“Oh, come on, it’s poppers. They last like three minutes, max, and they work better when I’m a little buzzed anyway.”
He just stares at me. I stare back, until I eventually blow out a gusty sigh of disappointment. “Fine.”
“We can just go home, if you’d like to complain.”
“No, no!” I interject quickly. “No, not complaining. Me? Nope. Hey, I think I see Maggie.Maggie!”
Young-gi is too badass to flinch or wince, but his eyes narrow when I scream at the top of my lungs, trying to be heard over the loud, thumping music.
“Maggie! Mags! Hey, Mags! Maggie, over here! Hey!” I stand and wave my arms around. “Maggie!”
Young-gi reaches up, grips my shirt, and yanks me down into the bench seat beside him. “Are you fucking with me right now?”
“Only a little,” I admit, a bit breathless from our sudden proximity. Of course, his stern glare and little rebuking head shake is just a reminder of why I’m here, why Ineedto be here, because he makes my dick twitch just by laying down the law, and that’s not fair. I need to get some fucking relief, get some of this pressure out of me, let off some steam. Because shit, at this rate, I might actually die of blue balls.
“I’ll just go to him.” I squirm out of his hold, but hesitate, standing beside him as he looks up at me.
Not sure why. I just… do.
He raises an eyebrow, looks around, and then settles back in the booth like it’s a throne. He’s looking fine as hell in a tight black shirt and black pants, like a brooding vampire slashincubus nightmare, here to prey on the stupid victims who are hypnotized by his raw sexual magnetism.
Me, I’m talking about me, I’m the idiot that’s been hypnotized. And I need to cum so bad I might cry. How embarrassing.
“Go on, Tommy.” He gives me the permission I didn’t realize I was waiting for. I scowl down at him when I realize that, but he’s got more to say. “But come back here, and dance where I can see you. Right near this edge of the floor. I’m keeping my eyes on you, young man.”
I shiver, because that’s what he calls me when he’s bringing out the Daddy stuff, the stuff he seems to not even realize is Daddy stuff, the shit that’s got me in this blue-ball predicament in the first place.
“Anything else, Your Highness?” I sass.
“Yes,” he answers seriously, like I actually wanted more rules. “You get three poppers tonight. That’s it. No more.”
I wait, but he doesn’t give me an ‘or else’. So I ask for one. “What will you do if I take more?”
“You won’t have to find out,” he says, leaning forward. He beckons me closer and I lean down to hear him better as he lowers his voice. “Because you’re going to be a good boy and follow the rules, aren’t you?”
He phrases it as a question, but he makes it sound like a statement. I swallow hard and back up.
“We’ll see,” I cough out, because I can’t just agree to be good for him, that’s too… fucked up. He’s not my Daddy, not really, and I need him to stop acting like it.
I storm off, heading for Maggie and his group at the bar, where they’re deep in a gossip session. The whole gang is here: Sam, Jules, Ry, and even Georgie. He doesn’t seem too worse for wear despite what happened, and is sipping a fruity drink while avidly listening to Ry regale the group with some dramatic story.My mouth waters, the drink looking damn good and my blood asking me for a little buzz, but I’ve been told not to drink alcohol tonight, and I did kind of agree to follow Young-gi’s rules in exchange for him letting me get high. I gave my word, so… fine. I’ll be good.
Not because he told me to, but because I don’t go back on my word once I’ve given it. Alright? I’ll be good because I said I would, not because I want to please him or anything stupid like that.
“Hey, guys.” I lean into their circle with a smile. Relief is close at hand.
“Tommy?!” Mags jumps off his stool and throws himself into my hug. “Holy shit! I thought you were in jail! How the fuck did you get out already?!”
“A friend bailed me out,” I admit, both thrilled and horrified that it’s true.
“Wow, must be a good friend,” Sam comments suggestively. “Was it Daddy Bruce?”
It’s a good guess, because Bruce is probably the only other person in the universe who would do that for me–but not because he wantsme. Not because he wants to tell me the blood on my knuckles was good. No, he’d want to do it so he could rescue me, tame me, soften me. He wants a different version of me, some Tommy that might’ve existed in another timeline, but one that isn’t really here.
“Nah, it’s someone new,” I say, then push on quickly because these guys can smell juicy news from a mile away. “I need some help tonight, are you guys down to give it to me?”
“Oh, I thought you’d never ask!” Maggie crows, dancing on his toes. He gives me a once over, humming appreciatively at the untucked crewneck shirt and elastic-lined pants. “Not as cute as last time, that tank top looked great on you, but I can work with this, babe. You prepared?”
He slides a hand boldly down my crotch and I laughingly push it away. “Yeah, fucker, I planned ahead.”
