Pretty Boy (Perfect Boys #1) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,63
pants and shove them down with one hand.
His mouth moves against mine, soft and slow, his body writhing beneath me. My heart and my life feel so incredibly full with Sterling in them. The feeling inside is almost too much to stand and somehow not enough at the same time. Love…it’s love.
A surge of possessiveness and protectiveness rises up inside me at this realization. I’ve played with plenty of boys through the years, but I’ve never wanted…no needed…to keep one the way I need Sterling. I want to spend the rest of my life showering him with everything his heart desires, reading to him, spanking his perfect little ass, being everything he needs in a Daddy and a lover. Forever.
I break the kiss and look down at him with a sense of awe spilling from every cell in my body. His dark hair is mussed, his cheeks rosy with arousal, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he looks up at me with the same feeling shining through his eyes.
I cup his jaw, my heart hammering hard against my ribcage. Running my thumb gently along the curve of his cheek, just beneath the edges of his birthmark, I’m almost certain this feeling is going to get so big it will burst out of me and leave me nothing but a shell.
“I love you, beautiful boy.”
He gasps at my words, his eyes going wide. I’m not sure what I’m expecting, maybe a shy smile, happiness filling his eyes, my feelings returned if the universe is feeling generous toward me today. What I absolutely don’t expect is the way his expression goes from shocked to anger, his jaw hardening and his entire body tensing beneath me.
“Don’t say that,” he grits out between his teeth, squirming in a half-hearted attempt to get me off of him.
I scrunch my eyebrows together, searching his face for answers as to where I went wrong. “Don’t tell you I love you?”
“No.” He pushes on my thighs and when that doesn’t budge me, he starts to shove against my chest.
“The only way I’m moving is if you safeword,” I say firmly and then pray like hell he doesn’t, because we need to discuss whatever’s upsetting him. I’ll let him up if I have to, but I won’t like it.
He huffs in frustration and then sniffles and stops fighting against me. “Just, don’t say it,” he says more softly this time, a hint of desperation in his voice like he’s seconds away from coming apart at the seams.
“You don’t have to say it back,” I tell him gently. “I need you to know how I feel, that’s all.”
“No,” Sterling says again, his voice cracking on the single syllable. “You can’t.”
“I can’t what?” He’s not making any sense.
“Stop it,” he says again, returning to his attempts to squirm out from under me. I get ahold of his arms, pinning them over his head, both of his wrists grasped in a single hand.
“Use your words, sweetheart. I can’t be a good Daddy if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”
“I’m not beautiful.” He thrashes and bucks, but nowhere near hard enough to dislodge me. And since he still hasn’t used his safeword, I stay firm. “You can’t love me. It’s not true.”
My heart stutters to a halt and starts to ache for him. My sweet, perfect boy.
“You’re wrong, Pretty Boy,” I insist, putting more force behind my words. “And you’re not going anywhere until you believe me.”
“No,” he whimpers helplessly as I reach for the length of soft rope in the top drawer of my nightstand. We haven’t played with bondage yet, but I think something to ground him will help him hear what he needs to.
Sterling continues to wiggle and make noises of protest as I get his shirt over his head and then tie his wrists, making a loose knot in the right spot to avoid pressure points, and securing them to the headboard. When I’m done, I check his fingers and the ropes to make sure it’s not too tight, and then shuffle down to get his pants the rest of the way off. It’s breathtaking to see him naked and tied to the bed. The navy blue sheets offset his creamy skin in a way that makes him look ethereal.
He’s still now, looking up at me warily, his cheeks still pink, now more from exertion than from arousal. God damn, he looks incredible wearing nothing but ropes and my cage, but fucking him is the furthest thing from