Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
I sucked in a breath and side-eyed him. “I’ll prove myself. All right?” As I stared into his eyes, some of my anger faded. I couldn’t explain it. I just had this strong urge to please him. More than that, my body screamed to show him I was beneath him. “I’ll show you,” I whispered pleadingly. “I’ll make you happy, son.”
“I hope so.” He kissed my cheek chastely. “Considering I’m never letting you go, I’d hate for my Daddy to end up completely useless.”
And with those words, he killed the anger. He was never letting me go, no matter how worthless of a fucktoy I was. He was keeping me.
Deep inside my mind, I saw a pathetic humiliation slut bathing in the accusations, and he’d never been happier. He was stroking his cock and agreeing—he moaned and called himself worthless. And he was ready to be the resident fuckhole to everyone here tonight.
I flushed at the embarrassment.
I was my boy’s embarrassment, and it was up to me to prove I could be more than that.
Jack excused himself to join the sadistic play with the porn piglet, right after he wished us a nice evening. As if we wouldn’t see each other for the remainder of the night. The rooftop wasn’t that big. Plus, the look in his eyes told me he’d be keeping tabs on my every move.
I drained my drink and squeezed my cock under the surface.
“It’s not nice to whisper secrets,” Noa stated. “Also, you look hella horny, Gramps.”
Too horny to respond. Actually, I wasn’t sure I was that horny, but something was definitely set to explode within me. My fuse felt extremely short as I did my best to survive the battle going on in my head. The humiliation slut crawling on the floor, telling me to misbehave and get called useless again. The angry Daddy wanting to punish-fuck his boy. The submissive… I was still getting to know him. I wasn’t sure we were on good terms, because he was the one who’d just begged Jack to let me prove myself.
Goodness, I needed help.
How did other kinksters keep their core fetishes separate? How did they combine them to find harmony? How did they cope when one fetish sent them in one direction, and another wanted something entirely different?
A hand on my thigh brought my mental chaos to an absolute standstill.
Dean.
He was facing Noa. “You seem to have a hard-on for Franklin, dear boy. Have you tried asking him to fuck you instead of provoking him?”
I blinked and stared at Dean.
KC laughed. Hard.
I couldn’t see Noa’s reaction because I was busy staring at the professor. Busy feeling his firm hand on my thigh, his fingers brushing gentle circles on my skin.
“Nothing clever to say, pup?” KC asked.
On any other day, I would’ve fixed my obsession on the young boy. He knew how to draw me in. But this man next to me was something else. He lifted a brow, silently waiting for Noa’s answer. Christ, that was an expression to submit to. I wouldn’t defy Dean for anything.
“I don’t wanna play this game anymore,” Noa huffed.
“You can go get Daddy a new drink,” KC said. “I think Franklin needs one too. Dean?”
“I won’t say no to a whiskey,” Dean agreed. Then he turned to me, and I was caught. Transfixed and caught. His eyes flashed with simmering heat and mirth. “Are you all right, Franklin?”
I, uh…
Fuck.
I cleared my throat. “Yes. Of course.” I glanced at Noa quickly. “Vodka tonic, please.” Then I was back to staring at Dean. “I’ve only ever seen him shut up like that with Master Lucian.”
He chuckled warmly. “Knowing KC, he promotes the wild brat behavior. Lucian does not.”
And neither did Dean?
“He does sometimes,” Noa mumbled on his way out of the tub.
A quick look at KC told me Dean was right. KC wanted his boy unruly. He smirked lazily and finished his drink. In the meantime, Dean’s hand slid higher up, and I needed to respond somehow. I wanted him to continue. I wouldn’t mind sucking him off.
I figured I could clue him in by removing my boxer briefs, so that’s what I did.
A round of laughter stole my attention for a moment, and I glanced over my shoulder to find a whole crowd tormenting Shay. Reese was grinning while catching everything on film. Kingsley and Beau were taking turns caning Shay’s buttocks, and River was tickling the poor boy’s feet. Only Tate seemed to sympathize with his sub friend.
Safe to say, I no longer envied Shay.
A second drink helped me gather my wits. By then, the slut named Macklin had joined us, and so had Beau. Thankfully, they were busy with KC and Noa, kissing and touching and getting tipsy.
I’d disappeared into a bubble with Dean. We’d moved closer together, and I’d decided I could listen to him forever. What a fascinating man. And it was so nice to connect with someone older than me. We didn’t banter or play games. We just talked and got to know each other, all while slowly but surely inching closer. Like when he draped his arm along the edge of the tub behind me. Or when I drew up my leg to face him better.