I exhaled.
We had some logistics to work out, primarily around Jordan regressing and the need for aftercare, but considering we’d be right next door, I struggled to see any problems. We’d make it work. We’d build something that suited us perfectly.
“That’s a good boy,” I whispered.
He was an eager little cocksucker, like his husband.
“I see I made it back right on time.” Finally, Ash was here.
Jordan didn’t stop sucking me, but he waved happily, causing me to chuckle.
Ash didn’t come empty-handed. Aside from our bag, he’d brought water, sodas, and snacks.
“I think I’m gonna pop open the balcony doors,” he said. “I reckon we have an hour or so before the others come up, and I can guess what this room is gonna smell like later tonight.”
Jordan giggled around my cock.
“Are they having fun downstairs?” I let my head fall back, and I sighed contentedly.
“Lucian and Greer and the other Masters are enjoying the high-protocol and dancing with their slaves on cloud nine, so I’d say they’re havin’ fun.”
Good for them.
I scrubbed my hands over my face and felt myself relax for the first time today. All the preparations, all the buildup—now we could let go and enjoy ourselves.
“Come to bed, baby…” I glanced back at him and reached out my arm. “Ignore the perv staring at us.”
Said perv was failing to hide that he was rock hard behind his hand.
Ash didn’t even look his way. He stripped down to his boxer briefs and approached the bed.
I fisted Jordan’s hair and eased him off me. “There’s a sweet boy here who’s beyond ready to beg for Daddy’s forgiveness. Isn’t there, boy?”
Jordan nodded quickly, cheeks flushed. “Yes, Sir. May I do that now?”
“Go for it.”
CHAPTER 9
Jordan Hackett
Icouldn’t believe I’d ever doubted Daddy’s dominance. To be honest, I hadn’t been aware of my own hesitation. I could swear on my life. It was just…the notion of letting go completely was so foreign to me—unless a Dom’s demeanor was constantly put on display, like Nathan’s.
My Rigger.
Daddy was different. He was always smiling and ready to goof off with me, and I’d stupidly mistaken it for his guard being lowered. That he would let me get away with too much.
I’d been so wrong.
As soon as he reached the bed, I was there on my knees.
“I am so, so sorry, Daddy.” It was possible I spoke to his abs at first, but Jesus H. Christmas, look at thatbody. That chest, those thighs, those shoulders, arms, freaking everything. He wasn’t a twentysomething gym bro; he was a grown man, who liked to eat, who liked to work out, who played with his kids, who had some scars… Heavens almighty, my mouth went dry.
He hooked a finger under my chin and lifted it a bit.
There. Eye contact.
He was amused.
