He moans around me—soft, needy, eager to please.
Heat coils tight in my gut.
I don’t last long. Not after last night. Not with him looking up at me like that, eyes glassy, lips stretched around my cock.
I pull free just before the edge and take my cock in my hands and pump myself twice. I cum hard across his face and chest—thick ropes landing on pale skin, dripping down his chin and the space between his pecs.
He gasps but doesn’t wipe it away.
“Daddy, that was…” Landon says, his eyes wide and expectant.
I tuck myself back in. Zip up. Steady my breathing.
“Up on the bench,” I tell him. “Face down.”
He climbs without a word. Lays himself across the smooth wood—breasts pressed flat, ass presented, legs dangling off the end.
I pull more of the black cord from the drawer and bind his ankles to the legs of the bench. Then his wrists—stretched forward, secured to the far supports.
He’s spread. Helpless. His cock pressed against the smooth wood.
I lean down, place my lips against his ear.
“I’ll be gone an hour. Maybe two.”
The boy shivers in excitement. I know what I’m witnessing. He wants this. This is something that Landon has craved for a long, long time. And I’m the Daddy to give it to him.
“Under no circumstances are you allowed to make yourself climax against that wood. No grinding. No rocking. Nothing. If I come back and find you’ve disobeyed…” I let the threat hang.
He swallows, the nods.
“I’ll be good,” he whispers. “I promise, Daddy.”
I study the boy for a long moment—flushed cheeks, parted lips, the slow rise and fall of his back.
Then I turn and walk out.
The triple bolts engage behind me.
My boy is behaving better than I could ever have expected. The only question is how much detail I’ll need to give to Viktor…
The diner smells like burnt coffee, fryer grease, and a hint of alcohol. It’s far from a five star establishment, but that doesn’tworry me in the slightest. I’m comfortable here and have seen a lot worse, trust me.
And there are bigger things on my mind right now.
Way bigger things.
Viktor is already in the back booth, same as always. Two of his guys at the table behind him, pretending to read newspapers. I spot them immediately but to everyone else they’re just another pair of paying customers idling away their time.
I slide in opposite Viktor.
This time, he doesn’t waste time on pleasantries.
“Talk.”
“Everything’s fine,” I say. “He’s cooperating. No escape attempts since the first night. He’s… settled.”
Viktor lifts an eyebrow. “Settled?”
