“Yes, and I got here early in case you were missing me?”
“I’m always missing you, sweet thing.”
“Then come over here and show me, Daddy,” he said with a little pout.
I rounded the bar and swiveled his stool toward me. He wrapped his long legs around my waist as I smoothed my hands along his tattooed thighs and gently squeezed the curve of his ass. I couldn’t wait until later that night when I’d have him back in my bed.
“I heard it’s karaoke night tonight,” he said.
“Yep.”
“And after the bar closes, all of the staff has to sing?”
“It’s tradition.”
“I practiced a song for you.”
I was bewitched by him, body, mind, and soul, and I got lost for a moment in his violet eyes and long black lashes, the mischievous quirk of his mouth, his pointed ears and chin, and the many rings and bangles he wore that chimed like silver bells whenever he moved.
“I can’t wait to hear it,” I said, leaning down for a kiss. He slung his arms around my neck, and I drank deeply from his mouth. My tongue parried with his, a perpetual thirst I could not quench.
“You taste like strawberries,” I said, licking the sweetness from my lips.
“I had to sample them to make sure they were ripe. I picked up some things for when Monica visits.”
“She’s arriving tomorrow?”
“Yes. I miss her so much.” His gaze became wistful, and I worried at what that sentiment might portend.
“And you’re staying over tonight?” I asked while wishing I could demand more.
“Yes, I’m wearing new lace panties and the plug you gave me. Do you want to see?”
With my throat suddenly dry and my cock steadily expanding, I nodded. Skylar scooted off the bar stool and landed delicately on his high-heeled boots. Bending over, he pulled down his shorts to show me his periwinkle blue panties with a yawning split down the middle. The plug was familiar, black with a flared base and a ring to tug on it. I’d alwaysfavored black myself, but for Skylar, I’d need to invest in toys with color and jewels because my boy liked a little sparkle. I’d told him to wear my plug during his shift, as a reminder of who he belonged to.
“Where did you get these?” I asked as my fingers skirted the lace hem.
“From The Magic Shop.”
My eyes widened. “I must have missed the bottomless panties section.”
“The Owner keeps them behind a curtain. It’s called the Boom Boom Room.”
I wasn’t sure how I felt about Skylar being alone in the Boom Boom Room with the wily Owner, but I also didn’t want to overreact.
“So, this is what you’ve been spending your money on?” I asked as I pulled apart the lace to inspect his smooth cheeks. The bruises from my spanking had healed, leaving only milky white skin behind. I didn’t necessarily need the flashy adornments, though I certainly appreciated them.
“I wanted to look sexy for my Daddy.”
“And you do.” I rearranged his panties, tracing the edges where they artfully framed his plugged hole, then tugged a little on the ring. Skylar whimpered and jutted out his ass for more. “But what did I tell you about saving your money?” I said.
“I paid myself first, just like you told me.”
“That’s a good boy. You’d let Daddy fuck you right here over this barstool if I felt like it, wouldn’t you, Skylar?”
“Yes,” he said with a full-body shiver. Lord knows, I was tempted, but I didn’t want my sister to walk in on us. Or the Ministry of Health. It was bad enough I let him blow me most nights in the alleyway behind the bar where anyone might happen upon us. Skylar got off on the thrill of being caught. I got off on him.
His hole pulsed around the base of the plug, pink as a rosebud, and my cock twitched in my pants, wanting desperately to reunite with its new best friend. “I could keep you plugged and ready for me all the time,” I mused. He’d told me before, fae holes were for pleasure and breeding.
