Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Max
“Strip.”
My jaw drops.
When I came up to Davis’s office for pie, I thought that maybe it’d be the normal kind of pie we always do.
Of course, my brain conjured up a bunch of different scenarios where Daddy punished his bad, bad boy, but they were fake for fuck’s sake.
I knew that Davis—controlled and robotic Davis—would never make a move on me.
But here he is, asking me to strip, his vampire costume doing a lot more for me than I thought it would.
Actually…
“Are you a real vampire?” I blurt out. “Like legit? Has this all been a cover? I’ve never seen you out in the sun, so there’s a coffin here somewhere? How do you—”
“Maximillian.”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up and strip.”
I gulp because, yeah, I definitely heard him right the first time. My ears certainly did not deceive me. Still, even though I really want to, my brain keeps firing at lightning speed. What does this mean? Why is he asking me this? Is he going to take my virginity? Am I going to take his?
“It’s presumptuous of me to think you’re a top,” I say as I twiddle my fingers, once again gulping at the intimidating eyebrow he raises.
“Yeah, big word, I know. Skylar bought me this word of the day calendar that I thought was dumb, but it’s actually pretty cool.
Do you know what monochromatic means? It’s—”
“Enough.”
Davis stands and rounds his desk. Everything he does is always so smooth—not a hesitation in sight—and it makes me shake in my boots. Yeah, I’m a cop today, complete with the fake badge and everything. But I’m no match for a vampire. Maybe if he were aiding and abetting this dick—
“Shut your brain up for a minute.”
“How did you—”
“Because you think loudly.”
“Do you always have to interrupt me?”
That was probably the wrong thing to say because his hand snaps out to wrap around my throat.
I gasp but it’s caught in my mouth when he shoves me against his closed office door.
He enters my space, filling me with that watery ocean breeze he uses as aftershave.
I can’t feel anything but him. He presses against my body like he was molded for me.
The energy he exudes is of strength and confidence, something I didn’t think I’d like.
With cool and steady fingers, he presses against my pulse point as his breath fans my lips. “I’ll only say it one more time before I tear the clothes off you myself. Strip.”
I gulp when he lets go of my throat. Taking a step back, I hesitate.
While the thought of him ripping my clothes off is intriguing, I don’t know if that’s something I’m ready for.
I take a deep breath as I start on my shirt, the buttons of the sexy police officer shirt stiff under my fingers.
I try not to think too hard—not usually a problem for me—as I toss my shirt on the floor, my booty shorts following shortly after.
When I’m completely naked, I mask my nerves by puffing my chest out and planting both hands on my hips.
I will not shiver before him. I also won’t hide my very prominent erection that’s growing with every minute.
There’s no need to be shy now. If my consent to strip didn’t say enough, now he really knows that I’m into this.
Well, at least my dick is.
As for my head, I don’t know… I’m kinda super digging it, but I’ve never really been super in touch with the rational side of my head.
I could only be enjoying this and filled with this jittery anticipation because it’s new to me.
Once I take a few moments to adjust, I could potentially feel completely different.
But I don’t think so.
That’s the thing. With the way he’s staring at me, I don’t think I’ll grow to hate this at all.
Because his eyes are this smoky, dusky color I haven’t seen before.
His hooded lids are totally bedroom eyes, if I’ve ever seen them.
It’s basically predatory, the way he’s eyeing me, and it causes goosebumps to sprout on my overheated skin. He likes what he sees.
I like that he likes what he sees.
“So…” I start, rocking on my heels as I gesture boldly at my naked body. “Um, what do you think?”
He licks his lips as he takes a step back to prop himself on his desk. “I think you’re the beefiest, dumbest, prettiest bimbo I’ve ever seen.”
“Himbo,” I correct him, even though my throat is dry from the somewhat compliment. “I think that’s what they call male bimbos. That’s what Skylar calls me. But I’m not a bimbo. Or himbo. I graduated college and everything.”
He raises a thick eyebrow. “In what major, might I ask?”
“Sports administration…”
Yeah, maybe not as impressive as chemical engineering or some shit like that, but I’m proud of it.
Davis smiles softly and shrugs. “I’m not trying to insult your intelligence, Maximilian. I simply mean that you are…” He nearly leaps off his desk and crowds my space. He smashes me against the door, both hands planted above my head, as he breathes me in. “So biteable.”
Jesus, please bite me Vampire Daddy.
“What are we going to do?”
“Mmm, that’s a good question. I think I want to see my pretty little dumb subby on his knees for me.”
I shudder at his words. First at the fact that he wants me on my knees for him, but also the subby part. I think I know what that means, but I haven’t actually read enough of Skylar’s smutty books or watched enough porn to be sure. “Subby?”
“Submissive,” he clarifies as he puts his hands on both my shoulders to guide me down to my knees. “It’s what you are, isn’t it? My good boy.”
Oh, fuck yes. I’m a total subby. The subbiest good boy on the planet. Please…
When I’m on my knees, I instinctually place my hands on my thighs. He must like what he sees, because Davis growls this low throaty sound. I love it. I want more noises like that for him. I want to please him.
“Crawl to me,” he demands as he starts walking backwards. “Crawl to me and never take your eyes off mine.”
I nod slowly and do as he says. It’s a bit awkward because I’m a big guy, but I manage.
With every move I make, he grows more pleased by the second.
The fire in his dark eyes grows and his smirk widens.
Finally, he leads me to the couch and sits down right at the edge.
In a total BDE move, he leans back and throws both arms across the back of the couch.
He tips his chin down to his crotch where I see his straining erection. “Take me out.”
My mouth suddenly becomes dry. So dry that I can’t even swallow. I mean, I’ve been around a guy’s dick before. Even had one in my mouth, but it wasn’t a pleasant experience afterwards. That little shit told everyone—even my football team—and what they did to me…
“I don’t know what to do,” I blurt out, because I do want him in my hands and in my mouth, but I’m scared. “Can you tell me, please?”
He tips his head back with a groan. He rolls it back and shakes his head at me. “Fucking perfect, Maximillian. Just lower my zipper, take me out of my boxers, and hold my big fat cock in your hand.”
Well, that sounds easy enough.
Fuck, I love his dirty talk. It’s making my dick leak as I follow his instructions. Precum is pooling at my tip and dripping down to the floor. Once he’s in my hands, I’m mesmerized by this thick veiny shaft. It’s the perfect weight, the perfect shade, and just…
Everything.
“What now?” I ask.
He runs his tongue across his bottom lip. “Open and put it in your mouth but don’t suck.”
“Don’t suck?”
“You heard me.”
I’m a bit confused, but I am definitely not going to not follow his directions.
I realize that through all our pie time, I actually trust him.
I trust him… maybe not to the fullest extent, but enough that I know he’ll take care of me, maybe?
He’ll help me through this and he’ll make it good for me.
Davis seems like that kind of daddy. Someone you can lean on that only wants what’s best.
As long as it’s in his control.
I open my mouth and take him, all his glorious inches, and I simply hold him there. It’s… nice. The pressure of his weight against my tongue, the smoothness, that musky scent that you can only get from a man.
He starts to pet my hair and I purr. I preen under his hand as he grips my roots gently with just enough pressure to make my eyes flutter shut.
“This is called cockwarming,” he tells me in the softest voice I’ve ever heard. “Good boys do this for their daddies, but daddies also do this for them. Is this the first cock you’ve had in your mouth?” I shake my head. “Is this the second one?” I nod. “Well, this is all we’re doing tonight.”
I whine and he slaps the back of my head. It’s not harsh or forceful, but enough to tell me that there’s no going against his rules.
“You can suckle me,” he says. “That’s it. Suck me but don’t try to make me come. I don’t want that tonight.”
I nod and do as he says and ohmyfuckinggod, it’s wonderful. It’s so comforting and sweet and I might just burst from the sheer euphoria I’m feeling.
“Trust me, Maximilian,” he sighs, getting more comfortable. “You and I are going to have so much fun together. Aren’t we, my perfect subby?”
Oh, yeah, definitely won’t regret this.