Daddy's Rules (Boston Daddies, Book 2)

by Landon Rockwell

  "The chase?"

  He pulls a thin, chrome pen from his pocket. "Yeah, that means we can stop with the bullshit and be completely honest with each other. That non-disclosure contract is how we make it happen," he says, his eyes locked in on mine. “That's for added protection should you get the urge to run your mouth off once I'm done with you."

  I look down at the paper, this time paying more attention to the small, legalistic print. After reading through the two paragraphs several times, it's simple. Whatever happens from this point on between Ty and me, the contract states that I can't say a word. If I do, I will be in so much debt I'll spend the rest of my life trying to pay it off and still never come close. Ty will sue me to hell and back, plain and simple.

  I clear my throat. My voice is shaky as I say, "What are you going to do to me?"

  Ty steps towards me and pushes my chin up with one of his long fingers. My stomach tightens instantly, his dark, steady eyes staring right through me. My cock shifts in my pants, the type of response I had no say over. "I’m going to fuck you and make you come again and again."

  My heart starts to pound furiously. My throat is dry as a bone. I find myself holding my breath long enough to put me at risk for passing out.

  Ty Cannon wants to have sex with me?

  My dick instantly starts to grow. "You're joking, right?" I say, confident he’s going to answer my question with a hard yes.

  I can picture his response even before it leaves his lips. Of course I’m joking, he’ll say with heavy laughter. You didn’t really believe… Oh, poor, naive kid who tried to steal from me.

  But no such words escape those perfect, lush lips of his. Instead, Ty stares right through me, that beautiful mouth forming a subtle grin. His moist tongue slides out for a split second and then snaps back into his mouth. “I wouldn’t joke about something like this. You’re going to let me fuck you, and I’m going to let you go. End of story. We’ll never see each other again.”

  My heart sinks. We’ll never see each other again. His last few words sting, as ridiculous as that seems.

  My eyes glance over the contract one last time. "This is so you know you can trust me. But how do I know I can trust you?" I say, as though that’s my only question. In reality, a thousand questions are racing through my mind.

  For example, how big is his cock and can I handle all of it?

  My mind is spinning. My palms are clammy. I don't like this, and yet… something inside me feels like it's waking up from a lifelong sleep, or more like being born.

  "What exactly do you have to lose?” Ty replies.

  I glare back at him as I try to take it all in. The great Ty Cannon, a king among men, the biggest badass action hero in Hollywood, is a closeted gay man. And he needs me to keep his secret safe.

  “I still don’t think I can sign this contract,” I tell him, my voice shaking a little.

  Ty unexpectedly puts his hands on my cheeks. Heat moves down my neck and into my lower body.

  Good god, what is he doing, and why is he doing it to me?

  His nostrils flare as he soothes my cheeks with his thumb. “You can sign it, baby boy.” His voice is suddenly softer. “And you will sign it, because I told you to.”

  The way he touches me, calls me baby boy, my heart skips a beat.

  And that’s just sick, that’s all that is. I must be confused. I’ve spent the last several months of my life, since graduating from college with a degree I wanted no part of, feeling confused. So these feelings I’m having, just more of the same.

  Ty shakes his head. “Don’t fight it, baby boy. This is destiny.”

  Something about him calling me baby boy tugs at my insides. “Maybe I don’t have a destiny,” I say.

  He slides his hands down to my shoulders. I swallow hard, desperate for a sip of water.

  “You really think, out of the millions of people shuffling through the streets of Boston today with their bags of shit, you stealing from me was just some coincidence?”

  “You don’t?”

  He chuckles.

  I think about doing one of two things. Either backing up and running right the hell out of here (the smart choice), or moving forward and seeing what happens (the absolute dumbest choice imaginable).

  “So letting you make me your dirty little secret, that’s my destiny?” I say.

  Ty shakes his head. “You really are so naive, aren’t you? No, baby boy, letting me give you what you need… what you’ve wanted your whole life, that’s your destiny.”

  I swallow, breaking off from our stare. It’s too intense for me.

  Intense? Somehow that word falls way short of how I'm feeling inside right now.

  Intense I can do. Intense was getting dropped by the only person I ever loved during my senior year of college. The first man I ever opened up my heart to, all because I didn't measure up to his family’s prim and proper ways. Yeah, that was intense.

  But this? Not intense. More like the most terrifying feeling I've ever felt in my life.

  “I’m still thinking,” I laugh nervously.

  "Maybe this will help reassure you." Then he leans in and presses his soft, warm lips into mine, my breath getting trapped in the center of my chest. At first, I don't move, then I slowly open my lips to let him slide his tongue into my mouth.

  Holy shit, Ty Cannon is kissing me. And it’s fucking amazing.

  I feel like a swarm of butterflies just raided my stomach. My heart is pounding hard as I let him caress my tongue with his. Yes, he is kissing me. I'm definitely not ready to kiss him back. I have too many questions first…

  Am I dreaming? Or more importantly, is this going to turn into a nightmare?

  His kiss is incredible. Warm, soft, electric. I feel something from his kiss that I've never felt from any other kiss before. Maybe it's all the acting he does, all of the roles in which he has to kiss the leading lady.

  Hell, I'm sure he's trained to be a great kisser. He has to be in his line of work.

  But is it real? Does he actually feel something for me right now?

  He pulls his lips from my mouth, and I feel an instant aching sensation in my chest.

  "Do you trust me now?" he says.

  I lock eyes on his. "Not as much as I need to," I say. "But that was…" I stop myself before complementing his kiss.

  This has already gone too far, me telling him something he already knows about his ability to kiss like a god is only going to make this situation worse.

  "Close enough," he says. Ty’s eyes glance down at the contract in my hand. "Now sign that, so we can both resolve this issue. It's a simple agreement, nothing more."

  Of course, there's nothing simple about what is happening right now between us. If I sign this agreement, I'll be sworn to secrecy for the rest of my life. For all I know, word could still get out about him being gay and he'll automatically assume it was me who let the word slip. How does that not put me at risk?

  Even worse, how does letting this man have his way with my body not make me a complete man whore? Stealing was one thing, but whoring myself to a movie star so that he can get his rocks off, that's just low.

  And yet, my body is telling me… there's nothing I'd rather do.

  He takes a step back, and my heart aches even more. "What's it going to be, baby boy? Are you ready to take a positive step for once in your life?" he says.

  My cock stiffens more and more in my pants every time he calls me baby boy. Why, I don’t know.

  "I'll sign it," I say. "I'm trusting you, as stupid as that sounds."

  He hands me the chrome pen. "We're trusting each other. I'm putting my entire reputation on the line here," he says.

  I shake my head. "I don't really know anything about you."

  "Sign it and you’ll find out everything."

  I swallow hard and reach for the pen. My mind is screaming at me to stop, but I sign my name, and with it, my life away.

  His lips form a tight smirk. "You did the right thing, Jax. Any
way, I'm going to help you more than you're going to help me."

  My voice is shaky as I say, "How is that so? I get that you're a big shot and all, but that doesn't make me an idiot. Spare me the life lessons," I say.

  He glares back at me. I cross my arms in front of my chest, determined to make a stand. Not that I have much wiggle room here. No matter what, I owe him something.

  And the scariest thing is that I'm secretly ecstatic that I do.

  "Look at you, fooling yourself. You're actually trying to tell me that you don't need any guidance?" he says, the veins in his bicep protruding outwards.

  "I made a mistake earlier today. That was it," I say.

  "Really? You made a mistake, that was it? Then tell me, how many times have you made that same mistake before? Or are you going to tell me that I am the first victim of your fraudulent lifestyle?"

  I try to take a deep breath but my chest is too restricted right now. He's right, and I know it. And I fucking hate that he's right. "I signed the paper. I'm sorry for what I did earlier. Can I leave now?" I say, not even meaning to ask the question myself.

  I don't want to leave. And I don't want to stay. I feel trapped inside.

  "Look, this isn't easy for me either," he says stepping towards me.

  "How can this not be easy for you? You have everything you want, everything you need…"

  He shakes his head softly. "No, not everything." He rakes my body with his eyes. "Come here, Jax.”

  Sweat starts to form on my forehead. My heart is racing. I don't like being told what to do, but somehow, when it's him telling me, it doesn't feel so bad.

  "Do you like it when I call you baby boy?" he asks.

  More than you'll ever know. "I think so," I say sheepishly.

  He looks deeply into my eyes. "I know. You need someone to take care of you. Someone to show you the ropes and keep you out of trouble," he says. He steps towards me and reaches for my hand. Electricity moves up my arm and into my neck.

  I've always told myself I never needed anyone. That's how I made it this far in life. But right now, for the first time ever, I’m questioning whether I do or not.

  "You think you're the one who's going to keep me out of trouble?" I say.

  He slides his hands around my waist. I feel a huge surge of energy in between my legs. My cock starts to swell instantly. "Well, maybe you just need to start learning a new kind of trouble."

  I can barely speak. My lips tremble as I say, "What do you mean?"

  He leans forward to kiss me. His lips crash hard into mine, and he slides his tongue into my mouth. Damn, I almost forgot how good of a kisser he was. No, not good… Perfect.

  He slides his hands up my back and then pulls my shirt off. Ty Cannon, action hero sex god, bites down on his lower lip as he scans my abs and chest with his eyes. Part of me wants to run and hide, not because I don't want him looking at me, but because the intensity is so much.

  My cock is officially throbbing, and I can't stop the thought of me pulling my dick out and jerking myself off just to quell this aching sensation I'm having.

  "You have a beautiful body, Jax."

  I swallow hard. His eyes glance down at the bulge in my pants. His lips form a tight grin. "Don't be shy, Daddy's going to take really good care of you if you let him."

  Somehow, him saying he’s my daddy makes my dick even harder. The idea of him taking complete care of me, forcing me to do whatever he wants, knowing that I will be safe in that moment… my body gets washed over by a surge of energy.

  I look up and lock eyes with his. I can feel his need, his want, and I know the right thing to do would be to leave immediately. But something in my heart is telling me that this isn't just about him paying me back for earlier.

  Or maybe it is. Maybe my heart's lying to me, like it did to me before. Either way, I feel something, something I can't ignore.

  I run my hand through my bangs, pushing a stray wave of hair out of my eye. His mouth curls just a tiny bit at both ends.

  My bangs drop again, covering my eye. Ty brushes my hair away and then lifts my chin up with both of his strong, sexy hands. "You're fucking beautiful, do you know that?"

  At first, all I can do is stare back at him. He can't really mean that. He's just using me because I'm easy. He doesn't mean any of the things he’s telling me right now.

  I give a small laugh.

  “What’s so funny?” Ty asks, his gaze darkening.

  “I just don’t think of myself that way. Beautiful…” I shake my head.

  Ty presses his lips into mine. He pulls away only to say, "Well you should. And I want you to see just how beautiful you are. You're fucking gorgeous, let that be our first lesson."

  First lesson? Will there be others?

  "I don't know what to say. I-"

  He cuts me off mid-sentence, "Shhh, I'd rather you keep your mouth closed for the moment. When I’m ready, I will tell you when to open it, and what to do with it. Do you understand what Daddy is telling you right now?"

  I nod yes.

  "Good, Now we're starting to get somewhere. Your button… Undo it, now." Ty looks down at my abs, his gaze stopping at my waistline. Still in shock, I reach for the button on my jeans and undo it immediately.

  I look up, and Ty has the sexiest overbite going. "Now, take your pants off. Leave your underwear on."

  I hesitate for a split second, a deep part of me knowing how dangerous this is. But that second passes, and I find myself following his rules and stripping down to my underwear. There's no sense in me even trying to hide my erection. I'm hung pretty well down there, long and plenty thick enough. And judging from the overactive Adam's apple in his throat, I'm guessing he's more than satisfied with my package.

  "Whoa, look at you all innocent and turned on. What should I do with you?" he says.

  I start to say, "I don't-"

  "Quiet! Did I tell you to open your mouth yet?" he asks.

  I shake my head no.

  "Right, make an adjustment. Now, take down your underwear."

  My heart is racing even faster, and my stomach is even more jittery. This is some kinky shit. I can only imagine what the world would say if they knew Hollywood hero, Ty Cannon, was forcing me to do sexual favors for him. What would the world think? What would happen to his career?

  Him having me sign that nondisclosure agreement, it's all starting to make even more sense now. This would finish him off in a heartbeat.

  His hands slide down to my waist. "I'll get you started, but you need to finish the job." He sides my underwear down to the middle of my thighs, my hard dick popping straight out towards him. I shimmy my way out of my underwear and kick them over to the side. I've never stood naked in front of a man like this before.

  Just letting him watch me, and then rake his eyes across my naked flesh… I feel so embarrassed, and yet heat is filling my chest at the same time. Part of me could get used to this, but part of me wants to run and hide.

  "You’re starting to get the hang of this, baby boy. Are you ready to feel my hands on your skin?”

  Do I really have a choice?

  Of course I do. We always have a choice.

  “I think I am,” I say.

  "You are." Ty moves in close, so close that his pants occasionally press up against my bare cock. “What do you want me to do with my hands?” he says

  My chest is tightening. I release a breath I’d been holding onto without even knowing it. “I just want you to take care of me with your big hands.” I don’t even know why I said that. That's not how I normally talk.

  He shakes his head and grins. He wraps his thick fingers around my cock and starts to jerk my shaft. I bite down hard on my lower lip, desperate to hold on for dear life as he strokes me. Instantly, my cock is ready to explode.

  “I’m going to take such good care of you. Do you trust me now?” he says. jerking me off with one hand and tilting my chin up with his other.

  "Yes," I whisper, my eyes rolling back into my hea
d as I immediately start to blow my load onto my own stomach. My entire body quivers, like an earthquake just rolled through every cell in me. I've never come so fast, and so hard, in my life.

  Normally, I’d be embarrassed that I just came so quickly. But given whose hand was just wrapped tightly around my cock, it’s somewhat understandable.

  I stumble as I get dressed. I lose my balance and almost fall, but Ty is there to catch me, lifting me back to my feet effortlessly. I put my pants on, but as I go to reach for my shirt, he snatches it up first. He pulls me in towards his waist and then kisses me again. And just before he does, I notice a tiny smirk on his lips as he comes towards my mouth.

  This time, his lips are hot. Like fire. My dick hasn’t settled down a bit even though I just came only moments ago. Even worse, I find myself praying that this kiss won't end.

  But it does. He pulls his lips away from mine and I want to fucking scream. Don’t stop kissing me!

  “What do I do now? Do I just stand here, shirtless in your hotel room?”

  “Wait for my signal. In the meantime, make yourself at home. I’ll get you some room service. I have some things I need to take care. Then, I’m going to take care of you. And this time it won't just be me jerking you off.”

  He reaches down and presses his hand into my package. I gasp, completely caught off guard. He moves in fast and starts to suck on my neck. What is he doing? He can’t just keep turning me on and off at his own discretion, or can he? He leaves one last soft, warm kiss on my neck as a reminder. “Today, you are all mine. And when I’m done, you’ll know it."

  I feel a dull ache in my stomach. The truth not only hurts, it feels humiliating… I don't want this to end.

  Ty throws me a television remote. I press the power button on which triggers the sound of multiple gears turning all at once. The largest flat screen TV I've ever seen slides down from the ceiling and comes to a precise stop just above a white marble gas fireplace mantel.

  I throw on ESPN and slouch back in the softest, whitest couch my body has ever felt. This is all too much.

  Within minutes, there's a knock on the door. Ty is now on his phone, outside on the balcony, as he nods towards the door through the screen slider. I open the door, a chrome cart dressed in cream-colored linen with silver platters is staring me right in the face. A young man in a black hotel uniform smiles. "The chef wanted me to pass along… if there's anything else Mr. Cannon needs or wants, it would be an honor to accommodate him."