Secret Daddy - J.R. Gray Page 0,32

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“You are insatiable.”

“Yes, I am.”

He glanced around the room, looking for what I didn’t know, but he dragged me to the bed, and my excitement mounted. Was this a reward for my actions? Had he lost his mind? Didn’t he know when you rewarded petulant princes it reinforced their behavior? Well, I wasn’t going to be the one to enlighten him. He’d have to figure it out.

“Take off your pants,” he ordered when he released my hair.

I shoved them down while he bent to grab something. He straightened, holding the beads he’d teased me with the day before. I held out my wrists.

He shook his head. “Put them behind your back.”

I did as he asked, more eager now that I was getting my way.

But he didn’t step around me to bind them there. He took the strand and looped it around my cock and balls. He made loop after loop around my sac and then my cock, forming a kind of cock ring with them before he passed it through my thighs.

Now he was going to bind my hands with it. Hot. But he didn’t, he slid the beads up my split and looped them around my waist, and back around tying them together. He stepped back to admire his work.

“You’re going to wear it until I take it off of you later.”

I stared at him. “With my parents here?”

“You didn’t have a problem fucking with them here. This shouldn’t be an issue under your clothes.”

“It’s going to be visible.”

He laughed and lowered his gaze down my body and back up, eye fucking me like a piece of meat. “I sure hope so.”

My nostrils flared. “Evil bastard.”

“Just realizing this? I told you payback would be a bitch.”

I threw my hands up. “When are you taking it off?”

“Tonight, maybe tomorrow. Depends on how good you are at dinner.”

I clenched my teeth, biting back all the things I wanted to say.

“No jacking off either. You get to save all your cum for me.” The smug expression he wore was unbearable.

“Fine.”

He kissed my cheek. “Good boy. Now go shower. We wouldn’t want to raise suspicion with your parents. I told them I was saying goodbye.”

With that he left, closing the door behind him.

I showered and realized Jensen was the devil and I hated him. Pure visceral hate. I thought about all the ways I was going to stab him as I dressed. How had I ever had a crush on that man? I was grumbling to myself when I walked out to find my parents in a heated whisper at the table.

“Jesus. Are you two getting a divorce?”

“You wish,” my father said.

“I do kinda. Then I would be able to spend Christmas in the Bahamas.” I cut myself another piece of cake which made me hate Jensen more. How the fuck was he such a good baker?

“We aren’t getting a divorce, Aiden.”

“I don’t want to know,” I said.

My father rolled his eyes and I went back to his crossword.

“So cranky before caffeine.” My mother sipped her coffee. “Are you going to tell us why Jensen spent the night, or are we going to keep avoiding the elephant in the room?”

I lifted my gaze, slowly, to meet hers. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” She stared me down like only an evil viper could.

“Setting me up for after he left?” I asked.

“I wasn’t about to make Jensen uncomfortable. He’s such a delightful boy.”

“No, just make your son uncomfortable.”

“Yes, exactly. Now elaborate.”

“How do you know he spent the night?” I picked at my cake.

“As if we haven’t lived in this town for thirty-five years and don’t know what a snowed in Jeep looks like,” my mother said.

“Mmmhmm. That thing hasn’t moved since before the storm,” my father said from behind the paper.

“Why couldn’t I be born into a family who doesn’t care what I do? Or are dead. Yes, death would be better.”

My father smacked me with his paper. “Does Adam know you’re shagging his best friend?”

“Jesus. Do not ever say shagging to me again.” I pushed away from the table. “You both are uninvited from Christmas.”

“While you’re up, could you get me another piece of cake, Aiden?” My father held out his plate like I wasn’t about to stalk off.

“Fine.” I went to the counter and set his plate down when I felt my phone vibrating.

I opened it to find a picture of Jensen in his shower, dick hard and all soaped up.

Aiden: Mean! What if my parents had seen this?

Jensen: Do you often let your