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“No, I don’t think it will, but we’ll get through it.”
“I know. This is probably killing you, huh? Daddy?” he asked tentatively as he leaned against my side.
I put my arm around him, pulling him close. “Yes. I want to fix all of this for you. I don’t know what I can do, but I promise I’ll try to make it a better Christmas for you, pup.”
“I know you will.” He sighed loudly. “My car…” He started crying again. “He’s selling it. Like, I get taking it away, but selling it?”
“Sounds like he needed to make a point about it being dangerous.”
“Dangerous. Stupid fucker. I was going to buy a motorcycle, like a Ducati, but I knew my father would go off the rails. A red one. Fast. I got the car because it was safer. Fucker. I already miss the damn car. But you know, it’s not even the car so much. No, it’s the freedom.”
“I can understand that.”
“It’s more than driving around town in a cool car. It’s about how controlling he was growing up. You know? I’ve thought about this a lot in the last few weeks.”
“About what?”
“It’s like this. My lack of childhood led to pup-play. I never had the opportunity to be a kid. My father expected me to be mature, responsible, and I had no choice but to live up to that. It wasn’t until my teens that I started rebelling.”
“How does that fit with the pup-play?” I asked, wanting to know as much about this intriguing man as I could. We’d been dating for a few months, slowly growing closer, and it had been amazing every step of the way, but it was still new. Maybe that was why he hadn’t mentioned his court problems.
“It gives me a sense of fun that I never had as a kid. It’s sexual too, though. You know that. But that isn’t all of it. It also gives me a sense of independence. Something I can do on my own. I’ve always been under my father’s thumb my whole fucking life, but when I’m Boone, I’m totally free of him, his rules, his judgement.” Royce choked up again.
“Come here.” I pulled him close and squeezed. I needed to help my poor pup. The daddy in me demanded I make this right, but it wouldn’t be an instant thing. I was going to need patience. And help. “Drew’s team will help. I’ll help. I promise.”
“I know,” he whispered. “I know. Daddy, thank you.”
I kissed the side of his head, his brow, his nose, his lips. Royce pushed into me, licking along my lip and whined like his pup.
I opened for him, letting him explore, teasing with my tongue as he did. I rubbed his shoulders and back. I loved making out with him, but I didn’t know how far I should go. “What do you need, pup?”
“You. Make me forget this bullshit. Make me that promise with your body…”
“Okay. Daddy’s got you. Come on.” I tugged his hand and we moved to the bedroom that he was now apparently renting.
“This was Jax’s old room.” It still had the bed, made with basic white sheets, and a nightstand beside it with a dresser on the far wall. “I have my shit stashed in the closet and under the bed. Including a pup-tail. Want to see?”
Contemplating his comment had all kinds of images running through my head. “You better show me now, pup.”
“You got it.” He opened the closet and shifted through boxes until he found what he was looking for, and then he held it up. A pup-tail, red and black silicon hooked upward, thicker where it was attached to the butt plug. “I need your help with this, Daddy.”
“You do indeed.” I took the plug from him. “Get some lube.”
He dove back into his boxes, coming up with a large bottle. “Here.”
I took it from him. “Good boy.” I snapped it open before pouring some on his toy. “Get on the bed. Butt up, please.”
He scrambled to comply, dropping his jeans and boxers to the floor before getting into position. When his pants hit the floor, they made an odd noise, so I picked them up and shook them, feeling an odd weight. “What do you have in your pocket, baby?”
Royce looked at me over his shoulder, face turning pink. “A toy…” he sighed.
“A toy?” I stuck my free hand in his pocket and pulled out a miniature race car.
“It’s one you bought for me.”
I couldn’t explain the warmth in my chest and how my throat closed on me. I cleared it. “Okay. Well, pup. That’s fine. I’m glad you like it.” I put it on the side table.
“I do. I held it today when I was worried.”
