“What’s going on here?” the man replied. “Nothing that wasn’t agreed upon. This sub,” he said, sneering at me as he raked his eyes down my body, “is interrupting our scene. Someone needs to take a switch to him and teach him a lesson.”
“I’d watch it if I were you, Kenneth. His Daddy won’t like the way you’re talking to him,” Foster said, pointing at the man, his voice intense and scary. “Miller?” he asked, turning to me, his voice once again soft and comforting. “What’s going on here?”
I fisted my hands at my side, tears welling in my eyes as defeat once again filled the boy's face. “We take care of our own because no one else is going to take care of us!”
He stared at me with a shocked expression until a look of pure delight took over his features. “Damn straight, baby bear! Damn! Straight!”
Foster grabbed me and smacked a kiss on my lips. Kneeling on the floor next to the boy, Foster took his chin in his hand and forced the boy to look him in the eye. “Do you want to stop?”
The boy nodded, his face crumbling as he launched himself into Foster’s arms. “Yes!”
“Hey!” the man stood, towering over them both. “That’s not what we agreed to!”
Foster glared up at the man. “Kenneth, get the fuck out of my club and never come back here again.”
“What?”
“In fact, I think there is going to be a lot of places you’re not welcome to after this. It is your responsibility to check in with your submissive and it’s clear you didn’t do so. Kane, get him out of here.”
Kane dragged the sputtering man out of the booth while Foster held the sobbing boy. “Kyle,” Foster said, helping the boy up off the floor, “see to him and make sure he gets home safely.”
With a nod, Kyle gathered the boy up in his arms and disappeared into the crowd.
Foster stepped up to me and took my face in his hands. “You saw something no one else did, and you stepped in to help. Your Daddy is going to be so very proud of you.”
“I already am,” Daddy said as he wrapped his arms around me from behind. Turning me around, he slammed his lips down on my mouth.
Moaning, I wrapped my arms around him to give in to his kiss, but as soon as it had started, it was over.
“Upstairs. Now.” Carson said as he turned and began pulling me back toward the apartment.
“Have fun you two!” Foster yelled as Carson dragged me away.
Chapter Sixteen
Carson
Lust boiled in my blood as I dragged Miller back to the apartment. I was so fucking proud of him, and I couldn’t contain it.
When I’d returned from the lobby after running off the group of drunken gawkers who had set up shop and wouldn’t leave, I’d found Miller standing in front of Kenneth, his hands fisted at his sides as he’d yelled at the man to stop.
He’d been so fired up. And strong, so fucking strong. Stronger than I’d ever given him credit for being. And he hadn’t faltered. If anything, he’d tilted his little chin up in defiance when Kenneth had gotten nasty.
The door to the club slammed shut behind us as we raced up the stairs. Miller, having caught on to what exactly was going to happen to him as soon as we reached my apartment, started giggling as he struggled to keep up.
“Daddy!” he whined, tugging at my hand.
“Hush,” I said over my shoulder as we climbed the last flight of stairs. Spinning around, I grabbed him by the waist and lifted him into my arms. He wrapped his arms and legs around me as I pressed him into the wall next to the stairs.
Grinding my hard cock against his, I let him feel just how much he affected me. “You feel that, little darling?” I asked, pressing just a little bit harder. “Do you feel what you do to me?”
Biting his lip, he closed his eyes and moaned as he dropped his head back onto the wall behind him. “Yes, Daddy.”
With his throat exposed, his collar shone brightly against his skin. Leaning down, I pressed my mouth to the area right below the leather and nipped at his skin. “Daddy is so proud of you. He’s going to give you a treat.”
“Treat?” He tilted his head to the side to give me more room. “I like treats. Treats