“Do not test me like that again unless you want to be spanked in public where anyone could see,” I growl, my cock hard and my eyes wolf-like in their hunger.
Teddy nods shakily, still catching his breath.
I drive Teddy home in silence, the air between us thick with tension and unspoken need. When we reach his building, we get out of the car and he leans over and kisses my cheek softly.
“Thank you for tonight,” he whispers.
I watch Teddy for a moment, letting the sight of his flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips burn into my memory. Then I step forward, slide one arm behind his back and the other beneath his knees, and lift him effortlessly into my arms. He lets out a surprised little squeak, but his body melts against my chest almost immediately, arms looping around my neck.
His legs are still wobbly from the spanking and the orgasm against the tree. I can feel the heat radiating from his reddened bottom even through his jeans as I carry him up the short flight of steps to his apartment building’s front door.
Teddy rests his head against my shoulder, breathing softly. “You don’t have to…”
“I do,” I reply simply, voice low. “It’s time for Daddy to go.”
At the door he fumbles for his keys with one hand while still clinging to me. When the lock clicks open, I carry him across the threshold and set him down gently inside the entryway.
He turns to face me, eyes bright and hopeful, lips still swollen from earlier kisses.
I can see the invitation written clearly across his face. He wants me to come inside. He wants me to stay, to take him again on the floor or carry him to the bed and claim him properly.
For a moment the temptation is strong. My body still hums with the taste of him, the memory of his tight heat and desperate little sounds. But I force myself to play it cool.
I exhale, letting my fingers linger against his cheek.
“Goodnight, malysh,” I say. “Daddy really is going now.”
His expression flickers—surprise, then a flash of disappointment. “You’re…really… not coming in?”
“Not tonight.” I lean down and press a slow, deliberate kiss to his forehead, then one to his lips, just enough to remind him of what he is missing. “Sleep well.”
I step back before he can protest, turning toward the stairs.
Behind me I hear his soft exhale, a tiny sound that is half frustration, half longing.
Good. I want the boy begging for more. I want him lying in bed tonight aching for me, realizing how empty his nights feel without my hands, my voice, my control.
This is how he will see that he needs me.
I reach the bottom of the steps and start walking toward my car when my phone vibrates in my pocket. A message from Viktor…
VIKTOR: The Black Lantern. Ten minutes. Come alone.
I stop mid-stride. My jaw tightens. What is this about? The meeting we had on the beach was supposed to cover everything. A sudden summons like this could mean anything—new information, a problem… or a trap.
Teddy is instantly pushed from my mind.
The softness I allowed myself to feel only moments ago vanishes, replaced by the cold, sharp focus of the pakhan. I slide into the sports car, the engine roaring to life, and head toward the Black Lantern.
The bar is tucked away on a quiet side street, the kind of place that looks unremarkable from the outside but caters to men who prefer to conduct business away from prying eyes. I park a block away and walk the rest of the distance alone, senses on high alert.
When I push open the door, the low hum of conversation and the smell of whiskey and cigar smoke greet me.
Viktor is already seated at a corner booth, two glasses of vodka waiting on the table.
He looks tense, shoulders rigid, eyes scanning the room.
I slide into the seat opposite him.
