Good Boy (Trying Kink Serial Book 2)

by CS Joyce

  I grinned as she stared off in thought. “Trust you, Charlene, to be lusting after a gay man one second and then dreaming about a girl the next.”

  “Not just any girl, a baby girl. I’m a lover of all. You know that.” She winked at me. “Okay, back to you. You just need to look it up, get some info and then ask him some questions.”

  “Sonny’s not that chatty.” It was true. I barely knew anything about him.

  “Well tough. He can’t be expecting you to enter into some kinky arrangement without discussing it first. Boundaries, safe words, hard and soft limits. Punishments. You need to communicate...Oh god.”

  “What?”

  Charlene shook her head. “I just reminded myself of my therapist. She’s always banging on about communication.”

  She had a point. Sonny had sort of caught me off guard with this whole Daddy think. I wasn’t naïve but I was only eighteen. And he was way more experienced. Then again, Charlene seemed to know way more about this too.

  “How do you know so much about Daddy kink?”

  She pulled a lollipop from her leather satchel and shoved it into her mouth, shrugging. “You’d be surprised the things I know.”

  The slam of the metal door alerted me to the fact that Mick was back.

  I jumped up in a panic. “Shit, pretend you...eh...”

  Charlene grinned, pulling her red lipstick from her jeans pocket and expertly gliding it across her lips before sucking the lollipop back in. “Don’t worry about it. I got this.”

  She did have it, in fairness. One look at her—hips swaying, sucking on the lolly as she passed by Mick with a ‘see ya’—and he was smiling from ear to ear.

  Mick gave me an appreciative look and nodded. “Nice. She’s way out of your league, kid. Now get the hell back to work.”

  I grinned, not bothering to correct him on his assumption and returned to the pile of bolts and washers I was still sorting through. Charlene was right. If I couldn’t be a little wild and rebellious now, then when?

  I pulled my phone from my pocket, making sure to keep out of Mick’s sight.

  Me: Hey Sonny. Your friend dropped in a helmet for you.

  I expected to wait for a reply, but the phone beeped immediately.

  Thor: You met Rick then?

  That fucker. Had he arranged it?

  Me: Yeah, I did. He’s kinda cute. I can see why you like him.

  Ha take that.

  Thor: Oh, is he now? I’ll let him know you said that. And I don’t like him like that. We just do scenes together.

  Scenes?

  Me: Will I leave the helmet here for you?

  Thor: I don’t have time to stop in. Any chance you could do me a favour, kiddo?

  I swallowed down the lump in my throat. I’d do anything for him. Anything.

  Me: Sure. What do you need?

  Thor: Well, isn’t that a loaded question? I need a lot of things, but for now can you take the helmet home and I’ll get it off you later.

  Take it home with me? How was he going to get it later?

  Me: Yep. I can do that.

  Then a moment of cheekiness bubbled up.

  Me: I can do a lot of things.

  Thor: Oh yeah? Show me. Show Daddy.

  There was something about those words: ‘Show Daddy’. I was a smart kid, but damn, right now I’d do whatever it took to please him. And it terrified me that I was willing to do this for a man I barely knew.

  My mind raced, trying to think about what I needed to do. How did he expect me to show him? And then I had an idea. A really dirty one. But, fuck it. I was going down a path of discovery and there was no point turning back now.

  Me: I will. Lunchtime.

  I stuffed my phone in my pocket and focused back on work. Okay, that’s a complete lie. I couldn’t focus on anything other than thoughts of Sonny. But I stared at the large drawer of bolts and pretended to be sorting them while I thought about what was happening between us.

  I wasn’t so naïve as to not know that I was messing around with something that could have bad consequences. But I didn’t give a damn.

  Years of feeling trapped and stifled at home had made me frustrated and scared. For the first time, ever, I felt free. Being cautious and taking my time could wait.

  I just wanted some no-strings, kinky fun.

  Rising Star

  Okay, how do I do this...

  I stood there for a second, wondering how I’d make this sexy. The light in my bedroom was too dark with the curtains pulled close. That wouldn’t do at all.

  I grabbed my old lava lamp (don’t judge me, it was a phase) and set it up on my desk. Then I had to wait the ten minutes for the green and blue gloopy liquid to start swirling.

  I’d had lunch at the garage all week, but today I’d raced home. My mom spent every Friday volunteering with her church group and my stepdad was at work. It was just me and my camera.

  Seeing that the lamp was now glowing nicely, I turned to face the light, balancing the phone upright on my desk. Then hooking my thumbs into the waistband of both my pants and briefs at the same time, I slid them down.

  I was so hard, just at the thought of doing this. The excitement was incredible. I stroked myself a few times, urging myself to relax. This is normal. Perfectly normal.

  Reaching forward I turned on the phone’s camera, sliding for the video, and pressed play.

  Yeah, this part isn’t normal.

  But, damn, it was exciting.

  Several long, slow strokes and I was beginning to get into the flow. I gazed down at the screen and smiled in surprise. The camera was focused on my stomach down to my thighs. In the dark room, the lamp light cast a dancing shadow across my body, and I looked...fuck, I looked good. Sexy almost.

  Almost.

  I chewed my bottom lip, imagining what Sonny wold think when I sent him this. I pictured him, undoing his own zip, sliding his hands down his pants and grabbing his cock. Watching me.

  A moan escaped and I smacked my lips together, surprised by how incredibly turned on I was by the thought of Sonny watching me. I continued to stroke myself, pausing to slide my thumb over my slit, now moist and I slid it along my length, quickening the pace.

  My breath seemed louder than normal, as I pumped my fist faster and faster, my balls tingling in anticipation. Thoughts of Sonny danced in my mind. How he’d looked at me as I’d knelt before him, the feeling of his hands gripping my hair, tight. How he’d moaned as I’d sucked him.

  I chewed my lip, letting my head fall back, as the pleasure started to rise. A torrent of heat and electricity arced through my body. Sonny’s lips had been the best part of the whole encounter; I really was obsessed with his lips.

  They’d been so soft against mine. So smooth and perfect. He’d kissed me like no one ever had before. It had floored me and just thinking of it now was pushing me up to the brim of pleasure.

  I panted, and the sound of my hand jerking myself off filled the room. Then I felt a strange aching deep inside; an ache to be filled. It startled me and my cock felt extra sensitive.

  As I imagined what it might be like to have Sonny thrusting deep inside of me, I clenched tight.

  That was enough to send me over the edge, and I gasped as my orgasm tore through me, flooding each nerve ending until I wanted to laugh and cry and sing.

  As I drifted back down from my high, I blinked, and my mouth gaped open as I stared at the phone on my desk. The tiny red light blinked on the screen, which was now dripping in creamy cum. My cum. Splattered and sticky all over it.

  My eyes widened, and then I burst out laughing, unable to hold it in. Holy shit. I could only imagine what that would look like from Sonny’s perspective.

  I grabbed a t-shirt from my hamper, and tried to wipe the screen off, only smearing it further and I giggled. It was so dirty and wrong, and I fucking loved it.

  As much as I wanted to watch what I’d just recorded, I knew I didn’t want to give myself a chance to back out.

&nbs
p; Me: You want me to show you?

  Thor: Yes. Be a good boy and show me.

  Me: I’m always a good boy. I made this for you.

  Me: Daddy.

  I swear my fingers were trembling as I hit send on the link. What was I doing? A wave of panic coursed through my body and my breath rattled out of me. Was this how people ended up on Crime Watch? Was I going to be abducted, sold into sex slavery, murdered? I’d taken a video of myself masturbating and actually sent it to another man. Fuck. Oh fuck.

  I breathed deeply and paced around my bedroom before heading into my bathroom to clean up. I stared at my reflection: the smooth skin, dusted with freckles. My bow lips and soft jaw, the way my eyelashes curled up...it all looked okay for once. I was okay. I was, dare I say it, pretty.

  But something else was different. It was though a different boy was staring back at me. One with experience in his eyes and a fire in his stomach. That boy knew things, tried things and wasn’t afraid.

  That confident boy was really me.

  And Sonny was the reason.

  ***

  In the space of twenty-four hours I’d done so much out of my comfort zone that I was beginning to wonder what zone I was even in anymore.

  I’d sent the video to Sonny and headed back to the garage for the afternoon. I waited for a reply. And waited. And waited some more.

  Until finally, it became clear he wasn’t going to reply.

  Dammit. Had I fucked up? Was that not what he’d wanted? That voice in my head was having a field day telling me what a fool I was. Now a guy I barely knew had a video of me masturbating that he could do anything with. See, I really hadn’t listened to all those web-safety warnings in school.

  But it was too late; I’d sent it and now. After finishing the rest of my work-day cleaning oil covered tools, I was more concerned with trying to figure out how to explain the reason I had a motorcycle helmet in my hand. One look at that and my stepdad would be down on me like the prick he was.

  I waited outside my front door and I listened for another minute, making sure I could hear the TV and then eased the door open, creeping into the hall and closing the door over slowly.

  “You’re early.”

  I jumped, my hand catching in the lock and pinching the skin on my knuckle as I banged my knee off the helmet.

  Ah here, why do I even bother?

  “Mick sent me home early, since it’s a Friday and all,” I said nervously.

  He was glaring at me, and his eyes darkened as he spied the motorcycle helmet. Right, I was going to try beat him to it, for once.

  “The guy I worked with asked me to take this home for him. He’s a professional racer. Fixes up bikes. His work is unreal. I’ve been learning a lot. He’s the one that’s really getting me interested in mechanics.”

  My stepdad looked confused, as though he wasn’t sure what to say now and then to my total surprise mumbled out a reply.

  “Well leave it somewhere safe then. Go out and cut that grass like I told ya this morning.”

  I nodded, slightly taken aback that I’d avoiding a bollicking. Maybe there was something to this taking a stance thing after all?

  I raced upstairs, changed into shorts and an old t-shirt and padded back down to the kitchen. Mom was stirring salt into a casserole pot and I caught her by surprise when I leaned in and gave her a hug before grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl.

  “Oh, you seem in good spirits.”

  “Yep. I had a good day in work. Really enjoying it.” And the lunchtime wanks.

  She beamed at me. “That’s good. Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes.”

  I nodded and saluted her as I went out the back. “I’ll be finished by then. Love you mom.”

  That was probably too much, because she went wide eyed and then fumbled with some bowls and spoons as she waved me outside. We never did the ‘I love you’ thing in my family. But today, I was feeling brave. Like a newly evolved version of myself. And I wanted her to know someone loved her.

  The grass wasn’t that long, and I flew through the garden in perfect lines, just like how my stepdad demanded. I hauled the grass box over to the far corner of the garden and emptied the grass out into the compost pit. Then cleaned off the lawnmower and wiped the sweat from my brow.

  It was seriously hot, the evening sun warmer than usual for this time of year and I pulled my t-shirt off and grinned at how green my fingers were. I should have worn gloves; the grass stain would be a nightmare to get off.

  The thought of a nice ice-cold drink had me making a beeline toward the back door and I kicked off my boots, before I strolled into the kitchen and ground to a stop.

  “Tshuah...fwat...” Yup, those are the words I used. Well, clearly not words. Sounds. Yes, those were the sounds of a fucking imbecile.

  I stared at the kitchen table, shirtless, green tinged and sweating as Sonny sat at the far end opposite my stepdad.

  Sonny was here.

  In my kitchen.

  With my family.

  The man who had a video of me wanking.

  Now, dear lord. Now is the time to prove your might by flattening the house. Or just me. I’ll even settle for a lightning strike. Anything. Just fucking help me.

  “Ali, go wash up. Quickly,” mom urged, looking at me with mild horror. Sonny was licking his lips, watching me. I could almost feel his eyes burning a trail along my torso as stared.

  This was the first time he was seeing me shirtless and it would have been hot if, you know, it hadn’t been in my kitchen with my mom and stepdad. Ugh.

  After racing upstairs, I tossed my room around trying to find where I’d left my phone.

  Me: What are you doing here? OMG, my dad is not ok with visitors. At all.

  Thor: Relax. I’m liberating you.

  Me: How?

  Thor: Don’t worry about how. Trust me.

  I’d stared at that last message for a while, and almost considered faking a fall down the stairs. Or my death. Anything really, to avoid the fact that my obsession was chatting politely at the dinner table.

  Changing as fast as I could, I trudged back into the kitchen praying this wasn’t going to be the disaster I was anticipating.

  I slunk into the seat across from my mom and glanced back and forth between both ends of the table. Sonny and my stepdad were deep in conversation. Like, really deep. So deep I was struggling to keep up.

  “And what sort of speeds?”

  “Bout 220, 240 tops,” Sonny replied.

  “Must be a lot of tyre burn.”

  “Crazy. Pit crew have their hands full with this one.”

  “Any pictures?”

  Sonny nodded, pulling his phone out and then scrolling before passing it over to my stepdad. I winced; god only knew what was on his phone.

  And then I remembered again what actually was on Sonny’s phone; my video. The one of me masturbating and painting the camera in cum.

  “Tea,” I shouted, jumping up and banging my knee off the leg of the table. “I’ll make tea.”

  “Sit down,” my stepdad barked, and I slid back into my seat and looked down at my hands.

  Seriously, God. Like, what are you busy doing? Can you not spare two minutes to rescue me from this fucked up situation?

  “Nice. She’s a beaut. Love that shade of red.”

  “Thanks. She’s my baby. The next race will be my first one riding her. I’m hoping to clock in ahead of my stats. Then Sunday is just a friendly. Still important to take part.”

  “That’ll stand to you.”

  I was lost. What were the even talking about?

  “Ali.”

  I jumped at my stepdad’s voice and blinked to attention.

  “Yup. What? I mean, yes?”

  His eyes narrowed and then he nodded over toward Sonny. “Your friend has been telling us that you’ve taken a keen interest in the bikes he’s been fixing. Says you’ve a natural talent. Ya didn’t tell us you were fixing bikes up?”

  I blinked an
d smiled a little. I hadn’t touched a god damn engine or machine since I’d started working there. But clearly Sonny had told them otherwise.

  “Yeah, they’re interesting. Been doing lots of work on them.”

  I could see Sonny smirk and it made me jiggle in my seat with nerves.

  “About time you’re doing something normal. I’ve been telling him that for years, not to be wasting time with his books and that airy-fairy shite. Good on ya for getting him interested in a real man’s work.”

  Sonny nodded intently and then his lips, oh those gorgeous lips, curved into a mischievous smile.

  “Don’t you worry sir. Your son is far more into manly stuff than you think.”

  I coughed at Sonny’s words.

  Anytime time now, God. Whenever you’re ready. Roof-tornado-flood...anything you got. Come on.

  The timer on the oven went off, and my mom sat up and turned to Sonny. “Casserole’s ready. You’ll stay for dinner, Thorsson?”

  “No thanks. I’d love to but I’ve still some work to do on the bike. I’ll just grab my helmet and be on my way.”

  Relief washed over me and I stumbled to my feet, hitting the table clumsily and eager to get out of there. “I’ll grab it.”

  I was nearly at the door when Sonny’s voice caused me to stop.

  “Actually, I’m wondering if I might borrow Ali for a few hours tomorrow. One of my crew is down with the flu and I could do with someone who knows how to handle my machine. I can’t let just anyone put their hands on it. Your son has proven he’s well capable of taking care of business. He’s got magic hands.”

  There was a loud bang, and my mother screamed. “Oh my, would you look at that. A bird just flew into the kitchen window. Did you see that?”

  I cast my eyes up to heaven and shook my head. A bird? That’s the best you could do. I ask for a tornado and you give me a bird. Cheers.

  I froze as my stepdad stood up and looked at me before turning back to Sonny.