“Can you listen to me, Jason? Just listen, okay?”
“Okay.”
“You’re going to let Jane know you’re not feeling well. Then you’re going to come here.”
“But I have to go to the lunch.”
“No arguments, boy. You do what I say. I expect you here in thirty minutes or I’ll come and get you myself.”
Jason agreed and ended the call. He didn’t know what Jane was going to say, so he gathered up his things, making it look like he was going off to a meeting. Once he was outside the building, he sent Jane a message on Teams. He then turned his work phone off. He’d deal with the fallout on Monday. Jane had his personal number, and if she wanted to contact him she still could, so once he got to Patrick, he’d turn that phone off as well.
As soon as the door opened, Jason started crying. What the fuck was wrong with him? He was never this emotional. He always kept his feelings locked down tight. Patrick picked him up, and Jason wrapped his legs around his waist. He was carried into the living room, and Patrick lowered himself onto the couch, keeping Jason on his lap, letting him cry on his shoulder. He ran his fingers through Jason’s hair and kissed him gently on the forehead. It was soothing, and he felt safe in Patrick’s arms.
He wasn’t sure how long had passed before Patrick offered him a drink of water. Jason nodded his agreement, and Patrick moved him so he was curled up on his side. A blanket was thrown over him. He felt relaxed and wanted to sleep. Patrick came back with a bottle of water and insisted he drink it.
“If you’re tired, why don’t you lie down on the bed and rest?”
“Am I disturbing your work?”
“I’m the boss, remember?”
“I like it when you’re the boss.”
Patrick smiled. “There’s no off switch with you, is there?”
“That would be boring.”
“Do you want anything to eat?”
“I’m not hungry.”
“What did you have for breakfast?”
“A coffee.”
“You need to eat something. Come on, you can rest for a couple of hours and then you’re eating something.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he said, licking his lips and looking at Patrick’s noticeable bulge.
“Behave, boy.”
“Please, Daddy. I need you.”
Patrick looked like his resolve was slipping, so Jason took a chance and reached out, stroking Daddy’s cock through his trousers. Jason heard him take a deep breath.
“There’s been nobody else since that night,” said Jason. “You’re the only one I want.”
Jason wasn’t sure what had made him say that. It was how he felt, but it wasn’t something he would usually say out loud, because it gave Patrick all the power.
“Will you do as you’re told?” asked Patrick, his voice deeper than usual.
Jason nodded his head.
“I need to hear your words, boy.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Get on your knees.”
