I couldn’t pry my eyes from the big box with sparkly blue wrapping paper and a purple bow on it. I sighed because he kept buying me things and I felt like I wasn’t doing a good job of giving him things. Could we really be equals like he said we were if I was always on the receiving end?
“You have boots, right?” He laughed at my grabby hands and rolled his eyes, but he didn’t give me my present. Okay, so it was still nice to get presents, and I’d just have to do better getting things for him.
“Duh.” I rolled my eyes and shook my head. He’d seen the inside of my closet. If I was rich and famous, I’d have so many shoes and boots they’d need their own space in my house.
“Watch the sass or I’ll have to take this back,” he warned, holding up the box.
“You wouldn’t.” I crossed my arms tightly over my chest and stuck out my bottom lip. “You said you’re not a mean Daddy.”
“I’m not, but that doesn’t mean you get away with disrespect.” He tapped his cheek. “Now, get over here and tell Daddy how sorry you are, and maybe I’ll let you see what you’re going to wear for our special day.”
“You do know I have plenty of clothes already, right?” I asked as I shuffled across the bed. I draped my arms over his shoulders and kissed his cheek. “I don’t want to sound ungrateful, but it might be easier for you to just pick out something from my closet.”
“True, but then I wouldn’t be able to see all the pretty outfits that catch my eye on this sexy body.” I shivered as his hand drifted down my chest. He cupped my dick, giving it a gentle squeeze. “And I think you’re going to like today’s outfit. It’s just right for what you want to do, as well as for what I have planned for before the club opens.”
Oh hell, I’d screwed up big time. Now, I was going to have to sit through whatever else we were going to do, thinking about tonight.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’re heading in early, that way we can spend all the time we want before the rooms fill up.” He really did think of everything.
Everyone was surprised by how popular the themed rooms were, and most nights the waiting list was filled for the best of the best before nine o’clock. The room I wanted wasthemost popular, partly because it was one of the few themes that couldn’t be easily replicated.
“I want you to shower and get dressed while I start figuring out how to make this happen,” he informed me. “Put on what’s in the box, then head to the basement. I’ll come and get you when it’s time to go.”
“Which boots should I wear?” It would likely be apparent, but it felt right asking him totell mewhich ones he wanted.
He flicked on the light in my closet and started rummaging through the pile. They weren’t disorganized, but I had somewhat limited space given how many pairs of footwear I owned. A minute later, he came back dangling a pair of scuffed, worn down, Doc Martens.
I scrunched my nose. “Are you sure? Those are old and dirty.”
“They’re perfect for what I have planned,” he promised me, setting down the boots at the end of the bed. I melted when he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight to his chest. My face was smooshed between his pecs, but I didn’t care. He’d apparently already showered, leaving my nostrils coated with the scent of him and spicy bodywash, one of my favorite combos. “Trust me, sweetheart. You’re going to look amazing today.”
“I never doubt it when you’re here to help me.”
I might have swooned just a little when he gave me one more super chaste kiss and brushed his hands down the length of my arms, interlacing our fingers. “Fuck, I don’t know how I got so lucky, but I’m never letting you go.”
As he released me and walked away, I hoped like hell that was true.
16
John
How in the fuck am I supposed to do this?It wasn’t what Mav wanted that had me stressing out. Sure, it was a little freakier than I’d imagined my boy would be, but when I thought about it, it made sense on some level. That was why I was bound and determined to get over my own shit and make this the best damned night of his life.
The problem was, I needed to enlist help and there were very few people I trusted with my boy’s body. When I crossed off the people I figured he might not want knowing about his personal kinks, that list grew even smaller.
So small, in fact, I was left with a single name, and it wasn’t somebody I ever thought I’d talk to again. He was going tolovehearing me beg him for help.
For some stupid reason, I still had his number programmed into my phone. There was no telling if it was still the same as it had been since the advent of cell phones, but if there was one thing I knew about Blake, it was that hehatedchange. I hoped that would work to my advantage this morning.
After refilling my coffee, I stepped onto the screened in porch and closed the door behind me. I couldn’t make this call inside the house in case there were nosy ears in the vicinity. Knowing them, hemighthave talked to Sam about this particular desire, but if he hadn’t, I wouldn’t be the one to out him.
It took half of my second cup of the day to work up the balls to scroll through my contacts. If his name hadn’t been near the beginning, I couldn’t say if I’d have chickened out. I could always do it on my own. We didn’tneedhelp, did we?
Yes, we did. Because if things got intense, I knew I’d back off before my boy used his word. I couldn’t stand to hurt him, even if the pain was part of what he craved.
The phone rang long enough I thought it would go to voicemail. The upside of that was it meant the number was in service. The downside was—
“Holy shit, he lives.” Leave it to Blake to cut to the chase. The distance between us was entirely my fault, and given where I currently found myself, I couldn’t be certain how he’d react to the news.
