Chapter 8 I’m a Good Boy #3
Was this how he’d treat me if I behaved myself? Oh, I’d be such a good boy. Whatever my alpha wanted. I’d wash his feet and drink the water if this was how he’d make me feel. Cherished, safe, sated. Happy.
“Will you let me suck you again later?” I asked, still breathless. “Please, Master.”
The word just escaped, rolling off my tongue as if I’d always called him that. Davidson’s pupils flared.
“You are an obedient little omega after all.”
His expression held a hint of teasing, but I was serious.
“I want to be. But sometimes, I misbehave and need to be punished.”
He exhaled on a slow blink. Then he cupped my cheek, staring into my eyes with intensity, his eyebrows knitted together. “Is this a game for you, Leo?”
Shit.
“No, Davidson,” I blurted. He decided over me. He’d said so himself, and I had no means to get from under his control. I didn’t want to. “I want to please you.”
I waited for him to say something else. Give me some more orders, set up the rules, anything…
but he only shook his head, straightened, and dragged me up as well.
Wobbly, I stood in front of his desk, looking down.
By my left foot, I noticed a toppled water glass and a dark stain on the carpet.
When did I knock it off the table? Shit.
“I’m sorry.” I quickly knelt, picking the glass up. Should I take care of the stain? Bring towels from the bathroom?
“Leave it, Leo. It’s just a little water.”
I looked up. He was smiling gently; his eyes held a hint of worry, but mostly, they looked kind. He petted my head, and I leaned into his touch. No, I would never get tired of kneeling by this man’s feet. Handing me the bathrobe, he gestured for me to get up.
“We need to talk about your situation. How about I make us coffee, and we sit down in the living room?”
My situation. Meaning Fabio and his men probably looking for me all over the city. I’d almost forgotten—I wished I could have.
“Okay. Sure.”
He gave me loose sweats and a hoodie, and I huddled in the thick cotton gratefully.
Holding a fresh mug of coffee with both hands, I sat cross-legged on the sofa, watching the blank surface of the pool.
Cozy wasn’t my usual style, but now I liked it.
Fabio wouldn’t have tolerated me dressed like a slob.
He’d bought me piles of silk and lace and demanded I’d wear it whenever we were home alone.
The memory made me hunch over. Davidson sat next to me, close enough so our legs were pressed together.
“I spoke to a few people,” he began. He stroked my thigh in a soothing manner. “Fabio Altera has no criminal record and no charges against him. Since we haven’t contacted the police and can’t do it now, we have nothing.”
“Even if we had called the police yesterday, his men would never say anything about him.”
“I thought so. He’s a powerful guy, isn’t he?”
It used to impress and arouse me how commanding Fabio had been, but it had been just a pose. “He likes it when people think he’s cool and in control, but he’s paranoid as hell.”
“The problem is, unless he tries something again, we can’t do anything.”
Of course not. It was always like that, wasn’t it? All the stories I’d heard, news, movies, it all played out the same way. Until he hurt you enough to land you in a hospital, you had nothing on him. And sometimes not even then. When had I become a cliché abuse victim?
“But that only means we can’t do anything the official way,” Davidson added.
I frowned, squinting at him.
“I have people looking into his businesses,” he said breezily.
A different fear occurred to me. What if Davidson provoked Fabio, and Fabio went after him? For now, Fabio didn’t even know Davidson existed.
“Don’t mess with him, please.”
The idea of something happening to Davidson filled me with stunned dread. But why?
He plucked the mug from me and put it on the coffee table.
It looked like a children’s toy in his hand.
Then he pulled me sideways into his lap.
He seemed to like holding me that way, and I gratefully curled up against his broad chest. I was warm, in a constant state of arousal simmering just under the surface.
Safe.
Unless I was experiencing some sort of Stockholm syndrome. By this point, anything was possible.
My alpha kissed the top of my head.
“Leo, there are very few people in this country more dangerous than me. I don’t think he’s one of them.”
A chill ran down my spine at his words.
Two orange eyes glowed in my memory, a reptilian head lined with sharp thorns, swordlike claws…
He caressed my jaw and kissed my lips.
“I won’t let anyone hurt you. Not even bend a hair on your head.”
He brushed tender kisses along my upper lip, over my cheek and my eyelids; his beard tickled my skin, and I wanted to believe him. I wanted so much to trust him. If everything he said was true, he could save me. Not only from Fabio.
Davidson could save me from myself.
I was just an empty shell of a person, but maybe the right man could fill my heart and straighten out my head. The right dragon—because obviously, I was so fucked-up that nothing less than magic could make a tolerable human out of me.
The need to obey him, to please him, and be praised in return grew into a tight ball in my chest, ready to explode. I had to be his good little omega. Because if he took care of me, if he could really keep me safe, I might stand a chance. I might even be happy.
My eyes prickled with tears.
I’ll be a good boy, I promise. I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to him.