Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 57237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“The fantasies came a while after,” he admitted quietly. “I don’t feel younger or anything—I’ve read some Littles do that…but I like letting go of all the adult shit and just…I don’t know.”
“Just being little,” I murmured.
He nodded.
I let out a breath and squeezed him to me.
“What about you? Have you been a Daddy Dom for long?”
Damn. Merely hearing the word Daddy fall from his lips…
“I wanna say about fifteen years…?” I scratched my chin and tried to remember. BDSM hadn’t been as easy to find back then. “But you know how it is. With what we do, having a passion or hobby doesn’t mean we have a lot of experience with it. Deployments ruled out proper relationships from the beginning.”
He hummed and pressed his lips to my neck.
I smiled when he licked my skin and suckled softly at me.
No, time to see his eyes again. I rolled half on top of him and growled playfully against his cheek. It earned me the sweetest sound of his laughter, which soon morphed into a gasp as I slipped a hand under his towel and cupped his cock.
“A heads-up next time, Payne,” he moaned. “Fuck—yeah. More.”
But I stopped. I nipped at his bottom lip, not wanting to hear my last name one more time. Not from him. Not like that.
“You don’t have to call me Daddy, but at least use my first name.” I kissed his cheek and felt weirdly exposed myself. “It’s Emerson or Em.” The latter was only used by family, but evidently, I was sufficiently hooked.
He peered up at me and brushed his fingers over the scruff on my jaw. “Do you want me to call you Daddy…?”
I couldn’t lie. Plus, he’d been so honest with me.
“I do. But it’s ridiculously fast,” I murmured. “It’s not a term I throw around like a common nickname.”
A soft smile tugged at his lips. “Tell me I’m different from everybody else.”
Oh. Oh, I could do more than that. He was feeling a bit possessive, huh? I didn’t mind that one fucking bit.
Covering his body with my own, I cupped his cheek and kissed him languidly. “In my head, you’ve already agreed to sleep in my bed every night till the day you insist on going off on your own to risk your life. How’s that for different, baby boy?”
“Oh my God,” he breathed. He swallowed hard and wriggled his hands between us, and then he was pulling away his towel and trying to undo my shorts. “Off,” he whined. “I can’t be a good boy for my Daddy if he’s wearing clothes.”
I grabbed his jaw tightly as a rush of carnal desire shot through me. At the same time, I felt something akin to what it was like to hear locks slamming into place in a metal door. Sealing the deal, deciding my future, chaining Danny to my side, because that’s clearly where he had to be. Not that I’d get my way for very long. I had no doubt Danny would soar once he’d mended his wings.
“Say that again,” I commanded quietly.
Lust and need swam in his eyes, and he managed to unbutton my shorts and unzip me. “This isn’t new to me.” He made a cute grunting noise and pushed down my shorts farther, until he could help out with his feet. “I’ve fantasized about you countless times…even after I figured out what I was into. You were Daddy then too. Every time I fucked myself on a dildo, it was your cock. Daddy’s cock.”
I closed my eyes and drew a deep breath, letting a wave of possessiveness wash over me. I threw aside his towel, and I kicked off my shorts completely.
“Take me, Daddy,” he whispered. “Please?”
I shuddered and soaked up his attention. His fingers scratching my scruff, his soft lips on my jaw, his feet sliding up my calves.
I swallowed dryly and forced myself to think about safety for one beat. “Do we have anything to worry about?”
He shook his head. “Not from me. You?”
I shook my head too.
I dipped down and kissed him, teasing his tongue with mine, and I went willingly when he nudged me back. I felt heavier, as if I couldn’t support my own weight, but maybe that was the gravity of the moment. I wanted this boy so fucking much that I didn’t know how to process what’d just happened. How he’d just ruined me. How that was even possible, I didn’t know.
Something had definitely tied me to him, though.
The day he walked out was going to hurt.
When my head hit the pillow, Danny crawled over me and kissed his way down my chest. He raked his blunt fingernails through my chest hair and whispered how sexy I was, how badly he wanted me to be his Daddy, and that he wanted to be the only boy in my bed.