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That was why he worded his response the way he had. “Hmm,” Carson hummed. He would need to watch his boy. Sam was a smart guy and would keep Carson on his toes. Just the way it should be.
Sam batted his lashes, still playing the innocent card, but Carson knew better and he had some ideas on how to make the night even more fun.
* * * * *
Sam
Holding the door open for Carson, Sam waited until his Daddy had stepped in and pressed against his back before closing and locking the door. Carson had made them stay over at Lincoln’s house for almost two hours. Two absolute hours of torture.
His Daddy had an evil streak that Sam was both impressed and frustrated over because Carson had to know what his touches had been doing to him. Everyone had known because Sam’s skirt hadn’t hidden a thing. If he continued to wear such clinging material, Sam might have to invest in some fancy jocks or something. The thong he wore barely held him.
“You sure were wiggly and whiny tonight,” Carson breathed in his ear. “Is that how a good boy acts?”
He immediately shook his head. “No, Daddy, I was bad.” Sam was extremely curious what type of punishment Carson would give.
Carson’s hand snaked around his waist to cover Sam’s erection.
“Daddy doesn’t believe that his baby doll is sorry about misbehaving at all.” He squeezed Sam’s shaft, causing Sam to release a low whine. It felt so good to have Carson’s hands on him.
“But, Daddy…”
“Safe word?” Carson asked sharply.
Was he going to need to use his safe word? Sam had one—no one played at the club without one—but he’d never come close to needing it. “Traffic lights. Red, yellow, green.”
“Go to your room and wait for me. Daddy will be right behind you.”
“Okay, Daddy.” Sam walked to his room knowing that whatever happened between him and Carson was going to be amazing. Yes, Sam liked being a good boy but there was a little side to him that liked to push limits. Tonight, he hadn’t really misbehaved and that was understood between him and his Daddy. This was more of a test of boundaries and hopefully some sexy fun.
The apartment’s warmth was a stark relief from the chilly night air on the drive home. A cold front was coming in and Sam was glad that he’d left his heater on. Shivering and turning blue was not a good look for him and probably wouldn’t get him laid. Sam really wanted to get laid.
Sam slipped off his shoes before looking down at his skirt. Carson hadn’t told him to undress so he decided to lie back on the mattress and wait as he’d been ordered. He didn’t have to wait long, which Sam was grateful for.
His Daddy entered the bedroom, missing his suit jacket, button-down shirt, and shoes and socks. In his slacks and undershirt with a wicked gleam in his eyes, Carson stalked forward.
“Good boy. I’m proud of you for listening.” Carson stopped at the side of the bed before bending down.
“I’m a good boy,” Sam lied, totally lied, and didn’t regret it.
Carson snorted. “You’re lucky that Daddy loves him a brat. You knew that Caden wasn’t supposed to have more than one cup of juice.”
Okay, admittedly Sam had been fibbing a tad. “I know.”
“Then you sat there in your pretty little skirt and sexy top all night teasing Daddy.”
Sam gasped. It had not been his hand under the table playing with Sam’s cock while holding a conversation with Lincoln.
“Daddy couldn’t keep his hands of his baby doll because you are just too sexy.”
It wasn’t like Sam would complain that Carson wanted to touch him all the time even if it got him punished. “Sorry, Daddy.”
Standing over him, Carson shook his head. “Have you ever been tied up?”
Against his will, Sam’s hips rose as he humped up. “I’ve…” He licked his lips. “Never trusted anyone enough.”
“I would like to make you my captive for the night but only with your willingness. It’s okay to say no. It’s okay to change your mind later. I will not get mad. I will not leave. We can try this now or later. That’s up to you.” Carson sat beside Sam’s hip on the mattress. He didn’t touch but the heat hadn’t left his gaze either. “It’s okay to wait and talk about this more.”
Sam had also had the fantasy of being tied up and at his Daddy’s mercy. “I…I want to do it.” He blushed as he asked, “Would you use your cuffs?”
