I scoff. This is hardly suffering. I’ve made plenty of people suffer in my day, so I know what suffering looks like, and I’ve faced my own suffering in the past.
“Daddy?” a sleepy voice asks as he looks up at me.
“Hey, rabbit,” I whisper. “Are you having a good breakfast?”
“So good.”
“Looks like it,” I tease.
His eyes widen as he looks down at himself. I can tell he’s about to panic, so I lower my voice and purr. “I love the feel of your hard little dick against me.”
“You…you do?”
“It’s just the cutest thing ever. I’d love to get it in my mouth.” He shivers. “I bet I could swallow the whole thing.”
“It is kinda cute,” he answers shyly. “Most guys don’t suck me. I’m more of a hole to be used.”
“Idiots. I bet you taste delicious everywhere.” My hand slides down his torso to his slim hips. “Can you feed from the other side for me? I’m feeling lopsided.”
He chuckles and lets me help him to my other nipple.
“I don’t want to rush you, but if you ever want anything from me, just ask me. I’m here when you’re ready, and if you’re never ready, I’ll just whack off a lot.”
He laughs now and tucks himself into my side.
“I feel like I’m getting there. I really want you, but I’m still worried, and maybe I have some performance anxiety.” He looks down at his now soft dick and laughs again when he sees my still hard dick. “Looks like you don’t have that issue.”
“What can I say? You’re so sexy, I’ll be hard enough for the both of us.”
“That’s not how it works, Daddy.” He chuckles, and I shush him.
“Don’t question Daddy. Now get to work.” I tease his mouth along my nipple, and he licks it like a kitten would. “And now you’re teasing me?” He smiles and finally latches. “Good boy.”
“Hey, pixie,” Brendan says when Rory answers his call.
“Hey. How are you?”
“I noticed you didn’t go home last night.” Brendan’s fishing, but it’s gentle. “Where did you sleep last night?”
“Lex took me back to his mobster mansion. This place is huge! It even has a pool!” Brendan tries to interrupt him, and Rorydeflects brilliantly. “And the chef, Cece, is amazing. She made roast chicken for dinner with the fluffiest mashed potatoes ever and fancy tacos for lunch.”
“That sounds so good. All the church ladies have been bringing over casseroles.” He gags, and Rory laughs.
“Gross. Tuna?” His nose crinkles adorably.
“And mushrooms.” Rory shivers dramatically. “Thankfully, there’s been plenty of bars too.”
“The ones with the butterscotch chips?” Rory asks excitedly, and I make a mental note to look up what kind of dessert that is.
“Of course.”
“How’s Mom?”
“She’s sleeping a lot right now, but she’ll be fine.”
“Good.”
“And speaking of sleeping, where did you sleep last night?”
