“Touch me,” I beg again. “Don’t take my clothes off if you don’t want to, but please, Young-gi, I’m dyyyying. Touch me, I want you to–”
He hauls me into his lap again, so I’m straddling his thighs, and silences me with a kiss. Well, ‘silences’ isn’t the right word, because my moans are loud as hell. He holds my face with his hands and I enthusiastically submit to his kisses. His tongue slides against mine, and I grip his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer.
“Young-gi,” I groan as he pushes my head back so he can get at my throat. “Yeah, fuuuck. I dream about you all the time.”
“We’re not going farther than we already have,” he says sternly, like he’s reminding both of us. “You’re high; you can’t consent to new rules.”
“But Daddy,” I whine, then laugh breathily when he freezes solid. Through my giggles, I manage to explain: “Oh shit, I’ve been trying not to say that.”
“I know.” Those two words are dark, possessive. Energy sizzles between us, in my skin, wherever we’re touching. His hands grip my waist and I find myself hauled tighter against him. “I fucking know.”
“Do you…like it?” I ask, strangely nervous about the answer.
“Yes, Tommy. I like it.” The confession sends a thrill through me. “I didn’t think I would, but I do. Save it for when you’re not high. See how you feel about this tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” I pout.
He frowns, and I kiss the line between his eyebrows. His eyes soften, and his thumbs pet my sides where he grips my waist as if to silently praise my sweetness, but he keeps frowning anyway.
“Actually,” he says somberly. “Tomorrow won’t be good for you. Ecstasy has a come down that can last for forty-eight hours. When you’ve taken this in the past, what happened afterward? How did it affect you?”
“After?” I scrunch my nose, trying to think through all the good feels and tingly vibes and sexual pleasure still throbbing through my entire body. “Um…hmm… The first time I took Molly, the next day I got on a bus and visited their graves. I almost dug them up, too. Felt scared, like I wasn’t sure they were dead anymore. It was so stupid.”
“Paranoia,” Young-gi murmurs, like that’s to be expected. He doesn’t ask me whose graves I’m talking about, like I expect him to. Instead, he just glosses over it, because he’s a psycho bratva boss and I’m into that, I guess. “And the other times?”
“Felt like shit afterward,” I say softly, stroking his shirt, wishing he would take it off. “Wanted to sleep forever, and not wake up. Sad, lonely. Just shitty. Stupid, again.”
“Depression,” he nods. “The come down lasts for a while, Tommy. You need to stay close to me until it’s over. And then we can talk about this. Not before.”
“Yeah, sure,” I agree easily, because why wouldn’t I agree with everything he wants? “Whatever you say, Daddy.”
“No, Tommy.”
I shiver, torn between scowling and smiling. “I don’t know if I like it when you correct me, or if I hate it. It’s confusing as fuck. What the fuck do you do to me? I can’t figure it out. The soap? Shit. The corner time? Goddamn, what the fuck, you know?”
“I know,” he admits, tilting his head and letting me press my lips to his jaw. Then, his voice turns hard, unyielding. “Yosef, eyes on the road.”
“Oooooh,” I turn to look at Yosef in the driver’s seat. It’s dark, but I can see the ruddy stain on his cheeks from getting caught peeking. “Yosef likes to waaaatch.”
“Tommy,” Young-gi growls.
“What?”
“Don’t talk about him while you’re sitting on my lap.”
“You jealous?”
That makes him pause, frown, then shrug. “I think so.”
“You’ve got nothing to worry about,” I sigh, then melt in his arms when he tightens them around me.
“You make me worry, Tommy,” he admits quietly.
“Sorry, Daddy,” I say. He grumbles, but this time, he doesn’t correct me, and I hide my triumphant grin against his shoulder.
The car ride is dark, and small, like I’m in a cocoon with him. I marvel at the lights passing the windows, and get dizzy giggles from the way it feels like the car is standing still but the world ismoving under our tires. Everything is all topsy-turvy, and I like it.
Yosef drops us off in front of Young-gi’s building, and I stumble out of the car like a drunkard, laughing as Young-gi drags me to the elevator.
