I nod quickly, then stop and shake my head. “It’s whatever you want. Remember, you’re in charge.”
“Yeah, but I want you to feel good too. There’s nothing fun about edging you. I might like to tease a little. I still want you to enjoy it too.” He rubs my face. “I think I’ve had enough power for today. I want you to take over.”
When I open my mouth to argue, he shakes his head.
“You said I was in charge, Daddy. So I’m making the executive decision to hand over my power. Now, are you going to fuck me properly? I have a feeling you’re good at it.” He winks at me and the last of my resolve crumbles.
My hands lock on his hips, holding him still as I sit up and switch our positions. As soon as his back is on the couch, I fuck him like my life depends on it. His leg moves to my shoulder as some point, and I press kisses to his calf while my cock hits the spot that makes my boy see stars.
“Daddy… I’m… com…” He doesn’t get to finish the sentence before he erupts. I manage to hold out through his, despite the way he creates a vise around my cock. The minute he droops, I come with a shout.
It takes me a moment to come back to myself. When I do, I find him grinning up at me.
“You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?” I ask him as I tickle his side.
He giggles and nods. “I really, really am.”
Chapter Nine
Konnor
I stare at the back of the cereal box, reading the same trivia question for the third time. The kitchen is too quiet, only the sound of music coming from down the hall breaking up the silence.
It’s not even loud enough for me to make out the words. Add in the sound of heavy breathing and it’s all a jumble.
I’m bored out of my mind. We don’t have to work until later, and Daddy has been all aboutrelaxing.I’d much rather be doing just about anything else than sitting here waiting for Daddy to finish his workout.
Sure, I appreciate the man’s abs. But after forty-five minutes, you’d think he’d be done.
I’ve been good all morning. So very good.
The urge to brat itches under my skin.
Before I can stop myself, I blurt out, “You know, for a Daddy, you’re not very good at paying attention.”
The music shuts off instantly. I’m not sure if he was already finishing up, or if he cut it short. For a minute, panic fills me at what kind of trouble might come from this.
Daddy appears in the doorway, his long, lean body coated in sweat. His eyes are hard and locked directly on me. “What was that, Pretty Boy?”
I shrug, attempting to look calmer than I feel. My finger trails over a coffee cup stain on the counter. “Just stating the obvious. You’ve been in there so long. I’m like a withering houseplant someone forgot to water.”
He moves out of the doorframe and walks into the kitchen. His steps aren’t too fast or too slow. They’re just the right speed to let me know he’s locked in on me.
When he stops by my chair, I make sure not to look his way. I can feel his eyes on me though.
“Look at me,” he murmurs.
I drag my gaze up. The playful look he normally wears is gone. Instead there’s fire. Not the kind that means I’m getting railed anytime soon.
“That was disrespectful. And you know the rules about using that tone with me.”
A spark shoots down my spine, followed immediately by a wave of worry. I kinda wish I could take it back. But also, I don’t.
The bratty part of me that’s been coiled tight all morning wants to push. “Rules, rules, rules,” I grumble, looking away again. “Maybe the rules are wrong.”
Daddy’s hand comes under my chin. The grip is firm but not painful. He tilts my face back, so I’m forced to meet his gaze again. His thumb strokes my jaw.
“I think someone is feeling neglected. I think someone is trying very hard to get my attention. Well, you have it now, pretty boy. Was that the goal?”
