Rich Kid (The SPARK Files #3)

Chapter 7

Wallace

Wallace had already locked his car and walked down the block to Prism’s front doors before it even occurred to him to be nervous.

What if someone recognized him from last time and noticed how often he was coming back? Twice in a week? Did that make him some kind of pervert or just… pitiful?

The door was classy but discreet—it looked like a lounge or nightclub, maybe, with heavy velvet curtains blocking most of the view inside.

But he was sure that everyone on the block knew what actually went on inside.

They probably recognized pathetic souls like himself who couldn’t find anyone who actually wanted them, who had to resort to sexbots and then try to hide it behind the opulent setting.

The only thing wrong with that characterization was that he couldn’t bear to think of Volt that way.

Volt was better than just some whore who sold his body for cash.

He was magnificent. Special.

Everyone probably wanted him.

That led Wallace to an even more mortifying thought.

What if Volt was already… busy tonight?

What if he’d forgotten Wallace already?

What if the proprietor offered him some mindless sexbot instead?

Wallace didn’t want that. But should he wait for Volt? Would he stand around awkwardly, knowing the spark was with someone else? Calling them his good boy? Touching them like they meant something?

He was sure he would look just as needy and pathetic as he was. No, he would turn around and go home if Volt wasn’t available, hoping that no one ever saw him.

Wallace hesitated, his stomach curdling as his hand hovered over the door handle. Each option sounded more shameful than the last. Oh god, what was he even doing here?

The door opened in front of him, so suddenly that he jumped back with an embarrassing squeak, his heart shooting up into his throat.

The ma?tre d’—what was his name?—leaned out, blue-black hair flopping over his exquisite face. He was handsome in that intimidating way that always scared Wallace, even if he did have a welcoming smile on his face.

“Hey! Come on in. Looking for Volt again, right?”

Wallace privately thought that the man probably wasn’t supposed to act so informal with guests, but that little boost of friendliness was exactly what he needed. Hearing Volt’s name was a huge weight off his shoulders. Now he didn’t need to go through the mortifying steps of asking if he was available.

“Yeah,” he managed to say. “Thank you.”

He remembered too slowly that the host’s name was Angel. It seemed appropriate, as his dark eyes looked like they could see your soul. His masculine beauty was both breathtaking and slightly terrifying.

Volt was ruggedly gorgeous in the same intimidating way, but that feeling had faded once they were alone. Crazy, since the spark had been even more attractive up close, but still true.

Although maybe he’d misremembered just how sexy Volt was. It couldn’t be possible, could it? Because he’d been… well, perfect. Not just his stunning looks, but the way he took charge, put Wallace at ease, and gave him the most erotic experience of his life, all at the same time.

But if Volt really was as perfect as Wallace had built him up to be in his memories, why would he possibly be interested in someone like Wallace?

The answer was simple. He wouldn’t.

And just like that, all Wallace’s nerves came rushing back.

Every sexbot was gorgeous. That was a given. But Volt was self-aware, too—a spark who lived his life every day being so handsome that people on the street probably ran after him, panting and trying to exchange numbers.

Everything that Wallace had replayed in his head, all the day dreams those memories had inspired about what had happened between them, it all boiled down to nothing more than a pity fuck.

Well, not even a pity fuck, because he’d been too pathetically eager to even get that far.

A pity hug for cash. Where he’d come in his pants the second the sexbot touched him.

Shame flooded him hard enough to squeeze all the air out of his lungs, and he started to turn back around. He had to leave. Now .

“Hey,” a warm voice rumbled beside his ear before he could reach the exit.

Wallace gasped, spinning back around, then taking a few steps backward until he was pressed against the door.

Oh, God. Volt was here… and he was even more attractive than Wallace had remembered.

He thought he’d memorized the spark’s features, but somehow, he’d forgotten the mesmerizing way Volt’s eyes gleamed, like two precious emeralds. His memory had failed to capture the lustrous shine of his golden skin. He could have commissioned paintings of Volt’s muscular chest and those succulent, perky nipples, and still failed to properly immortalize their glory.

And none of his fantasies, not one, had accounted for the way Volt’s loincloth—black with gold trim this time—would ripple with each step, teasing the eye and begging to be removed.

But mostly, he hadn’t credited the way that Volt’s stunning smile reached up to his eyes, which crinkled with genuine delight, as if he was actually happy to see Wallace.

No, as if Wallace were the center of his world.

It’s fake, Wallace told himself, his heart trying to beat its way out of his chest. You’re paying him. Of course he’s glad to see you. You’re rich and easy and barely make him work for it.

All true.

Still, he was too weak to protest when Volt closed the distance between them, pressing their bodies together so he could lean forward and nuzzle against Wallace’s ear. “My little creampuff. You came back.”

Oh, fuck. Wallace was such a goner.

It didn’t matter if it was all beautiful lies, because if he could just be this adored and desired for a few short hours, he’d take every one of them and then some. He’d drain his bank account and not miss it for a moment. The way Volt made him feel was… everything .

“I’m glad you’re here,” Volt said, pulling away just enough to stare down into Wallace’s eyes and make him believe that he meant it.

“Me, too,” Wallace whispered, his heart in his throat.

Volt smiled at him, then linked their fingers together and led him toward the elevators.

Wallace felt dazed. All the way up, Volt’s thumb rubbed across his wrist, sending tingles racing through his body and waking up desires in him that went so far beyond his libido he wasn’t sure what to do with himself.

He was too shy to do more than glance occasionally in Volt’s direction, and not only because of the pure, masculine perfection on display, those succulent, pointy nipples, and the hint of a bulge under that distracting loincloth. No, it was too hard to look over, because every time he did, Volt was watching him, too. The spark seemed to be drinking him in with his eyes, his hungry expression completely selling the idea that he really was happy to see Wallace.

Wallace could feel his cheeks flaming.

It felt so much more real than just sex. He knew he was being foolish, but he just wanted to wrap himself up in the feeling and live inside the fantasy for as long as Volt would allow it.

The fantasy of being desired. Wanted. Maybe even adored.

The moment they entered a room—the same one as last time, or just one that looked similar?—Volt’s hands were cradling his face. Holding him tenderly, like a lover.

“Baby boy, you look tired.” Volt’s thumbs ran gently under his eyes, brushing across the dark bags that Wallace knew had to be there after dealing with the shitshow of the Maxamillian debacle all week.

Wallace nodded, his chest cracking open. It just felt so good having someone look after him this way. Someone who really cared about him—or at least made the effort to fake it so well that Wallace could let himself believe it for a little while.

Why hadn’t anyone else ever treated him this way?

Shit. Wallace knew why. He’d never hired anyone else to.

“Oh, darling. I’ve made you cry.”

Volt sounded concerned, almost frantic, and it was only then that Wallace realized he actually had tears dripping from his eyes.

“Sorry,” he managed. “I’m not… It’s just…”

It was just everything tumbling down on him at once. The awareness that he’d met this perfect man—this perfect fantasy—and it wasn’t real, but it felt so overwhelmingly real that his tangled emotions were going into overdrive.

Volt pulled him forward, toward the same wide chair they’d sat on last time. “Shhh, baby. Come here. Let Daddy take care of you.”

Wallace stumbled forward, ready to go wherever Volt led… until that word penetrated his brain. Such an ugly, unexpected word. Daddy .

It crashed into this magical place, dredging up all his anxieties again. “Daddy” didn’t mean comfort. It meant being a disappointment. Not enough. Never enough.

A tormented sound must have left his lips, and he could feel his muscles clenching up.

“My apologies,” Volt said, going utterly still the moment Wallace stiffened. “That bothered you.”

Wallace’s heart was pounding, and no longer in an exciting way. But he didn’t want Volt to find him any more pathetic than he already must, so he tamped it down and tried to play it off with a shrug. He’d come to explore kink, after all, and he wasn’t such a neophyte that he didn’t know that some weirdos liked to call their partners Daddy . Volt had no doubt meant it to be sexy.

And naturally, Wallace had ruined the moment.

“My father and I—” he started to explain.

Volt pressed a finger to his lips, stopping him. “You don’t need to tell me anymore. That word clearly doesn’t work for you.”

Wallace drew in a breath. “I know it’s a kink or something.”

“It is,” Volt told him, with what seemed to be genuine honesty, “and it’s one I particularly enjoy. I like to take care of my boys. Guide them, punish them, care for them. Give them every little thing they need.”

Fuck, it all sounded so good when Volt said it like that.

“But that might not be what you want,” Volt went on, “or it might be a dynamic that you like, but not a title you feel comfortable with. I got a little too enthusiastic and overstepped, but I’ll remember that’s a hard limit for you, and check first about anything that we do, just like we discussed.” He paused for a fraction of a second, then added a little more stiffly, “And if you don’t feel comfortable continuing with me after this, I’ll completely understand.”

Not continue with Volt?

No .

Wallace squeezed his eyes shut, trying to breathe through the ridiculous panic that the idea awakened in him so he could focus on the rest. Now that the initial wave of horrified association had passed—the idea that Daddy automatically meant Father, and Father automatically meant shame and impotent anger and hopeless inadequacy—he just… well, he needed a moment to untangle the rest of what Volt had said.

First was Volt’s sincere apology. His confirmation, again, that Wallace’s feelings mattered. That his limits were meaningful.

Wallace had done some more reading about kink in the past few days—actual research, not just watching the porny videos in Ben’s report—and everything Volt just described seemed to be the cornerstone of it. Consent. Volt had been amazing at that from the beginning, respecting and prioritizing it even when Wallace was overwhelmed and didn’t expect it.

It was calming in a way he hadn’t even realized he needed. What would it be like to actually have his desires and limits respected—no questions asked?

Then, there was the huge, overwhelming part. Daddy kink was something Volt enjoyed. Not just something he provided to customers for a fee, but something he got so enthusiastic about that he’d sprung it on Wallace as an automatic response to his distress.

That didn’t seem like the actions of a professional sex worker. It sounded more like a friend. Or… a boyfriend?

Wallace shut down the wave of longing that hit him before he could get swept away in it. He’d only met the spark twice, and he was… he was him . So no, obviously Volt hadn’t meant it like that. But maybe Volt didn’t see this as quite as impersonal as Wallace kept reminding himself it was, either. More than just hiring a sexbot, it was an interaction with a real person who was sharing something about himself.

Who wanted to share it with Wallace .

Volt hummed quietly, a soothing sound, but didn’t try to push Wallace to respond.

He was just… there. Letting Wallace have the time and space he needed, but not leaving him to flounder through his feelings all alone, either.

Wallace swallowed hard, his eyes pricking with tears again. Because god, the way Volt had described it… Taking care of his boys, caring for them, punishing and guiding them.

It sounded kind of wonderful.

Well, the punishment part worried Wallace a little if he was being honest, but if it came with guidance, with giving him every little thing he needed? If it made him feel like this , safe and secure even when he was freaking out?

Wallace had more money than he knew what to do with, but he didn’t think he’d ever had that before. Never had what he truly needed . He wasn’t even sure he knew what that was.

But he was pretty sure that Volt would be able to figure it out anyway.

His thundering heart finally started to settle down, the warmth of Volt’s body soothing and surrounding him like a security blanket. It helped him ignore that Volt had also said he liked doing all of that for his boys… plural. Maybe Wallace could even convince himself that was a good thing, since it emphasized how experienced Volt was.

But in Wallace’s mind, in his fantasy, he could still be the only one.

And, for the hours that he was paying for Volt’s time, at least, he would be.

“That’s it,” Volt murmured, pulling Wallace closer and rubbing soothing circles on his back. “Okay?”

He opened his eyes. “I… I think so.” He took a deep breath. He wanted this, and he could have it. “Can you tell me more about, uh, calling yourself Daddy? What it means to you?”

Volt searched Wallace’s face for a long time, though Wallace didn’t know what he was looking for. He finally seemed to find it, though, because he gently said, “of course.” He stepped back, holding onto Wallace’s hands, then added, “Would you like to sit down for this conversation?”

“Uh, sure.”

Wallace looked around. Volt was standing in front of the cozy chair, and the bed was on the opposite side of the room. Wallace could bring over the wooden, straight-backed chair or sit on the bed. Neither really appealed, for very different reasons.

What Wallace really wanted was not to have that sudden space between them. He liked how Volt was holding his hands. It was comforting, and he was feeling a little overwhelmed, but what he really wanted…

“Would you like to sit on my lap like last time?”

Wallace nodded again, relieved that he didn’t have to ask.

Volt cupped his face again. “Beautiful boy. I can’t wait to see you bloom. One day, you won’t be afraid to ask for anything.”

Wallace couldn’t really imagine that moment, but he loved Volt’s compliments, falling on him softly, like flower petals.

Volt seated himself in the cozy chair and gave Wallace’s hands a little tug. Wallace felt like he floated into Volt’s lap, for once not even concerned about his weight.

Volt was a spark, built of steel and elastomers, his gears and pistons making him effortlessly stronger than a human. To Volt, Wallace simply wasn’t heavy.

They got comfortable together, which somehow led to Volt nuzzling along Wallace’s forehead, like he wanted to breathe him in.

Or like maybe he was starved for touch.

Wallace couldn’t imagine how that was possible with Volt’s profession, but he loved how it felt anyway. Like Volt was waiting just for him .

If it was a lie, he wanted to believe it. And in this room, for this little window of time, he could.

Wallace hardly felt self-conscious at all as he snuggled into Volt’s chest, feeling the warm, smooth flesh against his cheek. He kept sneaking little touches of Volt’s naked chest and growing increasingly brave.

It was still astonishing to him that he got to touch a man like this. That it could feel so impossibly good, that he was truly allowed to do it… and that Volt seemed to enjoy it, too.

But after a bit, Volt finally pulled away so they could see each other. “So, you asked about Daddy kink.”

Wallace sighed. He wanted to hear it, but he would have been fine just touching Volt’s muscular pecs all day. Teasing himself with the idea of those irresistible nipples.

He reached for one, then jerked his hand back and tried to focus

Volt wrapped a broad hand over Wallace’s, bringing it back to the center of his chest with a heated smile. “Keep doing that, baby. We’ll talk at the same time.”

Wallace could feel the smile growing on his own face, though he tried to keep it hidden by looking down. It was just so enchanting to touch Volt’s chest. He hadn’t quite made it to Volt’s lush, pink nipple, but he was enjoying the warmth of his skin.

And even more, the rumble against Wallace’s ear when he spoke, answering Wallace’s question.

“Daddy kink is different for everyone of course, but for me it means that instead of having a submissive who mostly serves me, I have the honor of serving my submissive. I get to take on the role of someone older and wiser, someone protective, who takes care of his boy. This can be spoiling him or punishing him—whatever he needs to be his best self and feel fulfilled.”

Wallace’s body flushed with heat and longing. When Volt explained it like that , it… well, it sounded too good to be true. “How does punishing someone make them feel fulfilled?”

He’d read about that a little, but he couldn’t quite make it make sense. “Fulfilled” was definitely not how he’d ever felt when he’d been punished in the past. But maybe it was different when it was kinky?

“Think of it this way,” Volt murmured, his arms tight and secure around Wallace’s body. “If you’ve done something you regret, sometimes that feeling can linger for a long time. A punishment can give it closure. Let it all wash away so that you start fresh. It also helps you to remember to make better choices in the future.”

Wallace found himself nodding. He didn’t want to be punished, but the absolution at the end sounded divine. He carried so many worries and regrets around with him.

“A punishment hurts, though, doesn’t it?” he asked tentatively, keeping his eyes firmly on Volt’s chest.

Still, he’d swear he could hear a tender smile in the spark’s voice when he replied.

“It depends. There are funishments—pretend punishments that just feel good to both people, an enjoyable roleplay for the emotional and sometimes sexual release. But in a Dom/sub relationship, there can also be real punishments, too.”

“For what?”

“Well, if a sub doesn’t follow through on an agreement in their relationship, maybe like a commitment to be honest or take care of himself, the Dom might give him a punishment as a reminder of his disappointment and expectations to improve. These might be physically painful, or they could be emotionally painful—but the point is that they always end.” Volt started rubbing those soothing circles on his back again. And once the punishment ends, you’re forgiven.”

A shudder went through him. A good one. It was a lot of ideas at once, but it also helped him finally understand the things he’d read in a whole new way. A really, really appealing way.

Except…

“I wouldn’t want to disappoint you,” he whispered.

That sounded terrible. Nauseating.

“I don’t think you’re the type of person who ever would.” Volt dropped a kiss on his forehead. “Is that something that sounds interesting to you?”

“The, um, punishments? Yeah, I think so,” Wallace surprised himself by saying. “As long as it doesn’t hurt too much.”

Volt grinned. “Your body might surprise you. But each body’s different. It’s my job to figure out what’s right for you.”

Something inside Wallace relaxed. So far, Volt had done an amazing job of doing that.

“Would I have to call you… Daddy?”

It was easier saying it this time.

“Nope,” Volt said easily, making Wallace relax even further. “Daddy kink is a mindset. If it’s something you’re interested in exploring, you can use a different word or nothing at all.”

“But you’d like it? If I called you that?”

Wallace was probably imagining the split second of hesitation before Volt answered, “It’s one of many things that I would enjoy, but not at all necessary.”

He liked how Volt didn’t remind him that this was a paid transaction. That Wallace, as a customer, could call Volt anything he liked. Instead, this sounded more like a negotiation between two people, talking about what they wanted. It sounded real .

“I think I’d like to try it,” Wallace said, his pulse starting to race again with the confession. “Calling you Daddy, that is.”

He held his breath. He could feel himself blushing as he said it. But that was okay, at least with Volt. Because it felt… special, too. Intimate. Like he could be as vulnerable and small as he wanted, and Volt really would take care of him.

Thinking of him as Daddy was so different from his thinking of his actual father that the words didn’t seem to be in the same language

“Thank you, baby boy. Do you like it when I call you that?”

Wallace’s blush had to be creeping down up to his hairline. “Yes?”

He adored it, so he wasn’t sure why he’d made it a question.

There was something else he thought he might like even more, though… but that was way too much to even contemplate.

What he had now was good. Better than anything in his life.

He didn’t need more than this. And he wasn’t willing to risk it by getting greedy.

He pushed that thought away and another one flitted across his mind. He blurted it out before he could stop himself. “You’re not thinking of me as a kid, right?”

He’d read about that too, and quickly scrolled away. That definitely wasn’t for him.

“I’m still an adult,” Wallace clarified, “who just might need some, uh, guidance sometimes.”

Some love. He wanted love .

His throat closed up. He wanted someone who cherished him. Someone who offered everything that Volt seemed to be offering. Someone who wanted him exactly like he was, a thirty-two-year-old man who apparently liked being called baby boy.

Volt kissed his head again. “Ah. Age play sometimes goes along with Daddy kink, but it definitely doesn’t have to.”

“Yeah, not that.”

“Good.” Volt beamed. “You’re setting limits. I’m so proud of you, baby boy.”

Oh, he was, wasn’t he?

He shouldn’t have felt so proud of himself, but he did. And he wanted more of feeling. More of all of it.

He smoothed his hand over Volt’s chest, peeking up at him. “So, how do we do this?”

“There’s no one right way. It often evolves naturally. I’ll try to notice what you need and provide it. But we’re still getting to know each other, so you’ll need to tell me more. For example, you seemed tired today. I can see the bags under your eyes.”

He gently swept across the tender skin with one thumb.

“Yeah,” Wallace agreed, feeling a little emotional that… well, that someone had noticed. “I had to go into work over the weekend.”

“You don’t usually?”

“No. There was a—” Wallace stopped to figure out what he was allowed to say. The security breach over the weekend was supposed to stay out of public awareness as much as possible. “There was a problem at work. I had to be there to keep things under control.”

Volt smiled at him. “It sounds like you made a difference. You’re a big asset to your company. They must appreciate you.”

Wallace squirmed, his stomach twisting into a knot of shame.

“Not really,” he whispered, his throat feeling tight.

He tried to do everything he could think of. He’d arrived earlier and stayed later than anyone else. He’d thanked people for their hard work. He’d asked the corporate cafeteria to pay their team overtime and keep fresh coffee and platters of sandwiches and cookies coming throughout the weekend.

Yet when his father had popped in for an hour on Saturday with a load of brick-oven pizzas and fancy donuts, he was the one that everyone had cheered and high-fived. Wallace’s brother Rick had done the same thing on Sunday, presiding over the taco bar that a catering staff was setting up while he handed out beers and winking each time he told someone to drink responsibly.

Wallace’s sandwiches had sat there, getting dry and hard, while everyone took an hour off to relax and celebrate their successes.

Why hadn’t Wallace thought of anything like that?

And then there was Ben.

Wallace swore he wanted the sneaky asshole fired… but he kept remembering that look of panic in his eyes when he’d finally confronted him about Maxamillion.

For a moment, he’d looked terrified, and Wallace had felt an instinctive flash of empathy.

He was all too familiar with that feeling.

Volt’s thumb smoothed across Wallace’s brow. “What are you thinking about, sweet boy?”

Wallace wanted to tell him everything. It was just so nice to have someone ask , someone who he knew would actually listen. But he couldn’t, so he sifted through what he was actually allowed to say. Not Orbit’s proprietary details, but what was really at the heart of it.

“If someone was doing something illegal, something that puts other people at risk, they should be stopped, right?”

Volt’s eyebrows rose. “Are you doing something illegal?”

“No! No, not me.” He hadn’t realized how that would sound. “Someone else. I’m almost certain. I told him if he was doing it, I would make sure he was exposed and stopped. But now I’m not sure if it was the right thing.”

He never would have admitted that—maybe not even to himself—if Volt weren’t holding him like this with such a look of understanding on his face, creating a safe space where, whether Wallace was paying for the privilege or not, he trusted that he could be real .

He looked up at Volt, at his Daddy , desperately wanting some kind of perspective.

“Ahhh… So I can’t speak to the situation without understanding more” Volt said slowly, smiling tenderly and pressing a finger to Wallace’s lips when he opened them. “No, don’t tell me. It’s not my business. I can confidently say that sometimes things that are legal are still immoral and vice versa, though. Is a mother who steals a loaf of bread for her starving children wrong? It helps to have context. But generally people shouldn’t break laws or endanger others, and when they do, they should be stopped. So, was the thing this person did illegal or unethical?”

“Illegal,” Wallace answered promptly. “And unethical? Or at least negligent.”

He wasn’t sure why it was coming out as a question. Maybe because he wasn’t as confident as he wanted to be in blaming Ben.

“There weren’t any starving children.” He was more confident about that. Ben didn’t seem to care about anyone but himself. “If I can stop him, he won’t be able to do it again.”

Volt tucked Wallace’s hair behind his ear, tracing the frame of his glasses. It was a gesture so endearing that Wallace wanted to melt into a puddle of goo right there.

Volt kept going, tracing his thumb across Wallace’s cheek. “So what you’re really asking for is absolution. You need to feel that you made the right call, even if it was difficult.”

Wallace’s cheeks burned. The decision hadn’t felt difficult at all when Ben was looking at him with that insufferably superior grin, too unbothered to even turn and face him.

But now that he was here, he could feel it. All of the stress of trying to live up to his father’s expectations weighing down on him like boulders. His employees’ expectations adding on more heavy stones, hundreds of them. And then Ben, who would dance on the pile, oblivious to how hard Wallace was working just to get by.

None of them had any idea that he was faking all of it.

None of them knew, or would care, how hard it was.

Still, there was a little jagged worry in his belly that maybe Ben wasn’t as okay as he seemed, either. That maybe Wallace shouldn’t have threatened him before asking what was going on.

But would Ben have just lied to him?

Wallace felt like he was drowning in second guesses. His stomach had been clenched tight for days, and as good as it felt to be in Volt’s arms, he didn’t know how to really, truly let it all go.

But maybe he didn’t have to. That’s what a Daddy was for, right? That’s why Wallace had come.

“I propose a spanking,” came Volt’s deep voice. “I think that’s what you’re really asking for right now.”

“I am?” He’d thought he wanted Volt to kiss it all better. To snuggle him and make it all go away.

Spankings sounded like they would hurt.

But Volt looked so kind when he said it. So compassionate and adoring. “You are, baby. And I promise you’ll feel better. If not at first, then by the time we’re done.”

Wallace found himself nodding, the tension holding him hostage already starting to unwind inside him. If Volt said it, it seemed like it had to be true.

And he was so eager to try anything that Volt suggested.

“Alright.”

“Remember, you can stop me at any time.”

Wallace nodded his agreement. That was good. Volt wouldn’t really hurt him, would he?

Then Volt did something that absolutely stunned him. He stroked his fingers up Wallace’s cheek and removed his glasses.

It probably shouldn’t have felt so intimate, but it hit him somewhere deep inside. The world went soft and hazy, leaving him helpless to make out anything beyond Volt’s gorgeous face.

He felt vulnerable and somehow… safe. He could hear Volt folding the glasses and setting them on the side table, as careful with Wallace’s possessions as he was with Wallace himself.

“Stand up for just a sec, sweet boy.”

When Wallace complied, Volt surprised him by moving the straight-backed chair, a blur at first, to the center of the room, sitting down, and patting his lap.

Wallace swallowed. He hadn’t realized that they’d start quite so soon. And was he supposed to just… lean over Volt’s lap?

Even with Volt’s long legs, Wallace wasn’t sure there’d be room for him. And it would be so undignified! He would look… god, he would look ridiculous.

Wallace clutched his hands in front of him, nervously twisting his fingers as all the insecurities that had started to fade into the background suddenly rushed front and center again with a vengeance.

“Uhn uh,” Volt corrected gently. “Nothing to be shy about. Daddy’s got you.”

He pulled Wallace’s hands forward until he had no choice but to sprawl over those thick, strong thighs.

It was awkward as hell. Wallace felt certain he would fall despite Volt’s strong arm across his back. His face burned. He knew he looked ridiculous, his hands grasping toward the floor and his knees bent without finding any real purchase.

He was also embarrassingly, shamefully aroused.

How could he not be, when Volt had manhandled him so thoroughly? When his uncontrollable erection was, even now, rubbing against Volt’s leg? When Volt was stepping in and taking care of him?

Volt ran one hand over his butt, and Wallace jumped. No one had ever touched him like that before, and he wasn’t sure whether he was allowed to like it or not.

“You don’t have to…” he started.

“Oh, but I do,” Volt purred. “This gorgeous ass is too good to pass up.”

There was no way that was true, but Volt was stroking and kneading now, awakening nerves that Wallace hadn’t even known existed.

Wallace whimpered, pressing his lips together tightly as soon as the sound escaped him.

“God, what a perfect ass.”

Volt palmed huge handfuls, his fingertips gliding closer and closer to the seam of Wallace’s pants, lighting him up in such an erotic way Wallace wondered if he was doing this wrong. It was supposed to be a punishment . Volt had said so.

But… would Volt want to touch him more there? And what would it be like if he did?

Volt ran one finger up the crack of his ass, and Wallace moaned despite himself.

It was thrilling. Dangerous.

And so, so good it was all Wallace could do not to start humping his leg.

“Mmmm… I’d love to spank your bare skin and see how you pink up for me. But I know removing clothing is one of your soft limits. What are you comfortable with today?”

If Volt had asked any other way, Wallace probably would have cringed with embarrassment and said no. But knowing that he could decline, and hearing how much Volt wanted him, had unexpected words tumbling out of his mouth.

“Okay, uh, Daddy.” The word still felt awkward on his tongue, but saying it made him even harder. “You can… can pull my pants down.”

“Oh, such a good boy.” Volt’s hand was already reaching around Wallace’s soft belly, unclipping his suspenders and making quick work of his fly.

It only took a few quick tugs, then Wallace felt the rush of cold air against his pale, flabby ass. He was exposed. Fully exposed. His suit pants were still tight around his thighs, trapping him in place, and Volt could see everything.

It was mortifying .

And he was so damned hard it hurt.

His dick was touching Volt’s skin.

Even if he didn’t move, he might come, just from this.

Volt’s leg was so soft, yet layered over exquisite muscle. And god, he was so warm. Human-body warm. So incredibly real .

It wasn’t about whether or not Wallace’s dick was touching another person, but that he was touching a man. An incredibly gorgeous, muscular man.

It left Wallace shaking. It was at once the most magnificent feeling, and the most terrifying.

He was really, really gay. There was no hiding how embarrassingly turned on he was.

There was no hiding how different his weak, squishy body was from Volt’s either.

It all felt like too much, but before he could protest or squirm away or die of shame or anything , Volt was running his fingers over the exposed skin. And then Wallace couldn’t move.

Didn’t want to.

Ever.

“Mmmmmm…” Volt hummed. “You’re such a delicious mouthful, creampuff.” He grabbed a handful of Wallace’s buttock and jiggled it. “Just look at you.”

Wallace’s face couldn’t get any redder, with his head already tipped down and his shame burning through him. But he couldn’t lie to himself.

He loved it at the same time.

Wallace was fat. He’d been shamed for it since his earliest memories. Yet Volt seemed to genuinely adore his flesh. He wasn’t doing that bullshit you’re not that fat thing. He was looking at Wallace and… getting aroused.

The evidence was pressing up against Wallace’s soft belly, through that tantalizing loincloth Volt was wearing.

Maybe an erection was something that Volt’s mechanical body could control as easily as lifting a finger, but he was talking like he wanted to eat Wallace all up. Calling him creampuff like it was the highest compliment, the sweetest pet name.

Volt’s fingers kept teasing as he spoke. “You had a rough weekend, baby. And you had to do something difficult. Something you need to be punished for.”

It came out as a smokey promise.

Wallace wasn’t sure if that was true, but some part of him wanted it to be. If there were really absolution at the end. If someone was seeing him for once…

“But I’m also punishing you for something else,” Volt went on. “Do you know what it is?”

Wallace shook his head, the blood rushing downward.

He had no idea. Had he done something else to disappoint Volt already?

Volt’s big hand smoothed over his ass, squeezing it. “You haven’t been taking care of yourself. I don’t want to see those bags under your eyes anymore.”

Wallace could have wept. That wasn’t Wallace being a disappointment. That was Daddy seeing how exhausted he was and wanting to take care of him.

When was the last time someone, anyone in Wallace’s life, had even noticed, let alone cared?

“Are you ready for your punishment?”

“Yes, Daddy,” he whispered, the word rolling off his tongue so naturally this time that he would have been shocked at himself if he wasn’t feeling so wonderfully overwhelmed by it all.

“You might cry,” Volt warned him. “You might scream or even try to get away. But don’t worry. I’m not going to let you.”

God, why did that make him so hot?

“But if you say stop , everything stops, alright?”

Wallace nodded, his head still dangling down as his cock started to throb against Volt’s leg. “Okay.”

He sure as hell hoped he was okay. He was feeling so many things at once that it was more a prayer than a promise.

It was also all the warning that he got.

Thwack.

Wallace gasped, his whole body jerking at the impact. It fucking hurt! He could still feel the stinging shock of it on his left buttcheek as Volt came down with another slap on his right, not giving him even a moment to recover or react.

Thwack.

Wallace screamed, or… or something . He didn’t recognize the sounds coming out of his mouth. He tried to squirm away. He couldn’t help it. His ass was burning.

But Volt didn’t let him get away. He only clamped down harder, just like he’d promised, his arm going tight on Wallace’s back while his legs tilted up at the knee to push Wallace back against his hard torso.

And his hard cock.

“Oh, no, baby boy, you’re going to take all of this. You need to take better care of yourself. You’re too important not to, and it’s Daddy’s job to make sure you remember that.”

The words were white noise, Wallace’s entire reality narrowing to the rhythm of pain as Volt’s hand rained down on his ass again and again. Right check, then left. Back and forth, over and over, a relentless torrent of fire as Volt held him securely and reminded him why he was being punished, heedless of Wallace’s cries and futile, instinctive attempts to flee.

And somehow… that made Wallace feel completely safe. Anchored. His ass was aflame, but the roiling pit of emotion he’d been drowning in had burned up in the inferno.

And he couldn’t get away. Daddy wouldn’t let him. Which left him free to just be .

Daddy was in control, which meant he didn’t have to be.

Daddy would punish him. And then he would do better.

Get more sleep.

Take care of himself.

Make his Daddy proud.

As soon as he had that thought, something inside him flipped, the pain turning into bright flashes of ecstasy.

Instead of pulling away from the strikes, Wallace started pushing up into them. Begging wordlessly for more. Thrusting his cock, which had momentarily gone soft and was now rising again, against Volt’s leg.

All that fire turned into urgency, and the urgency was overwhelming. He needed… he just needed…

“There we go, baby. That’s it. Take what you need.” Volt’s hands moved down just a few inches, the next strike landing on the tender place where Wallace’s ass met his things, waking up a whole new symphony of sensation as he struck harder.

It was amazing. It was gorgeous. There were no words for it.

With just a little more friction, he might…

“I’m gonna come!” he shouted out helplessly.

This was a punishment. He wasn’t supposed to be enjoying it.

But there was no way not to. It felt too good, singing to something inside of him that he hadn’t known was there.

And Volt wasn’t disappointed in him. Not anymore. He only struck harder, his voice at a husky growl. “That’s right, baby boy. Come all over my leg. You’re taking this so well. Daddy’s proud of you. Now be good and give me all your cream.”

That was it. Wallace couldn’t wait a second longer. Volt’s hands. Volt’s words. Volt. Volt. Volt.

The world seemed to explode around him in a kaleidoscope of colors as his cock exploded against Volt’s leg. Giving it to him .

Volt was in charge, but Wallace was claiming him, too. Giving Volt his due. Giving everything that Wallace had.

Pleasure whited out his senses as the orgasm slammed into him, his voice raw from the primal, unchecked sounds that came out of him. But for once, there was no shame at all.

There wasn’t any room for it.

Volt added a few last slaps, extending Wallace’s euphoria until the world settled back into focus. And finally, finally Wallace collapsed on his lap, draping over his thick thighs as if he’d become completely boneless, his insides as soft as the fuzzy, gentle edges of reality around him.

“Look at you,” Volt murmured, running broad hands over his heated backside and making little sparks of desire flash through him, little gifts that extended the afterglow. “You’re stunning.”

Wallace was relaxed and hazy, soaking it all in. The soothing sound of Volt’s voice. The strong hands holding him with such tenderness. No rush to do anything other than be.

But eventually, he shook his head, the awkward angle just starting to feel uncomfortable.

As if that were a signal, Volt was manhandling him again. Wallace let himself be moved and coaxed until he was upright and straddling Volt’s lap. His pants were rucked up around his waist and his face was pressed into Volt’s firm chest.

He felt like he was floating in an ocean of warmth and care.

Volt kissed across Wallace’s forehead, then tilted his face up to wipe it down with a tissue that had emerged from somewhere, interspersed with more soft kisses.

“Blow,” Volt instructed, and Wallace found himself blowing into a tissue like a little child. He hadn’t realized until that moment how much snot and tears had backed up inside him while he was bent over the chair.

He’d been crying this whole time and hadn’t even realized.

Volt kept cleaning and kissing, touching him like he was spun glass. “You were so good for me. So beautiful, creampuff. If only you could see yourself. You’re gorgeous.”

Wallace blinked. His vision was still crystalline and hazy. “You think so?”

“I do. You’re adorable. Sexy. So pretty, with those tears in your eyes.”

“Yeah?” Wallace asked eagerly. He didn’t even care that it was pathetic. He was vulnerable and needy. He just needed to hear it a few more times, to feed his starving soul.

“Magnificent. Ruined and delicate in the best possible way. And you’re going to take care of yourself better now, aren’t you? For Daddy?”

Wallace nodded so fast that the room spun.

Then Volt was gripping the back of his neck, fusing their mouths together. Volt’s lips were hungry, yet tender. Wallace couldn’t compete, and he didn’t try, letting Volt take over completely. It was all he could do to let himself be kissed, reaching out with his tongue for whatever Volt wanted to give him. To soak in all of the affection and adoration.

To believe for a moment that Volt, miraculously, wanted him. Exactly like this.

That Volt thought he was beautiful. That Volt cared enough to want him to sleep better.

Wallace had never been kissed like this before. But eventually, he had to draw back to breathe.

Volt, as an android, didn’t need to worry about things like that.

And the way Volt was looking at him… It would be so easy to just lean forward and continue kissing him all night.

Wallace swallowed, some of the blissful haze clearing as reality started to settle back in.

That wasn’t his right. They weren’t really in a relationship. Volt probably had other clients. Now that Wallace had gotten what he paid for, he should probably leave.

He pulled back a little farther, but Volt’s arms were like bands of steel across his back, pushing him closer. “Where are you going, sweet boy?”

Wallace’s heart fluttered. His voice came out small. “Uh, I mean, we’re done, right?”

Volt pulled him back, emerald eyes searching his. “Do you want to be done?”

Wallace couldn’t speak. He didn’t ever want to be done.

But what the fuck was he doing, dreaming up some fantasy of love and eternal commitment with a sexbot spark he’d met two times?

Volt’s voice was low, wrapping around him. “We agreed that you’d let me ask you three things each time you visited. I’ve only asked for two, isn’t that right?”

Wallace blinked. Oh. The spanking, and then pulling down his pants, were only two things, Wallace supposed. Both terrifying for a moment, then wonderful.

He found himself nodding, a tentative, hot thrill curling though him.

Maybe there was a way he could stay a little longer. Maybe there was still time to have a little more of all this .

“Yes,” Wallace whispered. “You’ve only asked for two today.”

Volt’s grin was teasing. Pleased. “That means I get one more.”

“Alright.” Wallace felt shy again. Shy and aroused. Adored. Wanted. “What is it?”

Volt smoothed back Wallace’s hair, cupping his face. “Come over to the bed and take a nap with me. You need your rest.”

Wallace swallowed hard. Was that really…? Could that possibly be what Volt wanted ?

Or was he just so good at his job that he knew what Wallace would want to hear, before Wallace even knew it himself?

Wallace knew that the difference should matter, but right now he couldn’t bear to contemplate it. If Volt wanted to request it, he was going to grab the opportunity with both hands.

“Alright,” he said, almost too quietly to be heard.

“Alright, what?” Volt prompted.

It took him a moment to figure out what Volt meant.

“Alright, Daddy.”

God, was he ever going to stop blushing around this man?

Volt led him to bed.

It turned out that snuggling beside the spark was better than anything he could have imagined. He hardly dared to fall asleep, afraid of missing even a moment of Volt’s soothing hands on his back and combing through his hair.

But Volt lowered the lights with a thought, his breath warm on Wallace’s forehead and their limbs tangled together, and Wallace’s body obeyed him without his permission, dragging him down toward sleep.

Wallace nuzzled closer, his eyes drifting shut as he made a half-hearted sound of protest.

Volt stretched out and pulled a soft blanket over them.

“Don’t fight it, creampuff,” he whispered. “Be a good boy for Daddy and go to sleep now. I’ve got you” He pressed a kiss to Wallace’s forehead. “I’ll still be there in your dreams.”

Wallace nuzzled in even closer, letting his body go limp. Being good. Being Volt’s.

Knowing Volt was right.

Because Volt was Wallace’s dream. The dream Wallace hadn’t even known he was allowed to have.