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I wanted to tell him not to make a mess without my permission. I wanted to warn him that I’d come home and spank him if he disobeyed me about that. I wanted to claim all his pleasure, to push him in ways I’d never felt free to do with a lover. I wanted the boy to be mine to push. I wanted—
I let out an explosive breath, forcibly reining in my thoughts before they got so far ahead of me that they ruined this thing. Right now, he was technically still off limits, and since I’d invited him into my home to work for me, I was already crossing all sorts of lines.
I wasn’t sure what to do about that, but I probably wasn’t going to sort it all out tonight.
“Sweetheart,” I finally said. “I want you to go to bed and get some sleep now. Can you do that for me?”
“Oh,” he said, wilting a little before my eyes, as if he’d been hoping for something different. “I guess so. That’s what you want?”
“Yes,” I said, finding, to my surprise, that I really meant it. Did I also want to order him to climb into my bed right now, straddle my pillow, and let me watch while he rubbed himself off on it? Did I want to be there in person to feed my cock into that pretty mouth of his? Did I want to live out the pornographic scenario Jackie had planted in my head, where I taught this sweet, eager boy to ride my cock while he called me Daddy?
Very much so.
But for every one of those filthy fantasies, I also wanted to take care of him. To know he was safe, protected, and secure. To have him in my bed not just so I could fuck him or smell his cum on my sheets when I got home, but because it gave me a deep, primal sense of satisfaction to think of him there.
As if on cue, he yawned, quickly covering his mouth and giving me an embarrassed look. “Sorry.”
I smiled, stroking the phone like a sentimental fool as I remembered the soft feel of his skin under my fingers. “Go to sleep. We can talk more tomorrow.”
“About… um, about what you’d like me to do for you?” He flushed again, and I knew for sure the sweet boy was having some of the same dirty thoughts I was. “I mean, for the house sitting,” he added quickly, fooling neither of us.
I gave him an indulgent smile. “We can talk about that, too.”
But I also wanted to know everything else, everything about him. How he’d ended up in the state I’d found him in. What sorts of things made him smile. Why he wasn’t in school. Where the people in his life were who were supposed to care for him.
How I could become the one who got to do that from now on.
We ended the call, and I stared at myself in the mirror for a moment, not sure I recognized the man I saw there. This wasn’t me. I’d never let it be. But it was as if Jackie’s teasing the other day had cracked open a Pandora’s box of desires inside me that refused to let me tuck them away again.
Without thinking, I pulled up Jackie’s number and hit the call button.
He declined it, and a text message popped up a moment later.
No one does voice calls anymore, old man. What’s up?
I snorted back a laugh, shaking my head, and hit call again. Fucking Gen Z.
This time, Jackie answered.
“You do know it’s almost midnight,” he said without any greeting, the sound of thumping music behind him.
“What I know is that I taught you phone etiquette the summer you interned in the New York office for me.”
He laughed, but the background sounds quieted, as if he’d moved away from wherever he was partying. “Yeah, but why waste on things like ‘hello’ when you’re clearly calling me with something urgent.”
I opened my mouth, then realized I wasn’t exactly sure why I’d called him. Surely, I wasn’t about to ask for relationship advice from the kid my sister had tasked with being a role model for. Jackie was half my age, for God’s sake.
“Uncle Cal?” he said, the teasing note disappearing from his voice and true concern bleeding through. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes,” I said, quickly. “Everything’s fine. I’ve just… had an unexpected development come up.”
“How can I help?” he asked instantly, reminding me why I loved the brat.
I laughed, scrubbing a hand over my face. “I’m not sure ‘help’ is what I need, but do you remember the busboy we met at La Vigneta?”
Jackie snorted. “Uh, yeah. The one I thought you were going to disown me for disrespecting? Wait. Uncle Cal! Holy shit, did you actually go back and make a move on the boy?”
“No.” I paused. “But he is in my bed right now.”
