Chapter 1
Chapter One
Connor
S queezing my eyes shut, I try to relax into the mattress and get into the blowjob. My soft dick gives a pitiful twitch but doesn’t show much more enthusiasm. The omega I hired for the night is not doing it for me. Not enough spit and lips, too much teeth and hands. I’m sure his ass would be nice and wet, the smell of his slick palpable, but I can also scent his disinterest. I don’t want to fuck someone that’s not into it.
“You like that, Daddy?’ he asks, twisting my dick almost painfully. He cringes when he calls me ‘Daddy’, then tries to cover it by lowering his head to my cock.
There it is. The crux of the problem.
Putting us both out of our misery, I pull my flaccid dick from his lips and sit up. He pouts and moves back, giving me room to walk past him. “Hated it,” I throw over my shoulder, moving to the bar to pour us both a drink.
It’s cruel, I know, but I’m honest. At forty-two, I have no time to lie to anyone, no matter if the truth will hurt their feelings or not. But this boy doesn’t seem like he cares. He hops to his feet and saunters over to me in what I’m sure he thinks is alluring. It’s doing nothing for me.
I won’t deny he’s easy on the eyes. He’s pretty with nice, delicate features that make him look like he’s fragile and needs taking care of—the perfect look for a boy. I wasn’t disappointed when I saw him after I requested a boy for the night on the exclusive escort service I’ve been a member of for the two years since my divorce.
My ex wasn’t into Daddy kink, saying he felt like it degraded him and was unwilling to try it. Instead of resenting him for not being what I wanted, we decided a divorce would be the best thing. We had been married for five years, but we were well on our way to being more like roommates than a married couple, though we still fucked like rabbits. The love wasn’t there, and I suspect it had always been that way, but we were so blinded by the mind-blowing sex that we confused it for love and tied our lives together. Up until the last time we had sex—the day we finalized our divorce—the sex was still the best I’d ever had. He’s happily married to an alpha he’s actually in love with, so going back to him for consistent sex is out.
The escort service is my go-to for when I need to blow off some steam. I work long hours, and I’m usually too tired to find someone on my own. I don’t respond to matches on dating apps often enough to keep the omega’s interest. It’s probably not the best thing to use an escort service, knowing I’m looking for someone specific. But calling the service is the closest I’ve come to finding a boy, even if they are temporary.
I no longer want temporary. I want to find the omega that fits me, so I can spoil him, discipline him, love him, and make him mine forever.
Looking at the dainty omega in front of me now, giving me what he might think are fuck-me eyes and biting his lip in a way that would be sexy to anyone that didn’t know how horrible his head is, I realize I’m getting too old and too tired to keep trying new boys.
“Why hate, Daddy?” He takes the glass of cranberry vodka I poured for him, drinking half of it in one go, grimacing again at calling me Daddy. His voice sounds so hollow and unfeeling, not giving the title any consideration. He’s just a man getting paid to play the part, not anyone who has the desire to be my boy, temporary or not.
After taking a sip of my drink, I set it down and pull my phone from my pocket. “You need training, and I don’t have the time or desire to show you how I like my dick sucked.” He pokes his lip out but has a playful glint in his eyes. I know he’s not taking any of what I’m saying personally. “I’ll still pay your fee, since you showed up and…tried.” Opening the banking app, I wire the money to the account the service gave to me before he arrived.
When his phone chirps, a smile spreads across his face, and he throws his arms around me. “Thank you, Daddy!”
Got some enthusiasm that time around. I roll my eyes.
After putting his glass down, the pretty omega hurries across the room to grab his things, puts his shoes back on and throws on his coat. “Ask for me next time you’re in need. I’ll have more training by then.” He blows me a kiss and breezes out the door.
Yeah, like that will fucking happen. It’s very rare that I find a boy interesting enough to try twice. They’re good—most of them anyway — but they’re there for a job, and rarely are they trying to find a Daddy. I want permanent, forever, mine.
Irritated beyond belief, I pack up my belongings and drive the thirty minutes back to my penthouse apartment. Ordinarily, I would stay in the hotel I booked for the evening, but I’m too irritated to look at the pristine sheets, knowing they weren’t put to good use tonight. When I push into my apartment, I head straight to the shower to wash the disappointment of the night away. While I’m under the spray, I wonder if I’m expecting too much from someone I call to do a service. Not everyone likes the Daddy/boy dynamic, even if they’re paid to pretend.
I’m at the point of giving up. At my age, I should already have my forever boy, not still trying to find someone that fits me. And an escort service won’t give me what I want.
With a grunt of irritation, I snatch my cloth from where I stashed it and squirt some shower gel onto it. I barely pay attention to my dick, too annoyed to jerk myself off. An orgasm or two would have helped me unwind from the work week I just had, but now, I’m even more on edge.
Stepping out of the shower, I get dressed in a pair of pajama pants and go out to my balcony. Taking a seat in my lounge chair, I lean back and look up at the stars. When will I be able to sit out here with a smile on my face, content with my life? When will I be able to bring my boy out here so he can enjoy the stars with me?
I don’t call the service often. Twice a month at most, but I’ve never come back feeling like I’m walking on clouds. If anything, I feel like it took the edge off until next time. Since I didn’t finish or even get hard, I’m more on edge now than I was before I called. My week will be hell, namely because the omega I want is off limits.
Fuck my life.