Dear Daddy, Please Spank Me - Chara Croft Page 0,58

to trust me to be there for him, who’d let him down badly enough that he couldn’t, but I’d do whatever it took to show him he didn't have to worry about that anymore. Not with me. Not ever.

“Language,” I reminded him calmly. “And I'm talking about making sure you don't have to deal with running out of gas again. I told you, Jordan, I’m going to take care of you, so please pull out your phone so I can do that.”

He stared at me for a second, then... threw his fork.

Oh, sweet boy.

It skittered across the table and onto the floor, and Jordan shoved his chair back and shot to his feet. “You know what? Fuck you being in charge. This isn’t… you’re not… I’m not looking for that kind of Daddy. The only thing I want you to take care of is making me come, which you‘ve been really fucking good at so far, but since you won’t even fuck me, I’m out.”

He glared at me, then spun on his heel and… didn’t move.

“Jordan,” I said, my own heart pounding as I got up. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling his back against my chest. “It may not be the kind of Daddy you’re looking for, but it’s what you need, isn’t it? Not just sex, but someone you can count on the rest of the time, too?”

“No,” Jordan said, trembling a little as I held him tighter.

“It’s what I want to be for you.”

“The fuck you do,” he whispered. “That’s bullshit. No one fucking wants that.”

I smiled, “Language.”

“Fuck. That,” he said... still not trying to pull away. “Admit it, Andy. You don’t want that shit. High maintenance motherfucking bullshit is what that sounds like. You’d be sick of it in a hot second. Do you know how many things I fuck up? Even if that’s your kink, you’re going to want it with someone else, not me.”

I let him go, keeping a hold of one hand, and walked him back toward the table. Pulled one of the chairs away from it and sat down. Patted my lap.

“Come here, sweetheart.”

“What?” he asked, eyes wide as saucers.

“Pants down and over my knee, Jordan. Let Daddy help you settle down.”

“How?” he asked, his breath starting to come fast enough that it was going to make him light-headed if he didn’t get control of himself. “By spanking my ass like I’m some kid? I’m older than you are, Andy. Fuck. This isn’t… it’s not… it’s not even sexy like this.”

“Shhhh,” I said, pulling him toward me. “I’ve got you. Let me take care of you, petal.”

“What does that even mean? You’re mad about bad sugar? Because you hate F-bombs? Because I keep forgetting your coat? Because I dropped my damn fork?”

“Threw it,” I corrected him, trying not to smile. He was definitely panicking, but God, he wanted it. I could see it. He wanted me to mean it, to not give up on him, and I wouldn’t. Not ever.

“Fine, whatever, I threw it. I’m sorry, okay?” he said, scrubbing his fingers through his hair. “I mean, nothing broke. That’s not something you get to spank me for. And isn’t spanking supposed to be a sex thing? Because I’m not even hard right now. This isn’t hot, Andy. Just fuck me already if you want my ass bare, okay? This is stupid. Why do you even want to do this?”

I patted my lap again.

“Dude…” Jordan said, swallowing hard.

“Daddy,” I reminded him, holding his gaze. “And I want to do it because you need it.”

And I wanted to be the one who gave him what he needed... if he’d let me. Please, let him let me, because I was either going to lose him now or become his Daddy for real, and something twisted inside my chest as he stood there staring at me.

Because I couldn’t be in charge of this.

I couldn’t do anything but wait for him to decide which one it would be.

13

Jordan

My heart was pounding so loud that I could barely hear my own thoughts, which was fine, because I didn’t know what to fucking think.

I’d been looking forward to coming over here all damn day, but then, once my night starting spiraling into a steaming shit sandwich, I’d known—fucking known—that it was going to end badly. And of course it would, because shit you looked forward to always did, but Andy kept acting like he didn’t get that.

What he should have done was either kick my ass out