just promised to be good, so I didn’t do either.
“And how do you plan on making good on that promise, sweet boy?” Daddy asked, his voice turning husky as he started petting my hair again. Running his big, warm hand down the back of my neck. Touching my face. Following the path my own fingers had taken and tracing my lips, just like I had. “Tell me how you want to be good for Daddy.”
“Um,” I said, as the heat in his eyes sent a matching pulse of heat through me, leaving me breathless and evenmorefluttery and suddenly so dang horny that I couldn’t think straight, much less figure out what kind of answer he wanted me to give him to that question.
“‘Um’ isn’t good enough,” Daddy said, which should have sounded terrifying but somehow, from him, wasn’t. He was teasing me again, which I was pretty sure no one had ever done before, at least not in a nice way, and which made the flutters feel almostfrantic. And then the teasing was gone, and his voice dropped all low and sexy. “I want you to tell meexactlyhow you intend to be good for me. I want to know each and every thing I can do to you tonight. Everything you want, sweetheart.”
This time I did shift on the couch. I had to. My cock started to thicken so fast it got in the way, and my body felt like it wasthrumming.
I’d had atonof sex—duh, that was why Max had let me stay with him—but I still wasn’t used to being horny. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d spontaneously gotten hard. It didn’t usually happen to me anymore, not since I’d learned all the ways that sex could hurt.
Right now, though, I didn’t even care about that. I’d forgotten how good, howoverwhelmingit felt to be so turned on with no one even doing anything to me. And the way Daddy was still looking at me? I’d behappyto hurt for him. It would be worth it, more than worth it, as long as it made him happy, too… and my cock obviously agreed, since it was starting to make an embarrassingly obscene bulge in the tiny shorts Greg had told me to wear.
Daddy’s eyes dipped down. He’d noticed… which just made the problem worse.
Or better?
Definitely bigger.
“You can doeverything,” I blurted, because for some reason, blurting out what I was actually thinking was a thing I couldn’t seem to stop doing around him. “I want you to, Daddy. And I’ll… I’ll do anything you tell me to, too.Anything. I’m yours.Allyours. That’s… that’s what I want. Just to be yours.”
“Such a perfect answer,” he murmured, petting my hair again. Stroking it. Threading his fingers through it. Wrapping his other hand around my throat to hold me steady when I let a blissful little sound escape and looking down at me like I was… like I was all the things he’d told me I was. Then he smiled. “But what I really should have asked is for your limits, sweetheart.”
I blinked. My what?
“My limits?”
I probably sounded just as dumb as I felt, but… but Greg hadn’t told me anything about those, whatever they were, and I didn’t know what I was supposed to say. I could already tell that wasn’t going to be good enough, though, because Daddy started frowning.
I was disappointing him again. It iced all the good feelings right out of me, an all too familiar panic rising in my gut to take their place.
“I don’t know what that means,” I admitted.
He’dtoldme not to lie to him, but he didn’t seem to like that answer, either.
“No one’s ever asked you for your limits before?” he asked, definitely sounding mad now.
“If you can just tell me, um, if you can explain?” I said quickly, hoping as hard as I could that he’d give me another chance and still let me stay. That he’d at least let metry. “Then I can do it?”
“Jack...” he started.
Not “sweetheart” anymore.
And he took his hands off me, too.
“I’m sorry,” I blurted, feeling desperate and dumb enough to interrupt him, even though I knew I shouldn’t. “No one really told me what you’d want or… or what to expect tonight, but I already told you, I’ll do anything.Anything, Daddy. It’s just that you’re my first actual client and I—” The deeper Daddy’s frown got, the faster the words tumbled out of me, “—I’ve just never done it like this before where, you know, someone asked me questions and said nice things to me and made me feel… feel…”
My throat was trying to close up, but I swallowed hard and kept going anyway, even though my voice was starting to sound thick and crack a little.
“I didn’t know I neededlimits, but if it’s… if it’s something you want, IknowI can do it if you’ll just tell me how. Can’tyou just, justtellme, Daddy? Just tell me what to do? Please? Ipromise, I can be so good for?—”
Daddy suddenly made a growly noise that shut me up fast and made it almost impossible for me not to cry, but then, instead of acting mad at me—even though that noise haddefinitelynot been a happy one—he just pinched the bridge of his nose for a long,longminute, then took a deep breath.
And then… then he smiled?
