One I’d like to spend a lot more time enjoying… butafterI gave him the relief he needed.
I pulled away, releasing his wrists. “Be good and don’t move, sweetheart.”
He nodded, keeping his arms stretched out over his head where I’d held them and lying as still as a statue for me, but instantly looking worried when I rolled off the bed.
Sweet boy, if he thought I’d ever actually be able to leave him, he was sorely mistaken.
He’d learn, though.
I padded across the room and pulled a tie out of the suitcase I hadn’t gotten around to unpacking yet. A silver one, to match his eyes.
“This is so we don’t have to worry about remembering not to touch yourself,” I told him, watching his eyes widen as I came back and fastened it to the headboard above him.
“You’re… you’re going to tie me up?” he asked, his voice trembling. I assumed it wasn’t because he didn’t want it, though. Not with the way his cock still twitched and jerked with excitement, so engorged now that it was lying flush againsthis stomach and drooling slick, sex-scented precum all over his navel.
“I’m going to help you be good for me the way I know you want to, baby,” I corrected him, looping the other end of the tie around Jack’s wrists.
I kept it loose enough that there was no chance it would cut off his circulation or hurt him—and, honestly, every chance that he could wiggle right out of it if he actually tried—but that was fine. Actually restraining him wasn’t what this was really about.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Jack said, his eyes still wide as he gave the tie one small tug to test it. It held, and he practically melted into the bed as another beatific smile spread across his face, making him look exactly like the angel I was half convinced he actually was... andthatwas what it was really about.
I’d already noticed that my boy needed to feel secure to fully relax and let himself go. The fact that having him tied up, naked, and hard for me was the sexiest goddamn thing I’d ever seen was just a welcome perk.
One that I planned on taking full advantage of, of course.
I lay down next to him, propping myself up on one elbow and resting a hand on his warm, quivering stomach. The male body in all its forms had always attracted me, but Jack? He was perfection.
His breath hitched, his cock straining as he bumped his hips, trying to get it closer to my hand. “Please, Daddy.”
Sweet, sweet boy. He knew that wasn’t up to him, but he loved being able to beg just as much as I loved hearing it, now didn’t he?
“Patience, sweetheart,” I said, just because I could and because he was so damn sexy when he was told to wait and reminded that Daddy was in charge. And sure enough…
He moaned—sexy as hell—and then hequivered. And when I moved my hand away from his dick, stroking it up his slim chestinstead of down where he wanted it, he huffed out a breath of sheer frustration—goddamn adorable—but then arched into my touch with a little gasp of surprise when my fingers found his pale pink nipples.
Definitely sensitive… duly noted.
Another one of those feral grins took over my face as I teased them into stiff peaks. And Jesus, when I moved on from there and earned a needy whimper by stumbling upon a brand-new erogenous zone in the hollow above his collar bone? It was like we werebothlearning his body for the first time.
His uninhibited responsiveness was sexy as hell, but as eager as I was to finally get a chance to play with that pretty little dick of his and make my boy come, I was in no rush to hurry through these other explorations, either.
Had I known squirming and whining and adorable blushes were my turn-ons before Jack? Not precisely. I sure as hell did now, though.
“You’re so damn sexy, sweetheart,” I muttered, dipping down to trail my mouth over all the areas my fingers were exploring. And thesoundsmy boy made… holy hell.
Part of me wanted to just roll right on top of him, pin his lithe body to the bed to hold him still and rut against him like a beast. Keep him tied up and under me and make sure he never left. Or tell him hecouldn’tcome, not at all, not ever, until he promised to truly be mine.
I knew I wouldn’t need to resort to that, though. Jack had worn his heart on his sleeve from the moment I’d first opened the door, and despite my earlier concerns, I was entirely confident—or at least, almost entirely—that he would want more than just one night.
But that was a conversation for after we’dbothcome. Repeatedly, if I had my way.
Which I would, of course.
I grinned. I wasDaddynow. And fuck if that title didn’t feel like just as perfect of a fit falling from Jack’s lips as I’d ever imagined it would. Speaking of?—
I moved my hand back down his body, his warm, silky skin intoxicating. He had the faintest treasure trail, the hair there just as pale as on the rest of him and feather-soft, that I followed in a maddeningly slow exploration that finally broke him.
“D-D-Daddy?” he blurted hopefully, right on cue as he twisted his grip on my silver tie. The wet tip of his cock nudged my hand and he gasped at the contact, his eyes practically rolling back in his head. “Ohhhhh.”
