rules. Just him and every single drop of the ecstasy he so richly deserved. “You can come, my beautiful boy,” I purred.
Slate practically levitated off the bed, his back arching and feet pressing into the bed. Climax seemed to hit him even harder this time, having been denied pleasure before.
I was enraptured, unable to look away. I heard my future in his every gasp, and saw it in every hard line of his body. There was no denying myself or him any longer. And I wasn’t afraid of it now. How could I be?
“Oh, God,” Slate finally gasped and collapsed into my arms, nuzzling me. “All of that. Yes. That’s what I want.”
Me too, I thought as I swallowed hard. There was one big thing missing, though. “And… in public?”
I couldn’t give up the whole life I’d built in Dom Nation—the people I knew, the joy I found in playing with a boy in front of a hungry crowd, knowing he was mine and mine alone…
“I don’t want others touching me,” Slate murmured, pressing his lips into my shoulder. “But I want to try it in public. Never done it before. I think I’ll like it. We’ll see, hm?”
“Good,” I whispered and stroked his hair, pleasure and pride swelling my chest at my beautiful, beautiful boy. Every single thing he’d said he wanted, I’d make come true—and then some. “Good boy.”
“Mmhmm,” Slate whispered, burrowing into me. His breathing grew slow and steady, so I took charge of wrestling us both under the covers, turning out the lights, tucking us both in.
I didn’t expect him to still be awake when I joined him in bed and curled myself around him, holding him close to my chest. “And you?” he whispered. “What do you need the most?”
I shook my head slightly. It all boiled down to one simple thing. “I need to have you,” I told him. What else was being a Daddy? “To be cruel and break you, over and over. Take care of your every need. Put you together again, a little better every time. And when problems happen, Daddy will deal with them.”
“Mmmm,” Slate murmured agreeably. “Like Isaac.”
That started with making sure Slate knew that he was worth a lot more than being someone’s toy. That he was loved, too, not just wanted and discarded in turn. Even if he chose to yield control to me… the first and last choice was always his.
And I was never going to let him down. I never wanted him to suffer again. Not at anyone’s hands but mine, anyway. And judging by tonight, mine knew how to make him feel loved, too.
“Like him,” I agreed. “Everything’s going to be okay,” I murmured, just as much for my own benefit as his.
“Okay,” Slate whispered. “Yes, Daddy.”
And then he was out like a light, and I closed my eyes and pressed my face into the back of his head.
My beautiful boy was going to be safe. Forever. Nothing less.
14
Slate
“Slate. You came.” Rex’s eyes sparkled with quiet amusement. He held the steel door open, and I giggled as I stepped through.
How could I resist?
“No, Daddy,” I told him, my heart rate already speeding up. He was impossibly handsome in a closely tailored suit. Did he just wear it all the time, or was he ready to go out like this? I gave him an innocent smile. “I’ve been very good this week.”
I sauntered out of the elevator, but before the door had even closed, Rex had snagged me around the waist with one surprisingly strong arm. “Good boy,” he told me. “Now, give Daddy a kiss.”
Obediently, I bent over and closed my eyes. A shiver of contentment coursed along my skin, heating me straight through. Just having my Daddy’s arms around me steadied me and made the world feel like it was the right way up.
Rex’s lips were soft against mine, but there was no deception in the gentleness. We both knew perfectly well what was on the table tonight. Or whom.
Me.
Tonight was the night: we were going to Dom Nation together. And this time, we weren’t sticking to the dance floor. I was finally going to get to live out the scene of my dreams.
“Tea?” Rex offered, ushering me to the couch.
I nodded and settled on the couch, watching him move around the kitchen and his damned complicated coffee maker. Nothing made me happier than letting Daddy take care of me after a long week.
“How are you feeling?” Rex asked once he’d pressed a