“You already have.” Slade held my face in his hands, running his thumbs over the stubble on my cheeks. “Are you ready to take me to bed now,Daddy?”
I should insist that we finish talking, but Slade was right; talking was overrated. He had promised me he would be honest if things got too intense, or if I was doing something he didn’t want. For now, that had to be enough. And the way he looked at me when he called me Daddy? I was a goner.
I slid my hands under Slade’s ass. When I didn’t put him on the floor, he wrapped his legs around my waist, clinging to me as I carried him through the small apartment. Soon, I would ask him to my place. Not because I was turned off by where he lived, but because I wanted to do things to him that were clumsy and uncomfortable in his full-size bed.
“I like hearing you call me Daddy,” I admitted as we crossed the threshold into the bedroom.
“Well, good, because I like calling you that,” he confessed, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “I thought it was cheesy when I heard big burly guys being called Daddy in porn, but part of me wished I had that. But I’d convince myself it was dangerous and that no one would want to take care of me. Then you came along…”
More like, then he stumbled down the stairs at Doug’s and I knew I’d do anything I could to keep him safe. But I didn’t say that for fear of scaring him off. I carefully set Slade down on the edge of the mattress. When I turned on the light, I was stunned by the transformation in his bedroom. There was a chance everything was now shoved behind the closed closet door, but I wasn’t going to question it.
“You did so well today, boy.” I pressed my lips to his as I reached down and flicked open the button on his jeans. Slade moaned as my fingers grazed against the head of his cock. I took the opportunity to slide my tongue into his mouth as I coaxed him to lie down on the bed. He lifted his hips and I stripped him from the waist down.
My God, Slade was beautiful.Too damn skinny, I thought as I dragged my thumbs over the ridges of his hipbones. He writhed beneath me, squirming, trying to position himself so my hand would brush against his straining erection. “I’ll get there, but not yet. Easy, boy. Let me inspect you first.”
“I’m not a toy, fresh off the assembly line,” Slade scoffed. I glared at him. “Please, Daddy, I need to come.”
“And you will,” I promised him. I placed wet, open-mouth kisses along his collarbones before shifting lower. Slade cried out when I flicked my tongue over his nipple. “Have you ever had these pierced?”
Slade’s head thrashed back-and-forth on the mattress. I wasn’t sure if that was his response to my question or if he was lost in the sensations. I moved to the other nipple, giving it the same attention as I pinched the left one.
“Tell me, Slade,” I insisted when he clenched his eyes shut, and his lips pursed tightly. “You are so sensitive here. I bet you would love having barbells through both of your nipples. When you don't do exactly as I tell you, I could give them a quick tug. And when we’re not together, you’d feel your shirt brush against them, reminding you who you belong to.”
“Oh fuck, yes. Please.” Slade opened his eyes, although it seemed to be quite a chore for him to look at me. “Please, Daddy. I’ll do anything. Want to be yours.”
He didn’t mean that. Couldn’t mean it, when it hadn’t even been a full day since he was telling me what an arrogant prick I was. His assessment wasn’t wrong, but it also wasn’t one that bolstered my confidence that he meant anything he said in the heat of the moment.
“That's a dangerous offer, boy,” I warned him. I reached down, squeezing his balls tight enough he yelped. “Anything would include letting me take you to one of my friends and having him pierce you down here. Would you be up for that?”
Slade let out a squeak that didn't sound excited about the prospect.
“That's what I thought.” Before Slade could freak out too much, I slid an arm between his back and the mattress, lifting him up so I could kiss him again. “Don't worry, baby. That's not something I would ever do to you.” I gave his shaft a soft, teasing stroke. “The closest I would get would be shaving you. I like my boys totally clean.”
My ex had balked at that request. He said it made him feel dirty, like I was only with him because he reminded me of a young teenager. It had nothing to do with that, and when he made the accusation, it had led to a frosty week in our home.
“Would you let me shave you, Slade? That way, when I want to slide a silicone ring over your shaft and your balls, we don't have to worry about you getting hurt.” I circled the base of his dick with my thumb and forefinger, tightening my grip to simulate how the ring would keep him from coming.
“Can I think about that one?” Slade allowed his head to fall back and licked his lips. I was proud of him for saying he wanted to consider what I had suggested, rather than agreeing because he thought it would get him what he wanted. “No offense, but that's a lot of trust to put in anyone. You're talking about taking a razor to me in a rather tender area.”
“I am,” I confirmed, and Slade's face paled. “But you're right. That's something we can talk about down the road.”
I laid down beside Slade and continued stroking him.
“You are such a good boy,” I praised him. “I can tell you're freaked out, but you aren't pushing me away.”
“Only an idiot would say no to getting off with someone as hot as you,” Slade scoffed. “But I may change my mind if you don't hurry up.”
I pulled my hand away, resting it on his chest. “Is that a fact? Sooner or later, you need to realize I don't put up with idle threats. Maybe I shouldn't let you come at all tonight.”
“You wouldn't.” Slade gaped at me.
I let out a low, rumbling laugh. “Oh, I totally would. If you want to test me, by all means, keep going.”
Slade shook his head, pursing his lips.
I bent down and kissed the tip of his nose. “Smart boy.”
“Are you going to undress? I’m starting to feel a bit self-conscious,” Slade admitted, then fumbled for the button on my jeans.
