be willing to bet there were glimpses of your little side long before you became a parent. The two
sides of who you are, exist completely independent of one another. Let me show you how you can
have both.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
“Like I said earlier, let’s try it for tonight. If it makes you feel better, you can tell yourself you’re
just acting. You’ll be playing the role of my boy for the sake of the exhibition,” he explained. “After,
we’ll find a quiet place to talk about how both of us are feeling and see where we go from there.”
I didn’t need to talk. I knew already that once I had a second taste of this life, I’d be starving for
more. And that was the problem. I didn’t trust myself to push my little to the side once he came out to
play.
“I’ve got you. You can be who you want tonight,” William reassured me. When he began gently
rocking me, I thought I might fall asleep again. I was exhausted. As quickly as he’d fallen into the role
of taking care of me, he shifted back to all-business. “It’s time to wake Sam and get to work. While
he’s opening the doors and adjusting the lights, I want you to make the bed.”
“Okay.” I worried my lip, wondering if he expected me to call him Daddy or something. That was
going to take time.
William caught my lip, pulling it out from between my teeth. “None of that. I know it’s hard, but
just for tonight, I want you to turn off your brain. Go with whatever feels natural.”
I nodded. He gave me a gentle nudge, and I stood, reaching out to help him off the floor. He took
my hand, groaning as he straightened, then pulled my body against his.
“Good boy.” William cupped my face in his hands before kissing my forehead again. I tilted my
head back, hoping I would be rewarded with his mouth on mine. No dice. He actually laughed, and I
glared at him. “Later, boy. The next time I kiss you, I want to be able to take my time with you. Time
is something we don’t have right now.”
He swatted my butt. I moaned, silently pleading with my dick to not get hard. William kneaded my
backside, and I whimpered. He was taunting me.
“You’re greedy, aren’t you? You’ve deprived yourself for so long you’re desperate for whatever I
want to give you.”
“Yes,” I moaned. “Please, Daddy.”
Where in thefuckhad that come from? So much for needing time. I chalked it up to trying to get
