“I like it when you touch me,” I confessed, my arousal flowing through me like sap from a tree on a warm spring day.
“I like touching you, baby boy.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to call himDaddy, but I didn’t want to make any assumptions. It had been sexy and fun our first night together, but I was starting to believe I wanted it to mean something more. Something longer-term. And yet, the last thing I wanted was to break his heart the way mine had been broken.
“I know that we’re just friends,” I said in a rush of nerves and adrenaline, “and you’re my boss, and this is probably a terrible idea, but would you make love to me, Hiero? Will you be my Daddy for as long as the rain lasts, right here, right now?”
Hiero’s smile was a blessing from the Goddess above.
“Skylar, sweetheart, I want nothing more.”
Chapter twelve
Hiero
It wasn’t my intentionto seduce Skylar when I’d asked him on this outing, but now he was calling me Daddy and begging me to make love to him. He stirred up all of my protective instincts, my dominant ones too; Skylar was a Daddy’s boy through and through.
What else could I do but oblige?
“Have you ever had a Daddy before?” I asked as he straddled my lap and I dropped kisses on his neck, collarbone, and shoulder, savoring his sweet, honeyed skin.
“None who have lasted,” he said.
“You’re ex didn’t want that?”
“Not unless you count the fact that he paid all my bills. He didn’t want the responsibility. He didn’t think it was… appropriate.”
Fuck what was appropriate, what felt good to Skylar? What did my boy need?
“What do you need from your Daddy?” I asked.
“Constant reassurance and validation,” he said with a self-deprecating grin. “I wish I was kidding.”
“Okay. What else?”
“Structure, stability, someone to tell me when I’m making a bad decision and correct me when I’m wrong. Someone to hold me when I’m sad…” He drifted off, seeming to remember a time when he was denied that simple comfort.
“And you want me to provide it?” I asked, tugging on his hair so I could see his face.
“If you’re willing. When I saw you in the bar with your horns and your leather, I thought, there’s a Daddy right there.MyDaddy.” He glanced away shyly. “At least for the night.”
I wanted him for more than one night, more than just one tryst in a cave, but I didn’t want to pressure him into anything. My desire was strong, but I had to show restraint.
“What does having a Daddy mean to you?” I asked as my hands moved of their own accord, caressing his firm buttocks and molding to the curve of his lower back. His helpless whimpers only egged me on.
“Someone who will take care of me? Someone to belong to? A strong, caring man who will guide me. I don’t know if that means discipline or punishment, but it might.”
I nodded in encouragement while kissing his neck. “What else, baby boy?”
“Someone safe, someone who I can just… let go with.”
“You’re safe with me, Skylar.”
I reached into the slit in his pants, two fingers pressed against his wet hole. Musical moans filled the quiet cave as he arched back. I’d need to get him some leather for his protection if he kept riding with me, but for now, I appreciated the easy access of his whimsical clothing.
“And what do you need here?” I asked as I eased one digit inside him.
“I need…” he said brokenly.
