16. Volt #2
Volt beamed. “You actually think so?” It was one thing for Wallace to make peace with his profession, and another thing to say that their business was beautiful and that he liked his family.
“I know so,” Wallace confirmed. “You know, if they’re really bothering you, I could get a private investigator to check things out. Or even keep the building under surveillance.”
For a moment, Volt was excited. He’d never even considered a PI, especially since they were already reporting everything to the police. But that could be the answer to all of their troubles!
Then he checked the price. And holy shit, was that a lot of money.
When he really thought about it, he supposed it made sense—they were trained professionals who charged by the hour, and if they were watching the building twenty-four hours a day, that meant they needed to be paid for all the time.
Plus expenses. Plus insurance and potential hazard pay.
Just a week with a few trained guards switching out shifts would be a few months of his income.
“No, thank you, baby. We’ll be okay. We’ve already reported it to the police, and it’s just a note.
” Or at least he was hoping that was all it would be.
“Now, let’s talk about something else.” He squeezed Wallace’s voluptuous ass, more than ready to dive into his boyfriend and stop thinking about his troubles.
If he didn’t distract himself, he’d go around in circles all night.
And he needed to reconnect with Wallace after the last few days.
He’d thought a dozen times about going down to Orbit’s campus to visit Wallace at work, or looking up his address in the client database to show up at his home.
Would that be appreciated? Overstepping?
Wallace had invited him to meet him for lunch at work but never followed through with a date, and coming to his apartment had never come up.
The way that Wallace had pulled away made him even more worried that he wouldn’t be welcome.
Now he needed to forget everything. To be the perfect Daddy and absolutely smother his baby girl in adoration and come back to their roles, whether Wallace needed him soft or stern.
“What does my baby need?” Volt asked, taking another squeeze of that perfect round ass. He didn’t think a spanking was the right thing tonight. Maybe tomorrow, after Wallace had gotten more sleep and a few good meals inside him.
Wallace looked up at him with those deep brown eyes. “I want to serve you, Daddy.”
Volt’s first instinct was to deny it. To say that he would take care of his sub. He wanted to take Wallace apart with his mouth and his hands, then build him back up. He needed nothing for himself except for Wallace’s happiness.
But wasn’t that what he’d been doing? The thing that Wallace had called him on at the cafe? This was far from the first time Wallace had asked, either.
They both had the same fantasy, of Wallace on his knees. Yet Volt still kept resisting. It was confusing. A little worrying. He’d gone offline the first time he’d come, for God’s sake, and that was just from Wallace’s hands on his cock.
And him! A sexbot!
Angel said it would get easier. That he wouldn’t glitch so much in the future.
It just left him so vulnerable…
And that was it, wasn’t it? He was asking Wallace to be vulnerable with him, but he wasn’t willing to do the same in return.
He had to do better.
“Of course, creampuff.” His voice came out higher than he’d intended.
“Really, Daddy?” Wallace absolutely lit up, and Volt felt his arousal growing along with his adoration.
He’d been denying both of them this essential bond that they needed. “Oh, yes.” Volt made his voice dark and seductive. “Daddy’s going to use you so good.”
Wallace’s eyes flickered closed, and a full-body shudder seemed to go down his spine. “Oh, please, Daddy,” he whined.
Fuck. There was no way Volt could say no to that sweet begging.
“How do you want to serve me, baby girl?”
Wallace was already panting. “Whatever you want, Daddy.”
While that was the perfect answer—because Wallace was the perfect sub—that wasn’t what he wanted to hear. Wallace was still new to submission, and this was new to both of them together. He needed to hear clear interests and boundaries.
“Mmmm…” he purred, keeping it sexy. “Daddy likes that. But I want to know what’s in that dirty little mind of yours.”
“Daddy!” Wallace gasped, aghast, but not in true protest. His cheeks were pinking delightfully, and Volt hoped he’d never lose that sweet flush of titillating humiliation.
“Tell Daddy what you’ve been thinking,” he prompted. Then, when Wallace looked overcome, he added, “You can whisper it if you want to.”
Wallace took him up on his invitation, diving to hide himself against Volt’s neck. Volt’s spine tingled with the warm puffs of breath against his ear. “Daddy, I want you to teach me how to suck your cock.”
Volt had heard human expressions like my head was spinning, but it had never made sense until now. His sensors stopped reading. Data glitched. All except the feeling of his sub pressed against him and that sweet voice in his ear.
“On my knees,” Wallace added.
Volt felt like he was absolutely done. He could have been floating in space for all he knew. Angel had warned him about glitching and rebooting after an orgasm, but not after a few whispered words.
“Fuck…” Volt slurred. Which he hadn’t meant to say at all.
All he wanted right now was to grind against his baby. To fuck helplessly against all of that plush, warm flesh. To take Wallace’s mouth with his, again and again, until they were spilling against each other. No plan, just pure need.
But he was the Dom. He had to get his shit together. To teach Wallace how to suck his cock.
Fucking fuck.
“Alright, baby,” he managed to get out, hoping he sounded like he was in charge. “Let’s do that. You’re going to be so good for Daddy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Wallace offered. Like a plea. Like a prayer.
Volt settled onto the princess bed that made him happy every time he saw it in his space, then grabbed a few pillows to drop between his feet. “Down you go, baby boy. Get on your knees for Daddy.”
Volt’s voice came out a little rough. A little mean.
His fans whirred. He’d said words like this a thousand times in his life, but it had never felt like this.
Wallace obeyed eagerly, but Volt caught him first, reeling him in for a dirty kiss. Wallace clung to him, whimpering, just giving and giving and giving while Volt plundered his mouth.
“Strip for me first,” Volt commanded when he finally allowed Wallace to breathe. He wasn’t sure what was overtaking him, this… wildness. This need. He wanted to be patient and gentle, but the heady thrill of control was overtaking him.
Wallace looked at him, uncertain.
They’d been working on this, on Wallace’s comfort with his body, and Volt wanted to take it at whatever pace Wallace needed.
But Volt was also feeling greedy, and beneath that uncertainty on Wallace’s face, there was also a thread of hope. Of matching need.
“Daddy wants to see what’s his,” Volt told him sternly. Maybe his baby just needed to be pushed a little. “Strip. Now.”
Wallace was flushed pink by the time he took a few steps back and started removing his clothes with trembling hands.
And damn. That vulnerability. That trust.
Wallace was shy and beautiful, nervous and so damned obedient. Volt watched him try to cross his arms across his belly, and then drop them by his side, leaving his soft belly and hard pink cocklet on tantalizing display.
“That’s right, creampuff,” Volt praised him. “You’re sexy and you’re mine.”
Wallace graced him with a stunning smile.
“Now down on your knees… No, crawl to me.” It was only a few feet, so it wouldn’t hurt too much, and what a gorgeous sight it was. That thick, cuddly back. The curve of that fat, squishy ass. And, fuck, that look in Wallace’s eyes, wanting so badly to please his Daddy.
“Good girl.” Volt pointed between his knees. He was, of course, still fully dressed. He gave Wallace a moment to get adjusted on the pillows, looking up at him so sweetly. “Take out my cock.”
All of these lines were straight out of the generic Dom script, but somehow, with Wallace, it was different. It was real.
Was this what Doms usually felt when they said these words? This rush of power mixed with a fierce and tender ownership?
Wallace surged toward him eagerly, his plump fingers more sure now that he was moving toward his prize. He quickly had the button undone and the zipper down, and let out a little gasp when he realized that Volt wore nothing underneath.
How was this so different, too?
It wasn’t even their first blowjob. Not to mention that his typical uniform was a loincloth. He’d been naked with literally thousands of people.
And yet he felt himself stripped bare by Wallace’s earnest desire. By the knowledge that Wallace was this eager for him.
He shifted just enough to allow Wallace to lower his jeans on his hips and take out his cock. He pulsed with need at every touch of his baby’s satiny fingers.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Wallace whispered, sounding awed.
Fuck. His heart. Not that he had one, but he almost felt it metaphorically squeezing in his chest.
“Go ahead, sweetheart. Worship me.”
Wallace didn’t hesitate, licking along his crown like a lollipop, noisy and so damned needy.
Pleasure shot through Volt’s system with each little kitten lick, until he had to clench his fingers in the bedspread to hold back. Surely he had more control than this? What was happening to him?
He grunted, then moaned. Fuck. Fuck!
Wallace sucked him in, the soft flesh of his mouth a sweet torture. They’d barely started, and Volt was already going to explode.
Wallace pulled back, releasing Volt’s cock with a pop. “Is that okay, Daddy?” he asked, with unnecessary concern. “I tried not to use my teeth.”
Volt’s chest swelled with love. Goddamn, he was head over heels for this perfect boy, who was so nervous and hopeful, working so hard to please him.