“You’re not going to regret that, are you?” My question echoed off the walls of the elevator. As badly as I wanted to look at him, I couldn’t. I was afraid of what I’d see written on his face.
“Baby, the only thing I regret is not having the balls to claim you sooner.” He hugged me tighter, pressing my face into his chest as he rested his chin on top of my head. “I don’t know how I can make it up to you for letting you think I was upset that morning.”
“Telling me again how you’re in love with me while you do dirty things to my body would be a good start,” I suggested. In a very un-Ryan-like move, he slid his hand into the back of my slacks, and shoved a finger into my crease. I arched back, leaving my neck exposed. Ryan clamped his teeth around my skin, biting hard enough I knew there would be a mark by morning. “Please, Daddy. Don’t stop.”
“Do you like being my dirty boy?” Daddy growled in my ear. I nodded. “Good, because, at some point, I’m going to do things to you that are going to make your entire body flush with embarrassment. Would you let me do that?”
“Like what?” I asked breathlessly. I was all down for some freaky fun, but I had my limits. If he was talking covertly getting me off while we were in a room full of people, I was totally game. If he meant parading me up on stage so he could fuck me in front of an audience, I was going to need one hell of an incentive.
“When the club opens, they’re going to have a special area for Daddies to show off how well behaved their boys are,” he explained. My eyes shot open, wishing like hell I’d asked for details about this club he’d invested in sooner. Ryan chuckled. “Oh, did I forget to mention that part?”
“Uh yeah, I’m pretty sure I would have remembered.” The chime sounded, alerting us that the doors would be opening on our floor in mere seconds. I expected Ryan to pull away. It wasn’t going to take long for me to realize expecting anything out of him was pointless. At every turn, he was shocking the hell out of me.
With his hand still stuffed in the back of my pants, he guided me into the hall. If anyone approached us from the front, it would just look like he had his arm around me. I glanced over my shoulder, hoping like hell no one we knew was about to sneak up on us.
When we reached the door, Ryan pinned me to the wall, grinding his erection against my ass as he growled in my ear. “Fuck, I can’t wait to put you on display. You’re so fucking hard already, knowing anyone could catch us. You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered. At that moment, I’d have agreed with anything he said. I could feel the wet spot at the front of my underwear already. If he kept this up, my first orgasm of the night was going to be right here in the hall.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He reached past me, sliding his keycard into the door. “Let’s get you inside. It’s time to see how far you’ll go to make Daddy happy.”
I wasn’t ready to tell him I’d go to the ends of the earth to please him.
10
Ryan
“Do we really have to leave?”My heart broke at the way Tanner's voice cracked. I hugged him tighter, dreading the alarms that would be going off soon. The fiasco from Deegan’s wedding reception hung over us like a dark cloud. While most of the family had pretended like nothing happened the following morning at breakfast, things were still tense with Lillian. His mom refused to see the damage she’d done or admit thatshewas the one who’d caused a scene.
Like Tanner, I wasn’t ready to say goodbye. I needed him to believe me when I said this wasn't just a fling and the two of us would find a way to work things out once I went back home.
If I had my way, he'd be in the seat right next to me on the plane, but he'd refused. That was probably the mature decision, since it wasn't like I was asking him to move twenty minutes down the road, but that didn't mean I had to like it. Until I could convince him that nothing was going to come between us, I'd be racking up the frequent flyer miles, coming back to visit him as often as my schedule would allow.
“We've been over this, sweetheart,” I reminded him. “If there was any way I could stay out here longer, I would.”
“Have you even tried to see if the world can hold itself together without you? I just think it would be nice for the two of us to spend a couple more days here before letting reality crash the party,” he complained. His hand drifted down my stomach, the tips of his fingers teasing the tip of my cock. “You said you can work remotely, right?”
“Yes, but there are some things Ihaveto do in person,” I pointed out. Later this week, Jack and I were meeting to go over the contracts for our partnership. Once that was settled and the financing was secured, he could start hiring contractors for the renovation. He was a decent enough man he’d likely be willing to do a video conference to settle the details, but I didn’t want him thinking I was disinterested in the project before it even got started. I might not plan on being on-site every day, but that didn’t mean I wanted to be nothing more than a checkbook. This was a sound investment, and if things went well it could lead to opening future similar clubs.
“Are any of those before Thursday?” The boy was relentless when he wanted to get his way. His hand curled around my shaft and he began lightly stroking me. “Just hear me out. If we stay here another day or two, we can get to know one another better without the threat of my family barging in on us. You said we’ll be able to keep things going when you head home, but we haven’t talked much about what’s that’s going to look like. Wouldn’t it be easier to do that now?”
Tanner made valid points that were hard for me to dispute. I pulled up my phone, checking the calendar to see if there was anything I absolutely couldn’t push back or do from the resort. I was trying to not tip my hand, but he wasn’t the only one who didn’t want to check out of the hotel and go back to the real world. I felt like I’d just gotten a second chance at happiness, and I didn’t want to piss it away.
“Don't mind me, I'm being whiny,” Tanner said when I didn’t immediately blow off his suggestion. He buried his face in my armpit, peeking out his tongue to lick me. He did that a lot, and it was exactly the type of goofy, innocent gesture I'd miss when we were apart. “I feel like we’ve been living in a twisted dream and now it's time to wake up.”
“I understand why you feel that way.” I rolled to my side, kissing the top of his head. “But this isn't forever. And maybe you’re right. We need to sit down and talk about the rules before I leave, and I don’t want to rush through that.”
“You know I hate rules,” he grumbled.
“True, but I think it'll be different for you this time. You want to be able to tell me what a good boy you've been when I call to check up on you, don't you?” I teased. Tanner was a sucker for knowing he’d pleased me. Over the weekend, he’d pointed out times when he’d ignored his family rather than standing up for himself. I understood why he thought that was the right thing to do, but I didn’t want him to go back to having his family’s footprints all over his back once I wasn’t here to keep an eye on him.
“Yes, Daddy.” Just hearing him say those two words had my dick fully hard. I flipped over, pinning him to the bed. As I kissed my way down his neck, he squirmed, trying to grind our cocks together. “You’re not really making a good case for needing to make your flight.”
“Maybe I’m starting to realize you were right, and that we need a little more time together,” I pointed out. I slid a hand between our bodies, wrapping my fingers around his shaft. “I haven’t been able to tease you nearly as much as I’d like. If I stay, you’ll have to do whatever I tell you. Is that going to be a problem?”
“No, Daddy,” he promised. He wrapped his legs around mine, capturing me so I couldn’t climb out of the bed. That was a mistake, because I wanted today to be about spending time together while both of us had our clothes on. Him trying to take control was only going to prolong his suffering.
It was too bad I hadn’t imagined a scenario like this when I’d flown out. If I’d known Tanner and I would be such a perfect match in our sexual desires, I would have packed a bag with some of my favorite toys. Now, we’d have to settle for me sending him gifts to use on himself, knowing it was what I wanted.
