I schooled my expression. “Okay. Look, I just didn’t know what to say before. I mean, everyone’s lonely.”
“No, they’re not. Most people have friends and family and a life! Most people don’t live where they work with only a few fish for company.” Nick crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the far wall, back rigid where he sat on the edge of the bed.
“If you don’t like living where you are, move out,” I said.
“I’m not moving out. It’s a nice place with an awesome view, and Cane and Tony are being really great letting me live there—didn’t we just go through this? Sooner or later there will be more residents. I just…” he trailed off before angrily wiping at his eyes. “I just…” he made an aggravated noise and threw his hands in the air. “Fuck!”
“Whoa.” I sat up. He’d gone from mildly frustrated to freaked out in a matter of seconds. I took his hands in mine. He tried to yank them away, but I wouldn’t let him.
“Don’t tell me to calm down. I don’t want to fucking calm down.” Tears streamed down Nick’s face.
“What’s wrong?” I tugged him forward and into my lap despite his struggle not to let me, and that pissed him off even more.
“Let me go!” Nick stared at me angrily. I felt a little guilty for making light of things and was trying to figure out how to put the situation into reverse when he managed to weasel one hand out of my grip and pinch me hard on the arm.
“Ouch!” I let go of him. “That fucking hurt!”
Nick sat half on my lap half off, breathing hard and looking sexier than hell.
I grabbed his jaw between my fingers. “Do not pinch me, understand?” I said roughly.
He jerked out of my hold, blue eyes snapping at me. “I don’t have to do what you say.”
It was so clearly a dare, and suddenly my brain caught up with things.
“Over my knee, boy.”
Nick’s lips parted as though to refuse, but I gave him a hard look that said I meant business, and I could see the thoughts swimming behind his eyes. He had a decision to make, and I felt the import of it slamming into me. The next few seconds would tell whether we went ahead with whatever it was we were doing or gave up.
Nick reminded me of the wild horses I’d seen on a trip to the western rangelands of Brazil the one time I’d returned to the country as an adult—fierce, free, ready to bolt, but longing for a firm hand.
I kept my gaze unwavering, and when he obediently lay across my lap, I felt the tension drain out of me. Nick was handing over control to me, and it occurred to me that something inside him must feel very out of control for him to need it so much. And that he had to trust me to put himself in my hands like he was.
“Jeans and underwear down,” I said.
Nick grumbled as he obeyed. The sight of his pale ass got me hard, but I put my lust aside. I was going to give him what he was asking for.
Reaching underneath his body, I took Nick’s hardening cock, ignoring the gasp that escaped his lips at my touch, and tucked it between my jeans-clad thighs.
“Since this is your second spanking in a matter of days, I’m upping the count to twenty.” As I spoke, I brushed my thumb along the crack of his ass, watching with hungry eyes as a shiver ran down his back. “You yelled at me and pinched me, boy. That’s unacceptable. And now, Daddy’s going to teach you a lesson.”
Nick’s breathing sped up as I spoke.
“What do you say, boy?”
“I’m ready for my punishment, Daddy.” He still sounded sullen, but he wasn’t fighting it.
“Count,” I said before bringing my hand down, hard.
Nick yelped, obviously not expecting such strength on the first blow. His butt cheek jiggled and reddened.
“One,” he said loudly, almost obstinately.
He’s such a little spitfire.
I gave an equally hard slap to the right cheek, popping it from beneath so I could watch it quiver.
“Two,” Nick said just as angrily.
But by the tenth hard strike, his voice quavered. Between watching his round ass take my hits and having his hard dick pinned inside my thighs, I was about to bust both my nuts. I gave him another good spank, and he squeaked.
“Eleven!”
I smacked again, wishing I could adjust myself.
“Twelve!” He swallowed and panted hard, face buried in his arms on the bed.
I delivered the last eight slaps with vigor then ran my fingers through his soft, dark hair, murmuring, “Good boy” until all the tension ran out of him like water down a drain.
I let my fingers wander over the reddened marks I’d made.
“I like seeing my hand prints on your skin. I’ve tried a lot of things in my life—BDSM included—but there’s nothing like a good spanking. Daddy took care of you, didn’t he? You feel better.”
Nick whimpered and humped my legs.
I chuckled. “My boy deserves a treat after he was so good for his spanking.” I nudged him. “Up. Jeans and underwear completely off.” I watched as Nick obeyed without argument, his eager cock standing away from his body. I leaned back so my head was on the pillow and urged him to straddle my chest.
I reached for the lube in the drawer next to the bed, and Nick watched with wet, lust-filled eyes as I slicked up my index finger and brought it around to his ass. As I opened my mouth to take in his hard dick, I slowly slid my wet finger inside his pucker, searching for the spongy bud that would send him through the roof. When I found it, Nick cried out and almost choked me with his cock.
“Sorry,” he murmured, but I winked at him and kept sucking. Soon, he was rocking between my finger and my mouth, pulling my hair as he babbled nonsense. His whimpers and cries had the front of my jeans wet, and I wished I’d taken the time to free my cock before I’d started.
“Je-o,” Nick wailed, obviously close. I let him slip from my lips and licked and sucked the head of his cock, edging him. “No, no. Please. Please. Let me come.”
I turned my eyes up to him, my breath falling on his slick cockhead.
Beautiful blue eyes met mine. “Please, Daddy.”
How could I resist that? Taking his cock all the way to the back of my throat, I swallowed repeatedly, finger assaulting his prostate at the same time, until he shot off with a loud cry.
Lust surged through me, and I thrust Nick aside and got to my knees. Rummaging through the drawer again, I found what I was looking for.
“Gonna tie up your pretty dick, boy, while I fuck you nice and slow.” I made short work of getting the cock ring on him.
Resting Nick’s right leg on my shoulder, I pushed inside him, and he was so relaxed, he took me only a wince.
“Like that, boy? Like feeling me inside you?” After spanking him and then watching him come apart, my body thrummed with lust. “Your little hole likes Daddy’s dick.”
“Yeah, Daddy. Feels so good,” Nick said, closing his eyes and smiling, a far cry from the angry young man of a little while ago.
I fucked him hard and fast, headboard knocking the wall, until I came with a strangled shout.
“God, I’m going to be fired,” I said into his neck when I’d collapsed beside him.
Nick just laughed.
CHAPTER NINE
Nick
“I just want to make sure you know what you’re doing.”
I finished chewing my cinnamon bagel. Tony’s heart was in the right place, but I wished he’d stop acting like a mother hen.
“Weren’t you the one who said not too long ago I should give Jeo a chance?” I asked. “That he’s one of your best friends and a good person?”
Tony looked down into his cup of coffee. “Yeah, but—”
“No. You said it and meant it. So, cut it out.”
Tony shook his head, the breeze blowing his blond waves into his eyes. We were sitting on a bench a block from Winters Corporation, enjoying the early morning sun. People passed by, rudely jostling one another; cars honked loudly; taxi drivers
shouted obscenities—just a regular day in the city.
“I’m afraid I was wrong. I don’t want you to get hurt,” Tony finally said, adding, “That smile on your face tells me how hard you’ve fallen for him.”
“Please,” I said with a sigh. “Jeo wanted to try this, so we’re trying it. Sure, I argued with myself at first, but you know what?”
Tony stared at me, waiting, and I grinned.
“We’re having a good time. You were right—Jeo is a fun guy. Who knew?” I took a bite of bagel. “Plus,” I said through my mouthful, “he’s great in bed.”
Tony rolled his eyes. “He ought to be. He’s had enough practice.”
“We’re exclusive, so don’t worry. I’ve seen his papers, and he’s seen mine. If he gets the urge to be with other people, that’s when it ends. We agreed.”
During a walk through Central Park the day before, I’d told him I wanted to make absolutely certain there was no one else and there wouldn’t be until he told me he wanted otherwise. Jeo had assured me yet again that we were monogamous, and the look in his eyes had made me realize I’d hurt his feelings by questioning him on it again. So, I let it go.
“And he’s a good…Daddy?” Tony asked skeptically.
I shoved his shoulder. “You’re the one who sent me that video!”
“Yeah, but that was a filmed scene. I mean, I hoped he could be what you wanted, but now I’m afraid I pushed you into something that’s going to hurt you when it ends.”
“What am I, ten?” I wiped my fingers on a napkin and stuffed it into the empty bag.
“God, I hope not, or we have another problem,” Tony joked.
“Stop talking and start eating. The boss will be mad if we’re late, and you’ll have to take it over his desk again.”
Tony smirked. “I don’t see the problem.”
We both laughed.
Fifteen minutes later, as we entered the building, my phone rang. Tony stopped to talk to Jay, the receptionist and new head of security, and I continued walking, debating a moment before answering when I saw the name on the screen.
“Nick, you are very difficult to get ahold of.” My cousin Julianne sounded annoyed. Judging from the argument her kids were having in the background, I could understand why.
“Really? You’ve been trying to get ahold of me?” I asked innocently.
“Don’t act like you haven’t been ignoring my calls,” she said. “Grandma’s birthday is Saturday. Are you going to be there?”
“Of course,” I said, stomach knotting a little. I stood at the elevator waiting for Tony, but he was taking forever. I stepped back to lean against the wall.
“Okay, I just wanted to make sure. You know she’d understand if you decided not to.”
“We’ve been through this,” I said. “Every single year, in fact. I’m not missing my grandmother’s birthday because of my asshole father.”
“And you won’t pass up the opportunity to stick it to him, either,” Julianne added a little sourly.
“Right. So, give me the details.”
“This Saturday at two.”
“Morris’ house?”
“Yep.”
“Okay. I’ll be there.”
“You know you can come without making a scene,” Julianne said.
“What fun would that be?” I asked, and disconnected.
Tony joined me and pressed the button for the elevator. “You didn’t have to wait for me.”
“I was talking to my cousin.” And there was no way I was going to ride the elevator alone. Too small and tight.
“Julianne?”
I nodded. “My grandmother’s birthday party’s this Saturday.”
Tony glanced at me. “That sounds fun.”
“Not really. My father will be there.”
“You two don’t get along,” Tony guessed.
“That’s putting it mildly.”
“Want me to go with you?” Tony asked, and I looked at him in surprise.
“Oh, my God, you’d do that?” When Tony nodded, I hugged him hard. “No. I would never put you through that, but thank you.”
Tony laughed. “That bad?”
“Worse.”
“Take Jeo. He loves an uncomfortable situation.”
The idea wasn’t a bad one.
“I just might do that,” I said.
****
“What are you doing this Saturday?” I asked Jeo that night when he called me.
“I have to work in the morning, but I’ll be free around noon. Got something in mind?”
I cleared my throat. “Not anything fun, I’ll say that ahead of time. Every year we have a birthday party for my grandmother. I always go, even though my dad will be there and I hate him.”
“And you want me to go with you?” Jeo asked, sounding amused.
“You don’t have to. Royce never would.”
“How come?”
“Because he knew it would be uncomfortable and tense. He hated situations like that,” I said.
“Lucky for you, I’m not Royce. I’m down.”
“Really?” I froze where I sat on the couch. “You really want to go?”
“Sure. Wanna take my bike?” Jeo asked.
I smiled. “Definitely. And wear your leather. With a banana hammock underneath. Morris has a pool.”
Jeo chuckled. “This sounds like it’s going to be a lot of fun.”
“I’m starting to think it might be.”
“So, who are you trying to piss off exactly? Your grandma?”
“No, she’ll be totally cool with you. Even your porn career. She’ll think you’re sexy.” I avoided answering the question, hoping he wouldn’t notice.
Jeo hummed deep in his throat. “Listen, you gonna be up for a while? I was thinking about stopping by. I got an itch that needs scratching.”
“I’ll sharpen my nails,” I said seductively.
When I put my phone down, I sat, thinking. I’d liked the idea of Jeo going with me, but I really hadn’t expected him to agree. The relief I felt at not having to go alone was overwhelming. I sat so long thinking about it, a stupid smile on my face, a knock at the door made me jump.
I ran to open it, throwing myself into Jeo’s arms when I did, kissing him thoroughly. And just that easily, we fell into our roles.
“That was a nice welcome, boy,” he said after manhandling me inside and closing the door, his fist locked in my hair, holding my head back as he bent to ravage my neck with kisses. Lightheaded, I began clawing at his clothes.
“Looks like you’ve got your own itch that needs scratching,” Jeo said before taking my mouth with his.
A few minutes later, he lay between my legs on my bed, thrusting hard into me while I moaned and hung onto the spindles of my headboard, barely able to look in his eyes, I was so far gone.
“Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!” My orgasm slammed into me.
Jeo tensed, muscles rippling beneath my clutching fingers. My body took him easier and easier each time we had sex, allowing me to let go completely.
After carefully easing out of me, Jeo collapsed. I lay on the bed with him, sweaty and satiated, nipples red and sore from the pinches and bites Jeo had treated them to.
“That…that was great, Daddy,” I said, meaning it wholeheartedly.
He bit my shoulder. “You take me so good, boy. I’d like to put a harness on you sometime and ride you like a horse.”
Turned on by his words, it took me a moment to catch my breath. His cock rested on his thigh, huge even when soft. Idly, I ran my finger down its length.
“You’ve probably ruined me for other men,” I said.
Jeo growled. “I like the sound of that.” He reached over and took my softened cock in his hand, stroking me slowly. I winced, sensitive after coming, but Jeo continued tugging on my cock, using the jizz on my abdomen to lube it up. Pretty soon I was breathing erratically and arching into his strokes.
“Grab those bed posts again, boy,” he said, e
yes roving over my body as I mindlessly thrust into his hand.
I reached up, palms digging into the hard wood as Jeo brought me higher and higher.
Just as I was on the precipice of a second orgasm, he stopped.
I whimpered. “Dad-dee!”
“Calm down, boy. I’m not ready for you to come yet.”
Breathing hard, I lay there, naked and needy while Jeo licked at the sweat and cum on my chest. Taking my right nipple between his front teeth, he pulled and nipped until I sobbed out, “Please!”
Jeo grinned down at me. “I love to hear you beg.”
I’d do anything to get to come, so I looked into his eyes and said, “Please, Daddy, make me cum. I need it. Please.”
Jeo’s eyes turned molten. He took my dick in his hand again, softly stroking.
“Oh, my God, I’m gonna die if I don’t get to come,” I said on a moan.
“You won’t die, boy,” Jeo said, leaving me hanging yet again when I was almost to the point of no return. A tear slipped down my cheek, and Jeo licked it off. “You look so pretty like this: naked and begging, your cock leaking for Daddy.” He swiped precum from my slit and tasted it. “Mmm.”
His words stoked the fire within me, and I squirmed, gripping the posts of the headboard.
“Pleasepleaseplease, Daddy, ple-ease!”
I didn’t recognize myself like this. I’d never begged for Royce, or anyone else for that matter, at least not without some level of pretense. “Make me come, Daddy, make me come…” My voice broke, and Jeo’s hand was on me again, casually stroking me as though he had all the time in the world.
“How horny are you, boy?” he asked, voice deep with arousal.
“S-so horny.” I was out of my head. I wanted to come, but I wanted him to make me do it.
“Would you do anything to get off?” Jeo asked, giving the head of my cock a squeeze that lodged my breath in my throat.
“Anything. Anything.”
Jeo took his hand from me, and I groaned, tears spilling down my face. A small part of me couldn’t believe he’d brought me to this—willing to do anything for release; the rest of me didn’t give a rat’s ass.
Jeo’s body was gorgeous—bronze and with just enough dark bristly hair to feel awesome against my skin. He sat up, one knee bent.
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