Chapter 4 #2
“Such a perfect answer,” he murmured, petting my hair again.
Stroking it. Threading his fingers through it.
Wrapping his other hand around my throat to hold me steady when I let a blissful little sound escape and looking down at me like I was…
like I was all the things he’d told me I was.
Then he smiled. “But what I really should have asked is for your limits, sweetheart.”
I blinked. My what?
“My limits?”
I probably sounded just as dumb as I felt, but… but Greg hadn’t told me anything about those, whatever they were, and I didn’t know what I was supposed to say. I could already tell that wasn’t going to be good enough, though, because Daddy started frowning.
I was disappointing him again. It iced all the good feelings right out of me, an all too familiar panic rising in my gut to take their place.
“I don’t know what that means,” I admitted.
He’d told me not to lie to him, but he didn’t seem to like that answer, either.
“No one’s ever asked you for your limits before?” he asked, definitely sounding mad now.
“If you can just tell me, um, if you can explain?” I said quickly, hoping as hard as I could that he’d give me another chance and still let me stay. That he’d at least let me try. “Then I can do it?”
“Jack...” he started.
Not “sweetheart” anymore.
And he took his hands off me, too.
“I’m sorry,” I blurted, feeling desperate and dumb enough to interrupt him, even though I knew I shouldn’t.
“No one really told me what you’d want or…
or what to expect tonight, but I already told you, I’ll do anything.
Anything, Daddy. It’s just that you’re my first actual client and I—” The deeper Daddy’s frown got, the faster the words tumbled out of me, “—I’ve just never done it like this before where, you know, someone asked me questions and said nice things to me and made me feel… feel…”
My throat was trying to close up, but I swallowed hard and kept going anyway, even though my voice was starting to sound thick and crack a little.
“I didn’t know I needed limits, but if it’s… if it’s something you want, I know I can do it if you’ll just tell me how. Can’t you just, just tell me, Daddy? Just tell me what to do? Please? I promise, I can be so good for—”
Daddy suddenly made a growly noise that shut me up fast and made it almost impossible for me not to cry, but then, instead of acting mad at me—even though that noise had definitely not been a happy one—he just pinched the bridge of his nose for a long, long minute, then took a deep breath.
And then… then he smiled?
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he said, smoothing his hand over my hair and making me feel almost dizzy with hope again by using that word. “You don’t need to worry about it right now. I’m going to take good care of you.”
He was? He wanted to?
My throat suddenly got too tight to say anything back.
“But is that really what you want?” he pressed on, letting his hand just rest on my head instead of petting me now, heavy and firm, like a promise that made me feel safe again. “Do you want Daddy to be in charge tonight? To let me have my way with you? To trust me to decide? To truly be mine?”
Yes. All of that. That was what I wanted. Everything he’d just said. So much that I was almost scared to admit it, in case saying so jinxed it or made it disappear.
But I was even more scared that not saying yes would make him change his mind, so I nodded anyway, which made Daddy smile at me again.
“I’d like that, too. But are you sure, sweet boy?” he asked, getting that deliciously husky tone in his voice again as his cock started snaking down his thigh, the heavy shape of it pushing at the material of his pants, growing thicker and longer right before my eyes as he waited for my answer.
It was mesmerizing. Mouthwatering. And watching it happen because somehow I’d managed to do the right thing after all—I must have, because he still wanted me—made my own cock start to swell up again, too.
“Yes,” I finally remembered to say, forcing myself to tear my gaze away from his cock so I could be good and look up at him, meeting his eyes just the way he liked. “I want that. I do. More than anything, Daddy. Please?”
He stared at me so intensely, for so long, that it felt like my soul sizzled… but he still didn’t look mad. And even though he wasn’t saying anything, the part of me that was used to feeling panicky and scared and expecting the worst, just... wasn’t.
He’d said he’d take care of me.
He made me feel safe.
He made it seem real.
And then, as if he’d finally found what he was looking for, he murmured, “You’re perfect,” palmed his erection, and gave me a hot, predatory smile that made my toes curl and my breath catch and my cock start to throb with a desperate urgency I hadn’t felt in… in ever.
“Daddy,” I whispered, not sure what I was even trying to say.
“That’s right,” he answered anyway, slowly stroking the fat length of his cock. “I’ve got you now, sweet boy.”
I whimpered, desperately wanting to touch it, too.
Also desperately wanting to touch myself.
I knew better, though. That was for Daddy to decide, because we’d agreed I was his…
and that thought had me squirming in my seat before I could help myself, squeezing my thighs together and clenching my hole.
My cock jerked and started to leak—so much, so fast that a wet spot appeared over my cockhead, soaking right through my shorts and turning them dark.
“Daddy,” I panted, fisting my hands and forcing them to stay by my hips so I could… could still be good.
“Look at you, sweetheart,” he said, staring down at my cock like it was candy as he kept rubbing his hand over his own. “You’re such a very, very good boy, aren’t you? You really do want this. You actually mean it.”
“Yes.” I nodded, my head bobbing frantically. “I do. I mean it. You… you said not to lie to you.”
Which I hadn’t, not once. It hadn’t even occurred to me, not with him.
Daddy practically purred, still resting one hand on top of my head as he stroked himself through his pants with the other one. “And you like having me in charge, sweetheart? You like doing what you’re told? That part is real, too?”
“Yes,” I breathed out, even though the “liking it” part never had been before. Not with anyone but him.
“Such a good boy,” he said, his low, rumbling voice making the words feel like they were stroking me all over. He lowered his zipper. “My beautiful, perfect boy. Daddy’s got you now. You don’t have to worry about anything at all. Not anymore. Daddy’s going to give you exactly what you need.”
Him. What I needed was him.
And no matter how desperate my situation had felt before I’d walked into his hotel room, with Daddy’s praise ringing in my ears and his promises filling me with flutters, with his hand firmly guiding my head toward the long, thick cock he freed, for one perfectly blissful moment of total and utter peace, it felt like he was the only thing I ever would need.
It felt like, for the first time I could remember in ever, everything was perfect.