Fate

by E. M. Denning

  Zane threw his head back and laughed. He captured River’s mouth in a quick but rough kiss that left his boy breathless. “All the better to fuck you with, my dear.”

  “Promises, promises.”

  Zane liked seeing this side of River. It meant he was getting comfortable. Turning, Zane started the water and adjusted it to what he hoped was an acceptable temperature for River. Then he helped him down from the vanity and ushered him into the shower.

  The walk-in shower was Zane’s favorite part of the bathroom. Shower heads sprayed water at them from every angle. He watched River relax under the spray. River raked his hands through his wet hair then blinked the water drops off his eyelashes.

  “Did you want me to wash you, Daddy?”

  Zane’s cock twitched, and though he loved the thought of River’s hands all over him, today wasn’t about that. He needed to convince River that even though he had pretended to be at the club with River, there was nothing pretend about the connection they shared.

  “Not today.” Zane kissed him on the cheek and reached around to grab the shampoo. He squirted a dollop in the palm of his hand then lathered it into River’s hair. Zane like that River would smell like him.

  River stood like a good boy and let Zane wash him, raising his arms without being prompted so Zane could wash underneath and placing a hand on Zane’s shoulder to hold himself steady as Zane scrubbed the bottoms of his feet.

  To finish things off, Zane lathered a generous amount of shower gel in his hands then cupped River’s sac. River moaned, long and deep, as Zane washed him thoroughly but gently. He stroked River’s thick cock next, watching him bite his lip. It wasn’t long before River was bucking in Zane’s grasp.

  He waited until River’s eyes were wide and his cheeks were red, until his breathing came in gasps and he couldn’t stop thrusting into Zane’s grip, before he let go.

  River stared at him for a moment, water trailing down his skin in rivulets. His chest heaved, and he wore an expression of complete disbelief and absolute desire. Zane had him wrapped around his little finger. The reverse was also true.

  When Clint had hauled River over and Zane laid eyes on the freaked-out submissive, his heart had gone out to him, and Zane was starting to think he didn’t want it back. If every minute with River was as captivating as this, he’d be happy to keep him.

  River whimpered, and his fingers twitched at his sides, as though he wanted to touch his aching cock.

  “Good boy,” Zane hummed. “And good boys get rewards. I’m feeling generous. You can either wash all of Daddy, or you can bathe my cock with that pretty tongue of yours.” He knew from the hunger in River’s eyes what his decision was before he sank to his knees and stared up at Zane.

  “Please, Daddy.”

  “Go on, sweetheart. You earned it.”

  River’s green eyes fluttered shut, and he leaned in, pressing his face into Zane’s crotch. He nuzzled the base of Zane’s cock and made the sweetest little moan. Zane throbbed at the sound. River opened his mouth and peppered the base of Zane’s cock with tender kisses, and fuck, Zane had to restrain himself from grabbing River’s hair. Maybe one day, when River trusted him not to take it too far, not to hurt him. But not today. Not ever, if River didn’t want it.

  River’s lips found the head of Zane’s cock, and he took it into his mouth. Zane glanced down to see River staring up at him.

  “Holy shit, baby boy. That’s so good.” Zane hissed as River suckled the head of his cock. The tender sensation did more for him than he realized it would. Most guys wanted to impress him with their sword swallowing capabilities, but River seemed content to undo him with delicate kisses and tender flicks of his tongue.

  “Fuck, I’m already close.”

  River backed off and settled on his heels. He opened his mouth wide and watched with rapt attention as Zane jacked his cock. River’s tongue hung out of his mouth, and Zane painted it with stripes of his cum. Some landed on River’s cheek. His lips. His chin. And though the water washed it away, he couldn’t help but think he’d marked River as his.

  Zane panted, trying to catch his breath. He held a hand out to River and helped him to his feet. Pulling him close, he wrapped his arms around him and slammed their mouths together. River clung to him. At first, he sank into the kiss, then as Zane licked his way into River’s mouth, he kissed back with an intensity Zane hadn’t yet experienced from him. It was probably the constant denial of River’s needs that had him so amped up. Zane pulled away at that thought, eager to see how River reacted as the day—and the torture—went on.

  He killed the flow of water and stepped out of the shower. Unfurling a large towel, he motioned for River to come to him, and he dried him off, being extra gentle with his cock, which still stood hard and proud.

  Zane quickly toweled off then led River back into his room. “I have just the thing for you to wear.” He pulled a pair of soft pajama pants out of his dresser and slid into them. From his closet, he extracted a white, long sleeved button up. He helped River into it and buttoned it for him, leaving a button undone at the top and a few undone at the bottom. River’s cock poked out through the fabric, and Zane growled his agreement.

  “You look good enough to eat.”

  “Now you really do sound like the big bad wolf.” The playful tone to River’s voice had taken on a quieter, more demure quality. Perhaps even a little shy. They’d discussed so many things last night, what River liked and didn’t like, and according to River, he enjoyed feeling owned in ways that had nothing to do with collars and leashes. Zane’s shirt on his much smaller frame was a mark of ownership, and Zane would be a liar if he said it didn’t press all of his buttons.

  “You look like a sweet, slutty little boy with a greedy cock,” Zane said, stepping closer. River looked up at him, never down, never away. It seemed River liked watching Zane as much as he liked watching River. “Are you a slutty little boy?” Zane’s fingers slid under the loosely flowing fabric and brushed against River’s hip.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  Zane leaned down and kissed River again, this time nipping gently at his lower lip. “Let’s get you downstairs and get some food in you. You’ll need your energy if you want to be a good little boy for your Daddy today.”

  “Next time you might come in my mouth. I’d get more protein that way.”

  Zane had half a mind to flip River over his knee and give him a sharp, stinging slap to his ass for that comment, but that could wait until after he’d fed his boy a hearty breakfast. He’d need it if he was to endure all Zane had planned for him.

  Chapter Five

  Stepping into the role of Zane’s boy was perhaps the easiest and most terrifying thing River had ever done. He’d spent years tied up in knots, worried that he’d never find anyone who matched him. This all seemed like a wonderful dream, but his body hummed with pleasure he couldn’t have imagined.

  Zane—Daddy—had touched him. Teased him. Brought him to the edge last night and again this morning, and each time he left River hanging, he sank deeper into the feeling of rightness that he’d felt the moment he slid into Zane’s lap at the club.

  The man had protected him from humiliation. He’d been a complete stranger, and he owed River nothing, but he’d pretended anyway. And now River was here, letting Zane seat him at the table with a glass of orange juice and the promise of a healthy breakfast.

  Self-consciousness tried to claw at River, but he fought it back. It also helped that Zane kept glancing over at him, looking very much like a wolf eyeing his prey. The vulnerability made River tremble, and his stubborn cock wouldn’t deflate. Every time he thought his erection started to flag, he’d think about the way Zane’s hands had felt on him. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice Zane had finished preparing breakfast and sat down next to him. In front of River was a plate of bacon and scrambled eggs. Two slices of whole wheat toast, buttered, with a thin layer of jam, sat on the side of the plate.

  “You
best get eating before the eggs get cold.”

  River picked his fork up and devoured the eggs and half the bacon before he thought to thank Zane for cooking.

  Zane smiled when he thanked him, then pointed at his plate and instructed River to finish eating. River managed one slice of toast and the rest of his orange juice.

  “That was really good. Thank you.” River couldn’t remember the last time he’d had breakfast, but he kept that bit of information to himself. He had a strong feeling that Zane was the sort of doting Daddy who would scold him for that.

  Zane cleaned up the breakfast dishes and returned to River. He loomed over him, the front of his cotton pants tenting under the strain of his erection. River reached out, wanting to touch it, but he stopped and pulled his hand away. He gazed up at Zane to seek permission.

  Zane looked down at him, and the side of his mouth quirked in amusement. “You really are a good boy, aren’t you?”

  River bit his lip, a bad habit. “I want to be good for you.” The raw honesty made him shake. Rejection was a familiar feeling for River, but he had a suspicion that rejection from Zane would make all the others he’d suffered feel like a tickle.

  “You’re Daddy’s best boy.” Zane cupped River’s cheek and captured his mouth in a sweet kiss. It felt like gentle affection and restrained lust, and the longer it went on, the less restrained the lust became.

  River could scarcely believe that Zane hadn’t pinned him down and fucked him yet, and that thought sat in the back of his mind, worrying him with every minute that passed.

  Was he good enough for Zane? Was he desirable? He tried to stop the thousands of thoughts that swirled in his brain, but they wouldn’t quiet. River whimpered, and Zane stopped kissing him.

  “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

  River gripped Zane’s wrists and leaned his face into the palm of Zane’s hand. “I need you, Daddy.”

  Zane’s tender smile lifted River’s spirits a little. “Is my little boy feeling desperate?”

  River nodded. “Please, Daddy. I need to know what you feel like inside me.” His lip trembled, despite his resolve to not let it.

  “Hey.” Zane dropped to his knees in front of River so he could look him in the eyes. He cradled River’s face in his hands, and the gesture should’ve made River feel better. Instead, his chin wobbled, and he sucked in a breath to try and get his emotions under control. “What’s wrong, River? Is this too much? Talk to me, please.”

  River’s grip on Zane’s wrists tightened. “No. It’s not too much. It’s stupid. Forget it.”

  Zane’s thumbs brushed River’s cheekbones. “If it’s not too much, tell me what it is. If I don’t know, I can’t make it better.”

  “Don’t you… don’t you want me, Daddy? I’ve been so good, and I thought maybe last night we’d… and then I thought for sure this morning.”

  Zane offered River a gentle smile. “Sweetheart, Daddy had plans for you today. I was going to tease you and torment you and let you bask in that feeling of anticipation you said you like so much, but maybe that should wait until you’re more secure with me.”

  “No, Daddy, please.” River started to panic. Zane was perfect, and River was the one fucking everything up. As usual.

  Zane shushed him. “It’s alright to be nervous. That’s why you’re here with me. When little boys get nervous, they need their Daddy to reassure them and let them know everything is okay.”

  Zane kissed him again, a slow slide of lips and tongue. He eased River’s lips apart and sank into the kiss. River ached inside and out. He was both terrified and happy, scared and reassured.

  Zane scooped River up off the chair. River wrapped his legs around Zane’s waist, and found himself smiling against Zane’s mouth as they headed back toward the bedroom.

  “There’s my happy boy,” Zane cooed.

  He laid him down on the bed, and River shook with a new set of nerves. He hoped he wasn’t always this sort of emotional wreck around Zane, or he’d soon grow tired of River.

  Any negative thought he had shattered when Zane lifted River’s leg. He cradled River’s slender foot then kissed his instep and the inside of his ankle. He peppered his kisses with compliments about how sweet and perfect River was. About how amazing he made Zane feel. And when Zane mentioned fate having a hand in their meeting, River couldn’t find it in him to refute the statement.

  River trembled when Zane—when Daddy—kissed the inside of his thigh then the crease of his leg. He felt a breath of air caress his balls but nothing more. Zane reached for the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom out of the drawer. He set the condom aside and squirted a generous amount of lube on his fingers.

  “Such a pretty little hole.” His fingers traced the rim, and River closed his eyes. He felt too open, too raw, like he’d take one more look into Zane’s kind eyes and fall apart for real. Instead, he let go. He let Daddy take care of him.

  And it was magnificent.

  River had never felt so light as he did when Daddy stretched him open. He said nice things to him, too. Things that made him feel almost as good as the fingers that gently probed his ass.

  Then Daddy was over top of him, kissing him with a ferocity River hadn’t ever felt before. He kissed River like he was necessary to breathe and fingered River like he was a treasure he wanted to protect, not a hole he wanted to fuck.

  “Daddy wants to fuck you now. Are you ready for me, baby?

  “Yes, please, Daddy. I need you. Need you in me.”

  When Zane sat up to roll a condom over his cock, River reached for the buttons of his shirt. To his surprise, Zane tutted again, and River stopped what he was doing.

  “Daddy likes you in his shirt. You smell like my shampoo. You’re wearing my shirt.” Zane lined his cock up with River’s entrance and gripped River’s hip as he started to ease inside. “You smell like you’re mine. You look like you’re mine. And if you want to, you can be mine.”

  He slid inside, and River shut his eyes and threw himself into the sensation. The slight burn and sting of being filled so completely buzzed hot through his body, setting him on fire. Zane started off at a slow pace, easing in and out like a lazy tide, but River didn’t want calm. He wanted the storm.

  “Please, Daddy.”

  Zane licked at the shell of River’s ear, making him shiver.

  “Please fuck me. Use me. Make me… make me yours.”

  Zane kissed him so hard River thought his lips might actually bruise, and Zane’s cock thrust inside River so hard, so fast, that River felt it shoot through his whole body at once. He clung to Zane, panting into his kisses, begging without words. Able to do nothing more than whimper, River wriggled. He wrapped his legs around Zane’s waist and planted his heels into Zane’s ass, pressing down to urge him on.

  He wanted to ache when Daddy was done with him. And one day, he wanted to ache and ooze his Daddy’s cum from his puffy red hole. Maybe Daddy would kiss it better when he was done. That’s what good Daddies did.

  River came without permission, the fantasy and the reality too much for him. Zane came too, after a few additional thrusts. He buried his face in River’s neck and told him what a good boy he was.

  And River, of course, burst into tears.

  Zane brushed them away. He didn’t ask why River was crying. Maybe he knew that River didn’t have the ability to articulate it just yet. He eased out of River and discarded the condom then cradled River against him, petting his hair and rocking him slightly.

  It took a few minutes, but River was finally able to get himself under control.

  “I don’t know why I did that,” River managed to say with a slightly ruined voice.

  Zane kissed the top of River’s head. “Sometimes we just need to cry. I’m glad I was able to be there for you, sweetheart.” Zane kissed him again, and River relaxed. He closed his eyes and let Zane pamper him and hold him.

  After a few minutes of quiet, River found the courage to ask, “Daddy? Did
you mean what you said… about fate?”

  “I did.” Zane held him tighter.

  “I think maybe… maybe fate knew what she was doing.”

  “I think so too, baby.”

  “Daddy?”

  “Yes?”

  If River was destined to spend his life with this man, they had to start somewhere. “What’s your last name?”

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