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“You’re some kind of fucking freak, Beast,” I whispered, and his lips curled up just a little.
He pressed his thumb against my mouth, and I let him in. My body was throbbing with some kind of anticipation, I wasn’t even sure what. It was like I was waiting on myself to suck him or bite him or spit him out, do fuckingsomething, but that was the thing. I didn’t have to with him. He was in charge. I just got to be quiet and wait.
“You be nice,” he told me, rubbing his thumb across my bottom lip. It did sound a little like teasing this time, but not completely. It sounded like a little bit of a threat, too, and I guess that was my favorite kind of teasing.
I swallowed and looked him over while he did the same thing to me. He’d changed into a white tshirt with a v-neck, which wasn’t usually my favorite, but it looked sleek on him. Seemed like he could probably pull off a lot of things most guys couldn’t. His hair was soft and kind of messy, instead of waxed up and perfect like it usually was, and I guess this was what he looked like in bed. It was a killer look.
“I’m not nice,” I told him, and that was the truth, but he gave me that funny smile again, the way he did when I was being an asshole.
“I think maybe you’re a little nice. You just keep it a secret. But I won’t tell.” He stroked his finger along the top of my ear, then brushed back my hair, tiny little touches that made me shiver.
He was really gentle for someone so big, and I let my eyes close as he worked me over an inch at a time, a thumb on my temple and his fingers across my throat and his lips on my forehead and my chin and my neck. When he pulled away I couldn’t even imagine why. Then his hand slid down from my cheek to my stomach again, his palm stretching out flat across me.
“Let’s get you fed, you must be starving.”
“Yeah. For your dick. I’m gonna need seconds of that shit.”
He snorted. “What happened to the guy who doesn’t bottom?”
“Guess he got his ass railed and he changed his mind.”
Choice between dinner and dick was an easy one. I’d never had this kind of hard on for a guy before, where I just wanted to be fucking him every second. I got horny, yeah. Daily. But I got it and then I was good. Done. Probably a little too abrupt for some guys. The Beast’s hands on me, though, that was a drug. I didn’t ever want them slipping off.
His smile was a little smug, and man, he could do cocky like a fucking jock if he wanted to. “Look, you have no idea how much I like hearing that. But you haven’t eaten all day. You need to get something in your stomach.”
I hadn’t eaten since that jalapeno pizza at Walker’s unless you counted the beer from earlier, but twenty-four hours wasn’t gonna win any trophies. I was expert level at ignoring that hollowed out feeling in my stomach until it went away. It was harder when he kept pushing food at me though.
“After,” I told him.
He shook his head. “Now. Your stomach’s been empty for hours. It’s time to eat.”
I frowned. The guy was seriously turning down sex for food. But it wasn’t just that. He was turning down sex tofeed me. In a bossy ass way. That made my dick really hard. Hell of a cycle.
“What are you, like daddying me right now?” I managed to say, and it was tough to be a smart ass when my mouth wanted that to be a serious question.
His eyes got sharp and intense, that scary way that blew me out of the water every time. But I felt that other thing, too. The more-than-a-sex-thing part that warmed up my gut. This guy could take care of me.Wantedto take care of me. Got off on it the same weird way I did, I knew it.And I was fucking here for it.
“Yeah. That’s right,” he said slowly, and his voice made me shiver like lips on my dick. “Are you gonna be a good boy and listen to me, or are you gonna give me trouble? You can do either, but you’re still eating dinner afterwards.”
I swallowed. This wasn’t even dirty talk. Which made it feel so much dirtier when it rang every bell I owned.
Daddy shit was complicated. Or maybe it was easy as hell and I was the complicated thing. Do what he says or don’t do what he says and get what I want either way? What was so hard about that? Seemed too easy, actually.
“So you’re just gonna boss me around and I’m supposed to take it?” I asked him, and it was weak sass, but I was pushy and I didn’t want to stop pushing. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
“I’m going to take care of you, and you’re going to listen to me just like you’ve been doing, because it’s for your own good,” he told me, firm and easy. I exhaled hard, not able to keep the shivers inside me, and he stroked my abs with his thumbs. “You need to make sure you eat enough so you’re not grumpy all the time. You have to take care of your body and your brain, and you can’t do that if you don’t have the energy.”
Seemed pretty clear I’d played my cards a little too obvious when it came to scarfing down all the food he brought me. But Jesus, ham and bacon on the same sandwich, how do you not inhale that? Guy probably thought I was legit starving to death. Which was fucking embarrassing.
“What if I don’t wanna do what you say? What if I said fuck you, you can’t make me do shit?” I asked him, and I wasn’t even sure why my voice was shaking. I wasn’t even sure what I wanted exactly until he told me.
“Then I’d turn you over and give you a spanking for being so bratty. And then you’d sit down on your sore little bottom, and you’d eat your dinner like I told you to, and you’d feel better.”
As much as part of me hated the idea, I didn’t doubt that for a second.
“And you’re just gonna like… do this kind of shit every day.”
I wasn’t sure if suspicion and caution were the same thing or not. Maybe they weren’t supposed to be, but when you got used to nothing ever being real or reliable, it was hard to buy into much. That was exactly why I asked the same questions over and over, bugging the hell out of people, because I could never get enough conformation to make me a believer. But he didn’t seem to mind. Every answer was just as patient as the last.
