Chapter 7
OLLIE
Being spoiled by my Daddy—with an in-flight movie and the kind of treats I hadn’t even known they served on airplanes and just enough naughtiness through all of it to keep me aching for more—made the flight back to New York an entirely different experience than my first plane ride.
But still, if I had any sense, the fact that we were in a tiny metal tube hurtling toward the ground would have been the thing that terrified me during the descent into John F. Kennedy International Airport.
It sure as heck had been when we’d landed in Orlando.
But this time, even though I had Da—Mr. Toussaint’s hand clutched tightly in one of mine and Dino squeezed against my chest with the other, I wasn’t worrying about my life ending in a fiery death on the runway, or about all those statistics I probably shouldn’t have looked up about how many things can go wrong during touchdown.
I was wondering if I was supposed to go back to calling him Mr. Toussaint now.
And would I ever see him again, besides in the coffee shop?
What would happen now that we were back in New York?
How much longer would he want me to be his?
And most of all, when… when would he finally get tired of me?
My lip started to tremble before I could help it.
I’d never had anyone pay as much attention to me as he did, and since I really was just as needy and clingy as some of my past boyfriends had accused me of being, I already knew it was going to leave a painful, gaping hole inside my chest when he finally quit.
“Ollie,” said Da—Mr. Toussaint, tipping my chin up and frowning at me, because of course he’d noticed. “What’s wrong, mon chéri?”
I swallowed, shaking my head.
Nothing was wrong. Nothing at all, because he was perfect and he was still calling me French things I didn’t understand and looking at me like I was the best thing in existence.
But also, everything was wrong… in the future. Because how was I ever supposed to stop missing him once my life went back to its normal state of chaotic, messy loneliness?
“Tell me,” he said. And I wanted to, I did, because wasn’t that part of being good for him? But—
“I can’t,” I whispered, because obviously I couldn’t tell him all of the stuff in my head… or even any of it. If I did, that would just make it end all the sooner.
Daddy didn’t get mad, though. His eyes just went all warm and syrupy in a way that made me start to miss him right now, instead of later, when he was actually gone.
“Yes, you can,” he said gently, like he actually believed it was true. “You can tell me anything, sweet boy.”
My mouth opened and closed like a fish for a second, every single part of me wanting that to be true, but an entire lifetime of knowing how quickly good things always ended locked the words in my throat.
But then Daddy—because I didn’t know if it was still okay to call him that but I couldn’t help it now, not until he told me to stop—then Daddy made a tsking sound, one I knew for sure meant he wanted me to be good and answer him already, and my brain just shut down all the reasons I shouldn’t and obeyed him all on its own.
“You didn’t take enough liberties,” I blurted, which sounded just as whiny and clingy as I actually was, but I couldn’t help it and couldn’t stop my mouth from running away with me now that I’d started.
“You said you’d take all of them if I said you could, and I did. I said so. But you… you didn’t.”
Not enough, anyway.
And I’d been the one to kiss him, so was that even a liberty?
Although I guess, technically, since he’d immediately taken charge and kissed me back so thoroughly that I’d made embarrassingly filthy sounds without meaning to and then melted right into my seat, then yeah.
That might count as one liberty he’d taken.
One small one. One frustrating one, since afterward he’d made me stay in my seat instead of climbing onto his lap and riding him like a pony like I’d wanted to.
Like I still wanted to.
Which, fine, okay, might have been a bit much, even for first class, but still—
“You could have taken more,” I said, with a pout that couldn’t have been a good look on me but that I honestly couldn’t help.
“I could have, mon trésor,” Daddy agreed, his lips twitching and his eyes sparkling so much that I almost forgot to worry about…
well, about everything. “But it wasn’t the time or place.
” He pressed a kiss against the inside of my wrist that made my breath hitch and my shorts suddenly feel too tight. “…yet.”
“Yet?” I whispered as a dangerously wonderful kind of hope sprung to life inside me. “Does that mean you still want to?”
“With you, I will always want to,” he murmured, his eyes dropping to my lips. “But I prefer to enjoy my ‘liberties’ in a more private setting. Will you come home with me, little one?”
I gripped the arms of my seat—well, the one. He’d raised up the other one in between us so I could snuggle against him during the flight—but I gripped it hard, just to keep from throwing myself at him again.
Because I had to be sure he meant it.
“You want me to come to your house?” I asked, my heart trying to pound its way out of my chest. “Right now, when we get off the plane?”
I held my breath, hoping.
“I do,” he said with a smile that was so sexy I almost embarrassed myself in my shorts.
I made an embarrassing squeak of pure joy, then quickly moved Dino onto my lap to hide just how excited I was, and then almost died when Daddy’s quiet laughter—laced with enough heat to make me start squirm—told me that he knew exactly why I’d put Dino there.
“Is that a yes?” he asked, leaning close to whisper it right into my ear, his hand sliding up my thigh. “You will let me take you home? You don’t have anywhere else you need to be? I may keep you with me tonight?”
He could keep me with him for always, but if I got all night, I wouldn’t be greedy. I wouldn’t.
“Yes,” I said, breathless and so horny I could barely stand it. “Please, do that, Daddy.”
Keep me.
“Such a good boy,” he murmured, kissing a spot right behind my ear that made me want to whimper and beg for I didn’t even know what.
Well, probably for some attention to the part Dino was covering up right now, since it started to swell and jerk against Dino’s backside when Daddy kept the kisses going down my neck.
And, of course, he noticed.
“This is only for me now, non?” He slipped one of his long, elegant fingers under Dino and stroked it over the soft denim of my shorts, tracing the hard ridge of my aching shaft.
“It is good that your petit jouet en peluche stands guard over what is mine. I do not want others to see what belongs to me.”
“Daddy.” I clutched at him, wanting to hump right up into his hand.
He didn’t let me, laughing that low, sexy laugh again as he stopped teasing me and wrapped his hand around my thigh instead, holding me down so firmly I couldn’t have moved if I’d wanted to.
I didn’t. I’d happily let him hold me down forever.
“We will wait to deplane until you are in a calmer state,” he said, giving me a sexy wink when I whimpered.
Other passengers had already started to grab their stuff from the overhead bins and I hadn’t even known deplane was a word, but how he thought I was ever going to get calmer when he was still touching me, had promised to take me home with him, said I belonged to him and was looking at me like this…
“I don’t think that’s going to happen,” I whispered, pressing Dino down and ever so slightly rocking my hips up against him.
I had to. It wasn’t my fault.
Daddy gave me a look, making that tsking sound again. “I thought you wanted to be good for me, sweet boy.”
I stopped moving, heat flooding my cheeks. Embarrassed that he’d caught me, but also somehow even more turned on because of that.
“Did you think I bought you the peluche to use like that?” he whispered, leaning closer as the other passengers streamed out past our seats. “Is that how you play with the toys Daddy gives you?”
“No, it, you didn’t, I’m sorry. I won’t, I…
I didn’t mean to,” I tried to say. But he reached out to pet Dino himself, pressing him down against my lap again…
and again… and again, until I couldn’t string together words that made any sense and a desperate sound burst out of me, my hips jerking upward before I could stop them.
“Sorry, Daddy,” I blurted, forcing myself to hold still again and not… not disrespect the toy.
“I don’t think you are, mon petit chaton,” Daddy said, a slow, sexy smile spreading across his face that made my stomach feel shivery. “Whatever shall we do about that?”
From any other guy I’d ever been with, that question would have sent me into a tailspin, but the way Daddy said it sent a delicious shudder through my body.
“You decide,” I whispered, which made Daddy’s eyes go molten… and the erection Dino was hiding throb so hard in response that it was a wonder I managed not to disgrace myself in my shorts.