Chapter 2 #2
He continues, “you don’t remember, but we met at last year’s Christmas party.
” I frown while trying to think back to that night.
“There was this older man that was being too pushy and pressuring me to go see his office. I said no, but he wasn’t listening and was pulling hard on my arm, then you came out of nowhere.
” I watch a fond smile grow on his face as he gets lost in the memory.
“You stopped him, then chastised him for his behaviour and said how you’ll need to report it.
After you brought me back to the bar, you got me water and made sure I was okay before leaving.
You just left. You didn’t ask me for anything in return, then you even followed through.
The next morning, Mr. Rodriguez was over for brunch, and he was complaining about you.
How you convinced Mr. Khan that an associate needed to be fired for worrisome behaviour. ”
He snuggles closer to me, “you didn’t know my last name, so you only did it to be a good person. To protect a stranger, then made sure it wouldn’t happen again by firing the man.”
“These feelings may be infatu-” I start to try to explain that high stress or traumatic experiences can cause a type of bonding, but he interrupts me.
“No, maybe at first, but not now. I’ve been working for you for several weeks, and I’ve fallen in love with you.” He says with confidence. “I love you, and you can’t tell me I don’t because they’re my feelings. You said that.”
I shake my head, not in the context of this. “Chase,” I start, and his smile is blinding, so I quickly see my mistake. “You need to understand-”
He lightly thumps my chest with his fist, “you haven’t even given me a chance. I was good during the spanking, and I’ve watched videos on how to be a good boy for your-” he cuts himself off.
I huff out a laugh with a shake of my head, “your what? You’re proposing a relationship, and you can’t even completely talk to me.”
“Fine,” he mutters as he sits up, then straddles my thighs. “I can’t call you sir because you’re not my sir. You’re my daddy, and I’m your boy. And before you say I’m not, I’ve heard you call me boy before.”
I put my head back to rest on the couch, so I’m now looking at the ceiling.
What am I going to do with this boy? Chase takes my shift in position as an invitation and shuffles down my thighs before cupping my pec to suck on my nipple.
I bury the moan that wants to release down my throat before rubbing a hand down my face.
I look down at him, and he has his eyes closed, obviously enjoying himself. “The conversation isn’t over,” I say.
He frowns as he shifts away from my chest but remains on my lap.
“Can’t you just give me a chance?” He threads one hand through my chest hair, then with the other draws patterns on his thigh.
“I’ll be better at work, and you know, listen better.
I can do those things! I just tried really hard that first week, but you didn’t say anything until the end of the week, when you said you were confident I could work alone with limited supervision.
I didn’t like that. Then, when I started being bad, you started checking in with me more, then made it so I had to work some of my day in your office. ”
“So, to summarize, you have been making my life harder just to get my attention?” I ask, and he nods with a smile before taking in my expression and turning to look guilty.
“No,” he says, but it sounds more like a question.
I raise my brows at him, and he squirms on my lap.
“Okay, but I just wanted to be close to you. I know I didn’t do it in the best way, but I didn’t know how else to.
” He shrugs before wrapping his arms around my neck, pulling us tightly together.
So now my face is squashed against his chest, and his cheek is on top of my head, resting.
“Chase,” I say, but it’s muffled because of his tight grip. I feel him shrug, and I repeat his name.
“Can’t you just give me a chance? It’s Friday, just give me the weekend, please,” he says with a voice riddled with anxiety.
Putting my hands on his waist, I nudge him back, and after a second, he does while giving me a forlorn look.
I study his face, trying to gauge what to do.
There is no doubt that the boy is attractive, and a weekend with him would be an experience, but it doesn’t seem like he’s looking for a hookup.
Could he really be in love with me? I haven’t suspected anything, even when the other partners teased about Chase’s following me like an eager puppy.
Not when staff like Mia teased Chase himself about having a work crush.
I never guessed his crush could be on me, but now that I think about it.
He does often give me compliments and is eager to know about my personal life.
I just assumed he was being an asshole, trying to show how little he respected me.
Maybe I wrote him off too quickly. Though, is this even what I want?
What does a relationship with Chase even look like?
I bring myself out of my thoughts and focus back on him. He’s tracing a pattern into his thigh, and the other is lightly playing with the hair on my stomach. He’s looking down with sadness, clear on his face, and it appears to be genuine. I sigh, “what are your expectations?”
He lifts his head to look at me while his face shows concentration.
“I wan-was hoping,” I smile at his self correction.
He’s worried about being too demanding, and it seems like my smile gives him confidence as he continues.
“That you would be my boyfriend exclusively. That you would be my daddy and help take care of me, but not like sippy cup stuff. More like how at work you give me tasks to do and make me a schedule for my day.” I go to remind him that he hasn’t been listening.
But he rushes on, “and I’ll listen, I promise.
I just maybe you could give me rewards when I do good and punishments when I’m bad. ”
“For example?” I ask.
He smiles, “like when I’m bad,” he squirms, “spanking me or something like that or maybe denying me. Then, when I’m good, for example, when I complete a task, you would give me a kiss.”
“You want your reward to be a kiss?” I ask, finding myself laughing. He nods eagerly, flicking his eyes to my mouth. “That’s the only reward you want, just a kiss?”
He frowns in thought, “well, I guess other things too, but mainly kisses.”
“Okay, what else?” I ask.
“What do you mean?” He asks, “I already said everything I want.”
“You want to be exclusive, you said,” he immediately nods. “Okay, does that mean you want to be public with our relationship?”
“Of course! I’ve already told my friends and dad about you.
Most people at work already know I love you.
” He says, and I frown at everyone at work already knows.
He matches my frown, “they have a bet about if you will ever give me a chance. It’s 99 to 1, Frank is the only one that thinks I have a chance.
Then they have one about how long it will take you to fire me. ”
I’m not surprised to hear Frank is the only one who put his faith in Chase.
The man has been with his wife, Maggie, since he was 14 and has never wavered.
And because of this, he’s a hopeless romantic who thinks romcoms happen in real life.
“Is Frank the one who gave you the advice to bring sweets on Thursday?”
He nods proudly, “he said Maggie used to bring him an extra brownie on Fridays when they were in school together, and now she makes brownies every Friday.”
I hum, feeling unsure, which is odd since I’m normally very decisive. “What are your hard and soft limits?”
“Nothing,” he quickly answers, and I remain quiet, waiting.
After a minute of me just staring at him, while he squirms. He answers properly, “I didn’t like it when you left because it made me scared that you were going to just leave me there.
I didn’t like it when you took your hand off my back because I don’t know.
I just like how being touched by you makes me feel more connected to you. ”
I nod, “and outside of what we just did. What are your hard and soft limits?”
He shrugs, “I don’t think I would like being slapped in the face, but anywhere else would be okay.
” He squirms, “I really liked it when you spanked me, and I like watching videos when one of the partners gets his cock slapped, so I think I might like it if you did that to punish me. I don’t think I want to try anything with blood or pee and stuff, or really spitting on me.
I like being tied up like before, but maybe not hanging from the ceiling or put in a cage. ”
I laugh with a shake of my head, “some videos you’ve been watching.”
“Very educational,” he smiles broadly at me. “So, you’ll give me a chance?”