“I did. Thank you, Sir.” He sat up, curling against my side.
When he looked up at me, I could no longer resist the urge to kiss him. I hooked one finger under his chin, closing the distance between us slowly to give him time to stop me if my advances were unwelcome. Instead, he licked his lips, and his jaw went slack. Shallow pants warmed my skin.
“So patient,” I praised him. “You deserve a reward for not trying to rush things.”
“Thank you, Sir.” His body vibrated from the effort it took to wait for me.
I brushed my thumb over his lightly stubbled jaw before cupping the back of his neck. I ghosted my lips over his, just the slightest brush of skin against skin. I kissed both corners of his mouth, testing to see if his resolve would snap. He whimpered, flipping around so he straddled my legs, but otherwise didn’t try to push me to go further.
The restraint was killing him, and it made me hard as hell. If I wasn’t so damned determined to do things right, despite our unusual beginning, I would have buried myself in his still naked body, bringing both of us to another powerful climax.
“You’re too damn tempting,” I growled before nipping his bottom lip. “You’re like a rich dessert I want more of but know too much is unhealthy.”
“Where did you learn to talk like that?” Danny buried his face against my neck and giggled.
He kissed me there, then tensed. I tipped my head to the side, silently inviting him to continue. I bit my bottom lip to keep from groaning as he nibbled, kissed, and licked his way from my collarbone to my ear. My dick throbbed, as if it was sending a message that I was an idiot for not taking what was being freely offered.
It pained me to stop him, but if he kept going, I’d be the one going back on the word I’d given him. If I wanted there to be any chance of a future with Danny, I needed to earn his trust. That meant proving I would always take care of him, even if it wasn’t in the way either of us wanted.
I dug my fingers into his hips, lifting him off my body. “No more. I want to be able to go slow and torture you the next time I have the opportunity to sink into that delectable ass.”
“You’re torturing me now,” Danny whined.
I lifted him off my lap and stood, ignoring his protest as I gathered our clothes. He took my proffered hand and let me lead him into the small private bathroom in the play space. It was tempting to suggest we shower together, but cleaning his wet, naked body would make it nearly impossible to keep from giving him just one more orgasm before we re-entered the real world.
He made the sweetest little noises as I ran a wet washcloth over his cum-crusted skin. It was hot, but I wasn’t sure how I liked knowing none of that cum was mine now that the haze of the scene was clearing.
“Are you a Daddy?” Danny asked as I dried his skin and helped him dress. It was an odd question, but also a fair one given my friendship with John. He rested a hand on my shoulder when I knelt in front of him, holding out his briefs. His cheeks flushed an adorable shade of pink, and he looked away when I stared up at him.
“I’ve never considered myself to be one,” I admitted. “Is that going to be a problem?”
“No, Sir.” He smiled so broadly there was a hint of a dimple on his left cheek.
“I take it that’s not something you’re looking for?” Danny hopped onto the vanity, taking in my body without shame as I got dressed. “If that dynamic is something you’re interested in, it’s not a dealbreaker for me, but it’s not something I’ve ever claimed to be.”
“I don’t have a problem with people who are Daddies or boys—obviously, given the fact most of my friends have Daddies, but it’s not something I want for myself,” Danny explained. It was the most I’d heard him say at one time without someone having to pull the words out of him.
“That’s surprising,” I admitted, hoping he wouldn’t take offense. He thrived having someone to take care of him and, from what I’d seen and heard, heneededsomeone to make sure he took care of himself.
Danny shrugged. “But is it, really? I’ve known since I was a teen that I was submissive. Whether it’s in the bedroom or out, I like not having to make decisions. But it’s more than that. When I’m with someone, I feel fulfilled by taking care of his needs, too. I don’t know, maybe it’s more confusing than I thought.”
His shoulders slumped, and I rushed to him. I didn’t want him getting upset because he couldn’t articulate what he was trying to say. “It’s okay, Danny. We don’t need to figure out everything all at once. And for what it’s worth, I don’t think you were confusing at all. If I didn’t know better, I’d think I was being punked. You’re too perfect to be true.”
Danny shook his head and scoffed. “I’m far from perfect. I’m a mess. I’m clingy and needy and tend to rely too much on others to make tough decisions for me.”
That wasn’t Danny talking, it was the man who’d hurt him. More and more, I wanted to find out where he’d come from so I could take a road trip. There was a special place in Hell for the type of bastard who could dull the sparkle from someone as giving and sweet as Danny.
“That might all be true, but I happen to love having someone who knows I’ll always have his best interests at heart,” I promised him. “And there’s not much better in the world than a boy who wants to cuddle any time we’re in the same room.”
“Then why are you single? I’ve seen the subs who fall over themselves to spend time with you.” I knew he’d been watching me, and yet, it made my body hum with excitement to have confirmation.
“There’s a difference between a scene partner and a life partner.” I lifted Danny off the counter. A cramped bathroom wasn’t where I wanted us to talk about things like this.
I made sure the room wasn’t a disaster, rolled up the bedding and stuffed it in the hamper in the corner, and flipped the sign outside the door to show it was ready to be serviced. As we walked down the hall, Danny easily settled against my side.
“I’d never imply that I haven’t had a number of partners since I joined the lifestyle, but I want you to know the ones I never had sex with far outnumber the ones I have.”
“You don’t have to defend yourself to me,” Danny insisted.
