Stephen - Sean Michael
Chapter One
Bad boy ISO someone to make me behave. Punishments welcome. Strict Daddy Dom necessary. Will consider a pair.
Champagne purred as he read the ad, his prick taking notice. Oh yes, he was a strict Daddy and this boy sounded like a wonderful diversion.
Bernoise raised an eyebrow and grunted at him. “What’s gotten your attention?”
Champ shook his head. “Nothing.” This one was his. Berny and France could find their own bad boy to punish.
“You know I don’t believe you.”
He shrugged as he pocketed his phone. “That’s your prerogative.” He headed out of the penthouse apartment and only looked at his phone again once he was in the elevator on the way down.
There was a phone number with the ad, so he called it.
It took a few rings, but then he heard a curious, “Hello?”
“This is your Daddy, boy.”
“Oh, fuck me. Seriously?”
Yes, and he wasn’t going to allow cursing, and he was going to blister his boy’s ass for putting his phone number online.
“Language, boy. I’m on my way over—I need your address.” He waited for his boy to suggest meeting somewhere and not just giving a total stranger his address.
“It’s 41904 Linc Avenue, apartment 8A.”
Son of a bitch, his boy wasn’t going to sit for a week. “I’ll be there in fifteen.” He cut the call off and stepped off the elevator, pulling up his Uber app.
His phone rang, but he didn’t answer. He was going to go get this boy and show him strict punishments.
It was ridiculous. No safeword, no names, just here’s my home address, person I don’t know from Adam. Very strict punishments.
His car arrived in a few moments and he got in, sat back, planning how he was going to start.
This boy obviously needed the firm hand he was asking for. He would introduce himself and find out what the hell the boy was thinking.
He arrived at the building that housed the boy, still worked up over the lack of care for his own safety this boy was taking. It made him glower and grumble. He took the elevator to the fourth floor, then went right, and there he was in front of 46A. He knocked firmly.
“Hold up! I’m coming!” The door opened, and a gorgeous young man, copper hair, one light blue eye, one dark brown—like his own—appeared. “Can I help you?”
Time stopped. It simply stopped, and the glow around this man pulsed, calling to him.
Growling, he stepped in, staring. “Daddy’s here, boy.”
“I—are you looking for Marc?”
No. No, he was looking for this boy. His boy.
“Nope. You’re my boy—Daddy’s here. I just need your safeword.”
“My safeword? But I don’t know you…” The boy stepped away. “I don’t think you’re looking for me. I think you’re looking for my roommate, Marc. I’m Stephen.”
He wasn’t interested in any Marc. This was his boy. He could feel it with every fiber of his being. “I’m looking for you, boy. I’m Champagne and you can call me Daddy. Are you telling me you don’t have a safeword?”
“I used to. Not for a long time. I’m not a player anymore.”
“No, I’m not playing. Tell me your safeword.” This wasn’t some silly boy. This was his boy.
“Bubbles.” Stephen stood and stared at him, and he could feel energy pulling them together.
“Bubbles it is. You didn’t put in an ad online, did you?” He knew the answer was no. It made him want to snarl, that this Marc would act so dangerously and then duck out, leave Stephen alone to face the consequences.
“An ad? For what? I’m telling you, man, you’re looking for Marc.”
“I was looking for Marc, but then I found you.” Such a lovely boy, and the glow around him warmed Champ all the way to his bones.
“You don’t even know if I do guys…” Stephen was pouring pheromones, curiosity and hunger thick on the air.
“Boy, you are screaming for me with every inch of your body.” He knew Stephen could feel the pull—it would be impossible not to.
“I don’t even know you. You just showed up here.” Stephen groaned quietly, cock tenting his pants. “Maybe…maybe we could have coffee?”
“I was about to suggest that. Maybe something sweet to go with it, hmm?” He wanted to lick sugar from Stephen’s lips. He wanted to do a hell of a lot more than that, but he appreciated his boy’s caution.
“Let me get dressed. Can I meet you at the Second Cup next door? Then we can talk.”
He didn’t want to leave without his boy, but he trusted that Stephen was a boy