“Tell me what I want to hear, and then we’ll see what we can do about this,” Ryan offered as he slid a hand around the front to drag his thumb over the head of my dick that was peeking over the waistband.
“I’m pretty sure they call that blackmail, and that’s no way to start a healthy relationship,” I pointed out. Before Ryan, I’d never joked around during sex before, mostly because it took a certain level of familiarity to do so.
“I wouldn’t have to blackmail if you’d just spit it out already,” Ryan complained. He hooked his feet around my calves, and in some sort of trick maneuver out of a porn or something, he jerked his legs up and managed to pull me flat on my back. He pinned me to the mattress, his mouth right next to my ear. “The bossy part of me wants to force you to spell everything out for me, butthatfeels much more manipulative.”
True. But again, hot. And maybe that was what I needed. Sometimes, I got so caught up in my head that I needed Daddy around to pull me out. “Would you?”
“Would I what?” My cock chafed against the front of his sweatpants, but I didn’t care as long as I got to feel his length against mine.
“Tell me it’s time,” I clarified. “Maybe what I need is for Daddy to make the rules. Everything’s easier when I just have to do what you tell me,” I admitted.
“You have to be sure about this, baby,” he insisted. “I don’t want you coming back six months from now when you’re pissed off at me, accusing me of trying to control your life and forcing you to move away from your family.”
“You and I both know damn well Ineedto get away from them.” Well, most of them, anyway. Nana was pretty cool for an old lady, but she wouldn’t be around forever. It was a morbid thought but the simple truth. And once she was gone, there wouldn’t be anything for me here.
Deegan and I were getting along better since we’d gone to their place for dinner, but we’d never been the best buds sort of brothers. Our lives were too different, and the only things we had in common were a genetic bond and the fact we were in love with the other’s best friend. Seeing him a few times a year would be plenty.
“You know what I mean. Do you want me to tell you what to do more often instead of asking you?” I nodded, feeling tears welling along my lashes. I’d been trying since the beginning of January to figure out a way to tell him this. It was completely at odds with everything I’d been raised to want out of life, but when he was Daddy, I felt free.
“Thank you for telling me, sweetheart. I know that wasn’t easy for you.” He blanketed my body with his, so we were connected from the tips of our toes to our foreheads. “After you shower and get dressed, we’re going to sit down and make a list of what needs to happen so you can come home to me.”
“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” Somehow, a place I’d never even seen felt more like home than this apartment or even the house I’d grown up in. “I so knew you were going to want to make a list.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Ryan groaned as he rolled off of me and sat up. I almost made a crack about his old age, but I was in too good of a mood to be snarky.
Don’t get me wrong, I was still scared shitless, but it felt amazing having him take the decision out of my hands. I wished I’d been able to tell him that’s what I needed when we’d first reconnected. But that wasn’t important now; Ryan wanted me with him, and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
That was fine by me.
After a solid week of marathon sex and more orgasms than I could count, the shower was little more than a way to get clean. The urge to rub one out quick was non-existent. And even if I’d been tempted, I’d been given clear instructions that I wasn’t allowed to touch myself unlessDaddytold me to.
I was practically flying by the time I dressed in the jeans and tee Ryan had pulled out for me and made my way to the kitchen. The apartment was filled with the scent of bacon and fresh coffee.
My steps faltered when I heard Ryan talking to someone. “Shit, tell me what you need from me, man... Yeah, I get it... You did the right thing... Don’t worry, I’ll tell him. Thanks.” My heart raced as I tried figuring out what had him sounded so somber after his jovial mood earlier. I mentally bitch-slapped myself, trying to push away the worst-case scenarios.
That lasted until I stepped into the kitchen and was met with Ryan’s furrowed brow and glassy eyes.
He held out a hand to me. I shook my head, not wanting to hear whatever it was he had to say. “Baby, come here.”
He turned off the stove and grabbed my wrist when I backed away. “Whatever it is, just tell me. Are you heading home? It’s okay if you are. It’ll suck sleeping alone, but we both knew you couldn’t stay here forever. We’ll video chat to plan Operation Relocate Tanner.”
The air was knocked out of my lungs when Ryan yanked my arm so that my body crashed into his. He wrapped me so tightly in his arms, I worried he might crack a rib.
“Okay, now you’re really starting to freak me out.” I hated the way my voice shook, but I was about a second away from completely losing my shit.
“Come sit with me,” Ryan suggested, backing out of the kitchen while still holding me captive.
“We don’t need to sit down,” I argued. “I can take whatever it is you have to say.”
Oh, if only that had been true.
Luckily, Ryan didn’t listen to me and he remained silent until I was curled up on his lap. He swallowed hard when I cupped his cheeks. “Whatever it is, we’ll get through it, right? I waited so long to have you; I’m not going to give up without a fight now that I’m yours.”
“Baby, I need you to let me talk for a minute,” Ryan pleaded.
I felt my throat closing and I couldn’t form words. Deep lines were etched in his face, and a deep sense of foreboding washed ever me.
“Okay,” I whispered. I rested my chin on his head and closed my eyes.
