Chapter 6
Chapter six
Miles
Kissing Atlas hadn’t been in the plan when I’d headed over here, but as his lips pressed to mine, I didn’t even think about complaining. This was probably the best outcome I could’ve hoped for, to be honest. And when he moaned into my mouth, fuck, my cock was as hard as steel.
I wasn’t lying when I’d said his dick was beautiful. It was the most gorgeous dick I’d ever seen. And while I wasn’t really a bottom—I was technically vers though I preferred topping—I wouldn’t mind having all of his likely seven inches inside of me.
Given my profession, I was good at eyeballing measurements.
But it wasn’t just his length; it was his girth, too. Thick and veiny, his cut cock was a masterpiece I wanted to devour. With my mouth, hands, or ass, I didn’t care. I just needed some part of me on it.
He hadn’t given me any indication that he wanted more than this kiss, though, and all the reasons we hadn’t hooked up before were still valid. Namely, my ever-present fear of coming out. And that hadn’t changed.
Would he be willing to overlook that for just one night?
Atlas pulled away to catch his breath, his beautiful green eyes capturing me from inches away.
I stared at him, just stared, as we caught our breath. I wanted this beautiful human with every fiber of my being, and I would take every single thing he’d give me tonight.
But first things first. “Pronouns?”
Atlas smiled sweetly, and I could’ve sworn he started tearing up. “He/him right now.”
I nodded, returning his smile. “And what would you like to do tonight, sweet Atlas?”
His eyes rolled back in his head as he melted before me. “I’m swooning over here, Miles.”
I smirked. “Good. You deserve it.”
Atlas nodded, flipping imaginary hair behind his shoulder. “I do, don’t I?” Then his mischievous grin was gone, and his expression turned serious. “But so do you.”
I swallowed hard, unwilling to affirm his words. Most days, I wasn’t convinced I deserved more than this existence of hiding myself away from the world so I didn’t get hurt.
I should’ve expected Atlas wasn’t going to let me get away that easily. His eyes narrowed at me, and he leaned back a bit to cross his arms over his bare chest. “Say it, Miles.”
Clearing my throat, I averted my gaze. But he wasn’t going to let me get away with that, either. Much like he’d done only moments ago, he grasped my chin gently but firmly in his hand, turned my head to face him, and held my gaze.
“Say it, baby. Tell me you’re worthy of good things.”
Tears burned behind my eyes, and I shook my head, trying to wrench him off me.
No. I didn’t deserve good things. How could I deserve anything good when my entire life was proof that I never got it?
When both of my parents had abandoned me at much too young an age so I had to grow up too fast and raise my sister?
When homophobia ran rampant in this part of the country—even in our high school, which I’d witnessed personally—and it felt unsafe to come out?
When every part of me wanted to be cherished, held, and loved, but every man I’d ever been with had only seen me for what I could give them?
A single tear fell, and I swiped it away, closing my eyes under the weight of my shame. Atlas couldn’t want me, not when I was this weak, this fragile. I couldn’t even do a hookup right, impromptu though it was.
His hand tightened on my chin. Not to the point of pain, but his command was coming through loud and clear.
It hit me then—was Atlas a Dom? I’d been in the scene long enough to recognize the signs and was too experienced to forget that build and stature didn’t make someone a Dominant; their mindset did.
And Atlas was giving off all the Dom vibes. Even—dare I hope—Daddy vibes?
“Look at me, Miles,” Atlas commanded, and my dick twitched in my jeans even as my eyes flew open of their own accord. He was already owning my body, and I hadn’t even taken off my clothes yet.
The compassion I saw in his gaze when my eyes cleared enough to see him took my breath away. And in that moment, I knew, without a doubt, that this beautiful soul was a Daddy—or whatever equivalent name he preferred. The truth was right there in his eyes, and I couldn’t deny it.
I wanted it. Craved it.
God, I’d needed someone to dominate me properly for so long. Scenes had long gone stale with the men I’d found on the Daddy’s Boy app, but through no fault of their own. The problem was me.
The realization hit me between the eyes—I was ready for a relationship; a real one. One where I put my heart on the line and fell in love with another person completely, mind, body, and soul.
And I wanted that with Atlas.
I wasn’t na?ve—we wouldn’t fall in love tomorrow and everything would be puppies and rainbows. We’d have to start at the beginning. But this gorgeous person in front of me was everything I’d been looking for.
Mere seconds had passed since Atlas’s command, and it still resonated in my bones. Though I didn’t quite believe it yet, Atlas wanted to hear it, so I would give that to him. And maybe, eventually, I’d believe it myself.
“I deserve good things.”
The words felt foreign on my tongue, but Atlas’s proud smile made everything worth it. “Good boy.”
Fucking hell. My dick twitched visibly this time, aching as it tested the confines of my jeans. Lust stronger than I’d felt before crashed over me like a tidal wave, and my body swayed under the onslaught. Atlas’s free hand grasped my wrist to keep me from falling off his co—sorry, davenport.
One of the many quirks that delighted me about him.
“You like that, don’t you, Miles? You like being called a good boy?”
I nodded hesitantly, because that was mostly it, but those two words alone weren’t what caused such a strong reaction in me.
“Do you like being my good boy?”
Shit. My core tightened as lust shot through me again. He’d hit the nail on the head. In a matter of seconds, he’d rewired my brain, and now I lived to be his good boy.
I didn’t understand it. In my scenes before, Daddies and Doms alike had used those words on me, and while I’d enjoyed the pleasant feelings skittering down my spine that the praise brought about, something about Atlas saying it hit differently.
I nodded vigorously, biting my lower lip. I could feel my submissive side coming out the longer he held my chin and my gaze, and I wanted to worship him.
I didn’t know what he liked or even if he really was a Daddy, but I had to show him what I wanted. And in that moment, I wanted one thing more than anything else.
So I slid off the cushion slowly, gaze never leaving his, and dropped to my knees.
Atlas gasped, his eyes shooting wide as he dropped my chin. Questions fluttered through his green irises, and I decided to up the ante. Without another word, I leaned back on my heels, spread my legs just slightly, tilted my head toward the floor, and placed my upturned palms on my thighs.
Atlas’s long exhale sounded like awe, and shit, I hoped it was. Because this felt right. Good. It felt like what I’d been missing my whole life.
His fingertips reached for my ear, tucking the long hair that had fallen to cover the side of my face behind it. Then he cupped my cheek and encouraged my head up so he could hold my gaze once again.
“You’re a boy.”
Though his three words weren’t a question, I nodded anyway.
Should I ask if he was a Daddy? Honestly, I was a little afraid of the answer—I didn’t want to get my hopes up.
And besides, I was still terrified of coming out, and Atlas was nothing but out.
Would he waste his time on me until I figured out how to be brave?
“Ask me, sweet boy.”
My eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy at the endearment, his confident hold bolstering me, making me want to follow his every command. “Are you a Daddy?”
His sunshine smile lit up the room despite the late hour and night long gone dark. “I am, Miles.”
My eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he chuckled and started speaking before I could even ask my question.
“Any he, she, or they can be a Daddy, don’t you agree?”
I gulped, nodding. “Of course. As can any body shape or size.”
He raised an eyebrow at me. “Impressive.” He dropped his hand from my chin, and I mourned the loss until he reached down to help me back onto the davenport. “As much as I love you on your knees for me, I think we should talk first.”
He was right, of course, though I would’ve loved to skip all that and go right to a Daddy/boy scene. But BDSM required open, clear communication and enthusiastic, ongoing consent. Talking first was better.
And it could be hot, too.
“Before we do that, how about I get into something a little . . . well, less comfortable?”
I laughed.
“Would you mind getting us some water while I change? Glasses are in the upper cabinet by the fridge, and the dispenser on the front of the fridge is filtered. Would’ve been nice to have discovered that before you came here last time.”
I smiled, nodding in answer to his question.
He stood, letting his kimono fall on either side of his torso, and walked down his short hallway, making no effort to hide his beautiful body under that silky robe.
I stared at his ass until he disappeared.
He looked so fucking good in that damn robe.
I wonder if he’d let me fuck him wearing it one day. Maybe with him riding me.
I shuddered as he came back into the living room in gray sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt just after I’d set a couple of water glasses on coasters on his coffee table.
God, he looked good in literally anything he wore.
My mouth was watering at this point. I mean, gray sweatpants. I had no chance.
With a grace few people our age possessed, Atlas dropped to his davenport with a leg tucked under his delectable ass and turned to me with a smile. “Thanks for getting our drinks.”
I felt my cheeks flush. “You’re welcome.”
Then he just dove in. “I’m happy to lead this conversation if you’re up for it tonight.”
I nodded. “I am. I don’t actually have any morning appointments tomorrow, so I was going to sleep in anyway.”
He smirked but didn’t say anything right away, and I wondered if he was thinking about me sleeping over. I was certainly thinking about it.
“Okay, let’s start simple. Do you have any questions for me about anything we’ve discussed so far?”
I blinked, considering his question. “I do, actually.” He motioned for me to continue as he settled back into the cushions. “How long have you known you were a Daddy?”
He sighed, a wistful look on his face. “Since college. One of my best friends back in Seattle, Anson, and I discovered it one night senior year when we were dared to go to a kink club. Someone in Anson and Nate’s frat—Nate is Anson’s best friend—knew a member there who trusted their recommendation enough to give us passes. ”
I had to know more. “What was the dare exactly?”
Atlas blushed a little, and I shifted in my seat. “There were rules at the club, of course, and we couldn’t participate in any demonstrations because we were guests. But we were dared to stay long enough to watch a full demonstration and jerk off to it—out among everyone.”
I gasped.
Atlas chuckled. “It was so fucking hot. Anson and I steered clear of each other for the most part—we aren’t each other’s types, which is an understatement—but we both completed the dare then scraped up the money for memberships.
We spent a ton of time there until they closed, which was awhile ago now. Such a shame.”
I frowned. “Sounds like an incredible place. It’s actually like—”
I cut myself off. That was probably a step too far.
But when would I learn that Atlas saw everything and wouldn’t let me get away with anything? “Like what?”
I flushed bright red but kept going. For him.
“I go to a kink club in Atlanta some weekends to scene with several of the Daddies and Doms there. Anyone who’s a member and up for a scene is fair game, and I rarely scene with the same person twice.
The members often go there when they feel like working things out on someone’s ass—or having someone work things out on my ass, in my case. ”
Atlas’s eyes flared with heat. “If we’re doing this, you won’t be scening with them anymore.”
A possessive warmth suffused my entire being, and I blushed. “Really? Do you mean we’re doing this more than once?”
He smiled, nodding. “I want to if you do.”
“I do. I just have one question.” A grin burst on my face, and I blurted the only thing on my mind. “Can I call you Daddy?”