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I tear my eyes away from Constantine's, and stare at my feet. My heart thumps like a little rabbit in a garden. This is the moment where I confess to Constantine that I'm a total newbie at kink, that I don't know what I'm doing. He'll force me to give it to him straight, and he'll see my braces.
I move Mr. Green away from my body. "I found this club online." My vision blurs once again. "I read it's a great place to find a Daddy. I wanted to try it out."
A low growl escapes Constantine. "Have you ever stepped foot in a BDSM club before?"
"No."
"How old are you?"
A tear slips down my cheek, before falling to the cusp of my shirt. "I just turned twenty-one." I force myself to stay strong. "I'm mature for my age. I never belonged with the boys at school. T-They... made fun of my stuffies. Iwantto be here."
I don't know why it's so difficult, so fucking arduous, to say this. I've told my age to many people in my life. I've never been embarrassed by it.
But every part of my being wants to impress Constantine tonight. I'd rather collapse on the floor and let mortification kill me than let Constantine walk away.
This is my Daddy. Don't ask me how, but I know it in the depths of my soul. If he rejects me because I'm twenty-one, I don't know how I'll go on.
"Come to the bar." Constantine's eyes rake across my skin, sending goose bumps surging across my skin. A bolt of horniness zings through me, and I whimper as I clench my thighs together, adjusting Mr. Green to hide my erection. "I'll tell my brother to pour you a glass of cold milk. And I can learn more about you."
I crane my neck, widening my eyes as I study Constantine in the dim lights of the playroom. I try to tell myself he's being polite, but something blooms inside me, something true and sweet.
Constantine… wants tolearnabout me. He doesn't reject me for my age. He wants to give me milk, which is my favorite drink, and make sure I'm all right.
I furrow my brow. "Will the doctor be there?" My fingers find purchase in my floppy blond hair and twirl through it, helping me stay calm.
"Yes, sweet boy." Constantine takes my hand in his, then rubs his thumb on my palm. "My brother Gianluca is the doctor. He'll take your temperature and make sure you're all right."
My heart skips a beat, and a well of sugary goodness opens up inside me. This can't be happening. Constantine not only wants to take care of me, but he'll introduce me to his family.
I don't know whether to laugh or burst into tears. Everything about this man is special, and he seems like he'll accept me for me. He doesn't care that I walked in with my silly alien stuffy, which every other person in my life laughs at.
Don't kid yourself. Constantine will leave when you tell him about your chronic condition.
"Okay." I smile as I brush a speck of lint off my alien t-shirt. "That sounds good."
Constantine lets out a growl as he stares into my eyes. "Don't dilly dally. We have important things to discuss."
Fierce. Possessive. Full of power.
The sudden shift in Constantine's voice catches me off guard, and sends pricks of fire flickering to the ends of my fingertips.
An involuntary moan—yes, involuntary—flutters out of my lips, and before I can stop myself, I press my forehead against Constantine's chest, burying into him, inhaling deeply and catching the scent of oak and scotch. I rub my cheek against his shirt, feeling his muscles, and breathe as my cock grows even more, knocking at my zipper, begging to be let free.
Constantine isn't only sweet. He harbors a secret intensity that sends my male parts into overdrive.
"I'm ready, Daddy." It's crazy that I've found a Daddy, but I know it's true. Constantine is the kindest, sweetest man I've ever met in my life.
Constantine tilts my chin up. "Let's go, baby boy. Time to heal your boo boo."
