Chapter 16 Sebastian
Chapter sixteen
Sebastian
Three days without my Daddy were torture like no other. Sunday, I didn't go to work. On Monday I did get to torture and kill two people, but it didn't satisfy the hunger within me. Tuesday I spent the day at home.
For some reason, I'm still pissed off.
I'm not used to being angry at my Daddy. It's the first time it's ever happened. I spoke with Mr. BoBunny about it. We came to the conclusion that it's because I had Daddy's dick in my mouth.
Now that I've tasted him, I can't go back to him seeing me as the little baby brother of his ex. I'd rather be tortured than let that happen.
Sighing, I look into the mirror, twirling and making sure I look delicious. I'm wearing tight black shorts and a black crop top. I even did my makeup – a little blush, eyeliner, and glossy light-green lipstick.
I'm not sure what my plan is for tonight, but I'm certain my looks will help.
The drive to the club doesn't take long. Conrad looks pissed because I'm late. To be fair, this look doesn't just snap into place. Ethan only shakes his head at me, but he's smart enough not to say anything.
I busy myself behind the bar, taking orders, making drinks. My actions are automatic, and I'm glad for that because my mind is somewhere else.
Even though I was pissed off at Daddy, of course, I wouldn't leave him unprotected and unsupervised. I asked Fluffy to keep an eye on him while I was away. He's the only one I trust with my Daddy. No one else.
Apparently, Daddy met with his best friend, Nico. Nico, being a police officer, might turn into a slight problem, but I can always take him down if push comes to shove. Though Daddy wouldn't be happy about it, so I'll need to tread carefully.
After that, he went to a shop, but Fluffy wouldn't tell me what kind. When I pressed, he admitted it was just a boring market.
Thinking about my Daddy makes me miss him even more. I look around pouting because I haven't seen him all night. The bar is busy, and I can't sneak out to search for him. What's Daddy doing?
"Can I get whiskey and a glass of water?" a gruff voice says to my right.
I plaster on my usual fake, sexy smile and say, "Yes, Daddy."
Fuck. I was thinking about my Daddy and the word slipped out. I would never call another man Daddy.
"Are you new here, boy?" the man asks.
Will Ethan be pissed off if I paint his bar with this guy's blood for daring to call me boy?
"Yes, I'm new."
Before I can say anything else, like get lost or lose your tongue, my Daddy comes behind the bar.
"Sebastian. A word."
My eyes widen at the edge in his voice.
"We're kind of busy, Ezrah." I want to follow him like a puppy with a waggling tail, but we are really busy.
"My office. Now." His voice is a growl as he turns and leaves, not even looking back.
I gape at his back, then glance at Conrad. He motions for me to go. I hurry after Daddy, wondering what this is about. Not that I'll ever complain about spending time with him.
When I enter his office, I close the door behind me. Daddy turns to me, heat and anger flaring in his eyes.
Uh-oh.
Daddy prowls toward me like a predator who's set his sights on his prey. Shivers race down my spine, and I watch every step, hypnotized. My dick hardens instantly, and my shorts leave nothing to the imagination. One look and he'll know exactly what effect he has on me.
Instinctively, I step back… and again… until my back hits the door.
Daddy doesn't stop. He steps right into my space, close enough for his breath to ghost over my skin. His arms cage me in, palms braced on either side of my head, and he leans down to my ear.
With a hoarse voice, he growls, "Who do you think you're calling Daddy, boy?"
A groan slips from my lips, unbidden and so needy.
"I- I-" I stammer, unable to find a word.
"Is this something you do often?" he whispers, his lips brushing my ear. "Do you go around in these sinful clothes and call every man Daddy?"
I shake my head furiously, desperate for him to know he's the only one for me.
He pushes his thigh between mine, forcing me to spread my legs, then grinds against my cock. I moan helplessly.
"Daddy…"
His hand wraps around my throat, pushing my head back, forcing me to look at him. My breath shudders when I see his eyes. Pupils blown wide, blue darkened with desire. I've dreamed of this look for years, but the reality eclipses every fantasy I've ever had.
"You drive me crazy," Daddy says, rubbing his cheek against mine. "Wanting you is wrong. So fucking wrong."
"Then why does it feel so right to have your hands on me?" I lick my lips and swallow, making sure he feels it under his palm.
He pulls back slowly, staring into my eyes with a ferocity that could bring me to my knees. I'll worship the ground he walks on. I'll build him a throne from the bones of anyone who's ever hurt him, and I'll kneel at his feet.
My Daddy deserves to be treated like a King.
"You're playing with fire, Sebastian."
A slow smile curls my lips. I lick the bottom one deliberately. "I love playing with fire, Daddy. The burn is delicious."
His nostrils flare, and his grip of my throat tightens.
"Say it again," he commands.
"Daddy… Daddy Ezrah."
He dives for my lips, and I moan the second his mouth claims mine. The kiss is possessive, harsh, demanding, and at the same time, so sweet. Sweet because it's everything I've ever dreamed of.
I wrap my arms around his neck and use the leverage to jump, wrapping my legs around his waist. He catches me easily, slamming me back against the door. His hard cock rubs against mine as he devours me, body and soul.
He bites my lower lip hard, and a second later, I taste blood. Groaning, I plunge my tongue into his mouth, forcing him to taste it. To taste what he does to me.
He can have it all.
My body. My soul. My blood.
It all belongs to Daddy.
He pulls back, gasping for air, but I chase his lips, whimpering, "Daddy."
"You're a needy boy, aren't you?"
"Only for you."
I nuzzle his neck, fighting the urge to mark him. To make it so everyone knows who he belongs to. A single mark on his throat won't be enough, but it'll do for now.
I suck hard on his skin, biting lightly, and grin when his grip on my thighs tightens.
"Remember what you said, Sebastian." Daddy cradles my neck, pushing me further into. "I don't know what I'm doing, but hearing you call another man Daddy made my blood boil."
I pull back with a wide grin. Fuck, I don't think I've ever smiled like this. Daddy frowns.
"Why are you smiling like that?"
"You were jealous."
It's not a question. Still, I brace for him to deny it.
"Yes, I was. And I won't be responsible for what I'll do if I hear you call another man Daddy again. Wrong or not, from now on, that title is only mine."
My dick pulses on the edge of release just from his words.
"Yes, Daddy."
This title has always been only yours.