Dear Daddy, Please Spank Me - Chara Croft Page 0,75

go above and beyond what they wanted. Not that it ever seemed to earn him anything but a lecture on how he could have done even more, based on what I’d overheard.

Fuckers.

“I… I guess I’ll go get to it,” Sean said, his cheeks pinking up as he ducked his head and prepared to disappear for the night. “Good ni—”

“Hold up,” I said, lurching forward before my brain could kick in with anything resembling good sense. I snagged his wrist and tugged him toward me, not hating the way he gave a pretty little gasp and practically fell in my lap at all.

He righted himself, regaining his balance, but didn’t say a word about the way I was still holding onto him.

Good boy.

My cock flexed.

Wait, no. If I let myself like his oh-so-sweetly-submissive responsiveness too much, I was going to get myself in real trouble. And still restraining him like this? Definitely more temptation than I could handle.

I made myself let go of his wrist and lean back in my I-don’t-give-a-fuck pose again.

“Did you need something?” he asked, worrying that pretty lower lip of his.

“You’re always studying. Why don’t you take the night off for once, baby?” I said, patting the tiny slice of couch I wasn’t occupying. “Watch some TV with me.”

“Oh,” he said, eyes going wide as they darted between me and the shit blowing up on the big-ass flat screen mounted on the wall.

The kid came from money. His parents had decked this place out, and I half-suspected that it was some sort of power play to show Sean that even if he’d earned his own way—those academic scholarships were no joke—they were still the ones calling the shots.

“Um, what are you watching?” Sean asked, shocking the shit out of me.

Unlike me, he never just vegged in front of the TV, and even if he had been so inclined—I’d have put money on the current show not being his jam. Not that I had a single clue what the show was, and I highly doubted Sean did either, but he was still looking at it like joining me might be a good idea after all… and yeah, my cock liked that a lot.

“Sit,” I said instead of answering his question.

Mistake. At least it was if I was trying to keep my cock under control. Because the thing was, I’d noticed a while ago how Sean responded to orders. Not gonna say I was an asshole about it, but I guess I’d always been a bit of a bossy fucker, and not gonna lie, the way he was so instantly, unquestioningly obedient when I used a certain tone of voice… damn. It went to my head. Both of them.

And sure enough, Sean sat just because I’d told him to, legs folding instantly and that delectable little ass of his hitting the couch cushion next to me almost before the word had fully left my mouth.

“Okay,” he breathed out, eyes glued to the screen as he twisted his hands together in his lap.

My cock fucking throbbed and I reached down to adjust myself, almost certain that I saw Sean tracking the move out of the corner of his eye this time.

And entirely certain I heard a hitch in his breath like he liked it.

I grinned, then rubbed a hand over my face to hide it. Here I was, playing with fire even though I knew better, but damn if the heat didn’t draw me in like a moth to a flame.

“You want me to switch it to something else?” I asked, giving exactly zero shits about what was onscreen but curious as hell about what he’d say. It would shock the hell out of me if he actually expressed an opinion different than mine. Besides, far as I knew, he never wasted time on mindless entertainment anyway and probably didn’t have an opinion.

Actually, to be honest, even though we’d lived together for what, eight… nine months now? I really had no idea what my cute little roomie did for entertainment. If someone had described Sean to me, I would have said he sounded boring as fuck. He was the perfect son, perfect student, perfect roommate. His weeknight routine of cooking for the both of us, doing his homework, showering way too fucking quick to be jerking off, then going to bed all by his lonesome never deviated. Well, except for study group nights, but I mean, come on. That was just more of the same.

But the reality? Not boring at