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“What do you want to do about school?”he asked me a while later as he helped me out of the tub and wrapped a towel around my shoulders.
“What do you mean?”
“We can reschedule your chem test. I’ll go with you, talk to Mr. York and—”
“Fuckno. Are you joking? There’s no rescheduling. If I don’t pass, I don’t play. That’s just how it works. They won’t hold grades for me, they won’t let me on the field.”
“This is an exception,” he said frowning. “They’ll make an exception. This is their fault, I’ll make them make an exception.”
Yeah, I actually wanted to see that, and I was pretty sure he could make it happen too, but I shook my head. “It’s okay. I’m ready, I’m fine. We put in all this time. All this effort. No fucking way am I fumbling on the one yard line because of this. Because of her.Fuckthat.”
“You just wanna go right back to school after going through all that?” he asked, like it was unthinkable.
“I’ve been through way worse than that and headed out to school,” I told him gently, like just talking about my scars might scar him. “And I didn’t have anybody cleaning me up and making me feel better. I’m fine.”
He frowned down at me, pulling the towel tighter around my shoulders. “You tell me you’re fine one more time, you’re going to get a spanking.”
I swallowed hard, and it wasn’t my dick that got excited when he said that. Well, not just my dick. It was… hard to explain, actually. The part of me that wanted ice cream and band-aids and all his attention. The part that had been hurt a million times in ways too awful to ever put into words. “Would you… can I?” I asked him.
“You want a spanking?” he asked after a minute, realizing what I was saying.
I nodded. “You said it wasn’t just for punishment. Or for fun. You said if I ever wanted it to smooth me out, make me feel better, I could ask. I’m asking.”
He seemed surprised at first, but then he nodded. “If that’s what you want. Anything you want.”
“I want my Daddy.”
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He didn’t mess around leaving my shorts on this time, he didn’t let me get dressed at all. Just led me into the bedroom, sat at the foot of the bed, and draped me still damp and naked over his knee. He didn’t have to tell me this time to watch my reflection, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I didn’t see someone who’d spent their whole life angry and alone and afraid. I didn’t see someone broken. I saw someone whole and healed and new.
Thiswas my home.Thiswas my family. This was where I belonged, where I was welcomed and safe and loved, and I felt it through my entire body. He didn’t just own me, we owned each other. I’d burn the world down for him, no lie, and I was never going to forget what he’d done for me. How he’d shown up. How he’d seen who I was and showed me who he was, how we were locked together that way now, the scariest parts fused and melted permanently, and when he looked in the mirror, I knew he saw that too.
“This is for your own good, baby,” he said softly. “This is because Daddy loves you. He’s never going to lose you and he’s never going to leave you, and he’ll doanythingto keep you safe.”
I shivered at the way he stressed that word, how deep and scary he meant it, and I’d never felt so safe in my life. He was so exactly what I needed.
One hand stroked my back, my hair, my neck, while the other spanked me gently, but daddied me so hard, and I watched my ass get pink while I listened to him soothe me, tell me what a good, brave, strong boy I was, and I ate it up.
The heat built up slow and steady, under my skin and behind my eyes, and when I broke, I broke hard, sobbing into the sheets, into his neck when he scooped me up and held me in his lap, shushing and rocking and promising everything was going to be okay, that I was his forever. For my own good.
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We took our time getting back to school, we deserved that at least, he said, and I had to agree. I stretched out on the bed, and he kissed me all over, every sore part and every part he promised to make sore when we got home again tonight. This time I asked him to dress me, and I watched, relaxed and spoiled, as he chose everything, did everything, took care of me completely.
He brought leftover pizza into the bed and held me in his lap while I devoured it, hungrier than I realized, and then we sat and flipped through the note cards one more time, until I promised him I was brave and strong enough to go, that I’d text him if anything went wrong, if I needed anything, if Ieverneeded anything.
I loved being coddled by him, but it made it harder to actually get out of the car when he finally drove us back to school, not wanting to let go of him, not wanting to be away from him. But this test was the answer to all of that. Pass, play, scholarship, college, Italian restaurants, blow jobs, maybe slightly bigger dreams if I worked on it, but always with him. My boyfriend. My daddy. My Beast.
We waited as long as we could before slipping back into the building, just a few minutes before last period, and he walked me all the way to Mendleton’s classroom, brushing his hand against mine since everyone was still in class and the halls were empty.
“Listen to me,” he said, looking at me intensely, and you know I listened. “You are going to crush this test. You studied your ass off, you worked so hard, I don’t know anyone smarter or stronger or more capable than you. You held your fucking life together with duct tape way before I showed up to help you. But I’m here now. I willalwaysbe here. And I’m telling you, you can do anything.” He looked up and down the hall, at all the closed doors, no one looking, and then he leaned close and kissed me hard just as the bell rang.
A second later, the halls were loud and crowded and all I could do was smile at him in shock, but that moment was all I needed. I was ready.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
