The movement brought my gaze up to meet his. He held eye contact, as if this were a test of some kind. I wondered how he’d know how I like my cock stroked if he didn’t watch. But then I realize he probably was paying attention. Henny wasn’t one to half-ass a task.
My thoughts were confirmed when his voice came out all soft as his thumb brushed my cheek.
“You like being my good boy, don’t you, Pip? I saw how controlled you were today. How focused you got. I’m proud of you.”
The words were a brand against my soul. My hips jerked forward as a whimper caught in the back of my throat. I only barely held it back, though I doubt it did any good. Henny’s eyes got darker. He knew what he was doing to me.
“Oh, baby. That’s exactly what you need. To know how proud I am. To know you pleased me.”
“Yes,” I panted. “Yes, I do. Please, Daddy. Tell me everything.”
The title I’d teased him with before felt right to use. It wasn’t something we’d discussed. Wasn’t even anything I’d ever used before.
But somehow it made sense.
Need pulsed through me, licking up my spine as I fought not to rut against his pant leg. I felt on edge. Like a wild animal desperate to breed or to be bred. I was a fucking horny monster on the edge.
Henny hummed, his lips tipping to one side. “I couldn’t have asked for a better-behaved boy today. You surpassed my expectations. Made me think of how I could keep you with me in the office each day. That way I could give you orders, feed you, and reward you whenever I want. You’d be Daddy’s perfect little killer, wouldn’t you?”
I choked out a gasp as my orgasm shattered through me. My back arched as I shuddered with my release. Henny’s hand kept hold of me through it all. His gaze remained locked with mine, grounding me to each second and reminding me who I was doing this with.
Wrecked.
I was fucking wrecked.
It took a few minutes for me to catch my breath. Sometime during that, Henny’s expression shifted. There was still desire there, but I found other things I couldn’t read. Things I worried might make the situation between us change.
I wanted to keep going with whatever this was. Wanted to keep calling him Daddy and having his full attention on me.
“Why don’t you go get cleaned up. Take your time. I’ll wipe up the floor.” Henny’s voice was soft. As if he meant to be tender.
Instead, it felt off.
He went into the bathroom first and came back with a towel. After tilting his head in that direction again, I took the hint and went to do as he said. I cleaned up on autopilot, my mind still fuzzy from the fantastic fucking release.
After a quick shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and went to find Henny. He’d already seen me naked, so what was it for him to see me like this?
The minute I stepped into the living room, I felt the silence and knew I was alone. I pulled a shirt and gym shorts from my bag. I slipped them on, then went about walking around the suite.
Every single room was empty. His shirt and jacket were missing too. It was as if he’d never come back with me.
Henny had left.
He’d watched me… and then he’d left.
Shit.
The pleasure I’d felt moments ago drained away. He hadn’t even told me where he was going. Sure, I could find him. But it was obvious he didn’t want me looking.
I must have asked for too much. Must have pushed him too far, and he didn’t like it.
Maybe he hadn’t wanted to do any of that.
Did I force him? Was I in the wrong?
Of course I was. When had I ever done anything right that doesn’t involve murder? I’d been so desperate for his attention that I dropped to my knees and came apart from a little praise.
All I wanted to do now was curl into a ball and go numb. Feelings fucking sucked. I didn’t want them anymore.
