Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“No, brat, you can’t. Now get up.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Jordan continued to grumble as he rolled over and got off the chair. I followed behind him. My cock was hard, uncomfortable beneath my Speedo, but I wasn’t going to orgasm either, well, not yet.
We’d just immersed ourselves into the water, when Jordan asked, “Can I tell you something?”
“You can always tell me anything.”
“It’s about play and desire. There’s something I’ve always wanted, but I was embarrassed to say it before.”
“Hey.” I held his face in my hands. “Remember what I said—there’s no shame here. Not ever.”
He nodded. “It’s just a fantasy really, but I…I want to feel forced…like I have no choice? Like I’m just an object, totally and completely used, like you’re not my Daddy and I’m not your good boy.”
My cock stirred at that. “So, role-play?”
Jordan shrugged. “Basically. I guess that’s what it would be. It sounded dirtier in my head.”
“Oh, kitten, don’t underestimate me. I can make it very, very dirty.”
He smiled, and it wrapped around my heart. Ian called Jordan “Sunshine,” and he was right. The boy was like a warm summer day, the sun after the rain. I was more smitten with him than I could say.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“No, thank you. We’ll do it at some point, okay? I want to surprise you.” I took his mouth, claiming him, letting my tongue tangle with his.
We were pulled apart by the sound of the patio door sliding open. Ian came out, a frown curling the corners of his lips as he walked over and plopped down in a chair.
“What’s wrong, pup?”
“Nothing. I’m just gonna…go to my room for a little while.”
Ian stood, the set of his shoulders tense, his back straight. Clearly, something was wrong, and Ian being Ian, he wouldn’t share easily. He’d made it three or so steps toward the door, when I realized he didn’t want to go inside, not really. He wanted to be with us, but wouldn’t do it on his own. “Stop.”
Ian’s feet rooted to the ground. His hands tightened into fists, not as if he wanted to hit something, but as if he was tense.
“Good boy,” I praised and saw him relax slightly. “Turn and face us, please.”
He moved slowly but did as I said.
“Strip, please.”
“I don’t…” He shook his head.
“If you’re not going to tell me yellow or red, take your clothes off.”
Ian closed his eyes, took a deep breath. Jordan stood beside me, and I could feel his eyes on me, on us, watching, waiting. A moment later, Ian pulled his shirt over his head. His shoes were next, then his pants. His gaze darted around, but there was a tall fence with trees along the inside, giving added privacy from the house next door. I’d been good about making sure there would be no eyes on me back here.
“It’s okay, Ian. Trust me.”
He looked toward the ground. “Yes, Sir.” Then he hooked his fingers into the edges of his boxer briefs and pulled them down.
Jordan sucked in a deep breath beside me.
“He’s beautiful, isn’t he, kitten?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Ian was flaccid, his cock hanging over his plump balls. He didn’t keep himself shaved the way Jordan did, but he maintained a trimmed nest of dark curls.
“Join us in the water, please.” Ian took a step, then another and another. He used the stairs, then made his way to me and Jordan, where we stood in the shallow end of the pool. “I know it’s hard for you, Ian, especially when you’re already feeling vulnerable or upset, but you’re listening very well for me. You make me very proud.”
I could practically see the tension ease from him. Ian looked over at us, raw emotion swirling in the depth of his eyes. Christ, he needed praise. While Jordan liked it and got off on it, Ian needed it.
“Thank you. I…”
“Go to him,” I told Jordan, who quickly closed the space between them. He was a good distraction, good at making someone feel needed. I knew because he did it for me.
Jordan wrapped his arms around Ian’s neck, and then his legs around Ian’s waist. For the first time since Ian had come home, he smiled. “Jesus, Sunshine. You’re like an octopus.”
“I wish I had more arms and legs to touch you with,” Jordan replied.
I hadn’t planned to start this yet. I would be winging it now, veering off course, but maybe it was for the best. Maybe it was better that Ian already needed us right then.
“What happened?” It wasn’t really a question. I expected an answer.
Ian latched his hands together behind Jordan’s back. “They let me go…my valet job.”
I hadn’t expected that, and had to work through why it bothered him. “But you’re leaving anyway. You gave your two-week notice. You’re going to work for me, so why does it matter?”