Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“Are they your fantasies too?” I asked next.
“Yes,” he mumbled, the sound muffled by my shoulder. “I wanna see him lose it. I’m a bit of a switch, you see.”
As I’d suspected.
“But I also fantasize about stuff for myself.” He became even shier when he dropped his voice to a whisper. “I’ve never had a Daddy Dom…”
I inhaled deeply through my nose and felt something strengthening within me, expanding my chest, turning me on further, reeling me in, and making me feel like a predator stalking his prey.
It was fucking heady.
I sank lower on the couch, and it brought me closer to him. His face was mere inches away from mine.
“What a coincidence—because I’ve never had a Little.”
At that, he snuck a glance at me. “Was that the incompatibility that made you and your husband break up?”
The last thing I wanted to talk about was Nathan and our marriage falling apart, but I reckoned I had to give the boy this. So far, I’d only said we were incompatible in certain areas.
“Pretty much,” I murmured, taking in his features up close. Adorable didn’t come close to describing it. “I wasn’t willing to risk hurting him by opening our relationship, and he wasn’t willing to let me have a core kink I didn’t explore.”
He bit at the corner of his lip. “Kinda like James and me…except, we’re willing to explore now—but it’s taken us a lot of time to get here.”
“How much time?”
“Over two whole years.” He widened his eyes, as if that was a crazy amount of time.
I chuckled under my breath.
“Then we met you, and we drove ourselves crazy with fantasies,” he admitted. “I tied him up once and forced him to confess that he wants to drink your come.”
Fuck me sideways.
A low growl rumbled from my chest, and I cupped his cheek, brushing the pad of my thumb across his lips.
“If he’s a good cuck, maybe he’ll get the chance soon. He can drink it right out of your tight little ass.”
“Oh my gosh,” he whimpered.
With that, I slipped my hand to the back of his neck and leaned in to kiss him.
He plastered himself to me the second my lips touched his, and he snaked his arms around me.
A deep-seated desire welled up within me, fueled by years of longing, and I could no longer hold back. I had no reason to. We deepened the kiss at the same time, and I pulled him onto my lap.
Nate moved on. He doesn’t love me anymore.
Jordan gasped as he sat down right on my cock, and I took advantage. I swept my tongue into his mouth, and he was quick to give me a taste. He kissed like he was eager and curious to explore a new world, and he left the last traces of shyness behind.
He felt damn good against me, and he was so small. I couldn’t help it. It turned me the fuck on. At the same time, I sensed how easily things could spiral out of control. It was worth mentioning twice: Jordan was eager. And I didn’t wanna rush anything. I couldn’t rush anything. So I slowed us down. I grabbed his jaw and forced us to land. I nipped at his bottom lip, and he locked eyes with me.
There you are. Look me in the eye, sweet boy.
I kissed him teasingly and touched his cheek, feeling its warmth underneath my fingertips.
For a moment, I just brushed our lips together and fed off his exposure. The vulnerability in his gorgeous eyes. He squirmed and tried to get more, as if hurling himself off a cliff was much easier than rappelling down it.
“Easy,” I whispered.
He trembled against me, and his cheeks turned a darker shade.
Goddamn.
I deepened the next kiss, more than I’d initially planned, and I let go for a quick moment. He threw himself into things so quickly, and we kissed hungrily until his breaths came out faster and heavier.
I palmed his bottom in my hands, and he—
“Can I—hnnngh.” He sucked in a breath and put a hand on my chest. “Can I call you Daddy, please?”
Fuck, that was too soon.
“Only tonight,” he added in a rush. “To t-try it out?”
Oh. Like sampling food at the fucking grocery store?
Only to try it out.
That was crazy.
Wasn’t it?
I swallowed dryly.
We decided how much power a word or title should have, right? And even though I felt like we were already behind on actual talking, I’d wanted to hear someone call me that in a kink setting the past fifteen years.
Even so…I had limits. We had to get something out of the way first.
“Before we go there, we gotta be on the same page,” I said, inching back. I gripped his hips to stop him from moving. He was too tempting. “I don’t know the boundaries you and James set up, and I ain’t ready for a whole lot. I can’t spend the night or anything like that.”