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9. Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

Jobe

What the hell had gotten into me?

I didn’t do jealousy.

Hell, I’d been passed around so many times I was the token party favor. Yet the thought of a little in that room commanding all of Stanley’s attention made my blood boil.

But after this much time dating someone and they’d made no moves I started to question things. Either he didn’t find me attractive, or something was seriously wrong with his… libido .

I had no problems with Stanley partaking in a little blue pill, or two.

“Want to watch a movie or have drinks on the balcony?”

What I wanted was to mark that damn playroom with our come like some sort of primal animal scenting its territory.

Who was this and what happened to Jobe Worthy?

I followed Stanley back into the kitchen where he proceeded to pour us each another glass of wine. I chucked my down and filled it again while he watched, wide-eyed and curious.

“Drinks and conversation on the balcony it would seem,” Stanley determined.

I grabbed the bottle and carried it out ahead of him. Conversations never went well for past me and drunk me would likely handle the inevitable denial better. Maybe…

For several long minutes, we sat there silently staring out at the lights. Stanley was the first to break the uncomfortable moment.

“Want to tell me what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”

“Wish I could. The more thoughts that enter it the angrier I feel inside.” I stood and paced. “I don’t do relationships. I fuck. End of story. Yet I now find myself in a precarious predicament and one I don’t know how to maneuver.”

“What was that exactly?”

I clenched and unclenched my fists and drew in several deep breaths. “Trying to figure out how your past boys fared so well when I can’t so much as get you to flirt with me let alone fuck me.” Most Daddies didn’t allow their boys to curse, or they’d be punished. Was I fishing for a punishment or? Bodily pain? I could handle that but this wrecking my heart shit, not so much.

“I’m not sure what you want from me, Jobe.”

With a sharp turn I faced him. “Are you broken? Do you not find me attractive? Or is this a game of cat and mouse where the cat never catches the mouse?” What the fuck does that mean? I was too far gone to assess it and just kept spewing nonsense. “I don’t know how to do whatever this is, but we’ve been what, dating? Becoming friends? What the hell are we doing, Stanley, and will it ever end with mutual orgasms?”

Stanley sat his glass down and went inside, returning a few minutes later. The time apart only further pissed me off. How dare he walk away.

“Inside now, Jobe.”

That was the first time he’d used his stern Daddy voice since I’d agreed to go out with him, and I instantly regretted my outburst, though I still lacked self-control.

I crossed my arms and rooted my feet in place, daring him to do something. Anything. Just show a fucking emotion. “You’re not the boss of me.”

He cocked a brow. “Strip down to your underwear, fold your clothes and set them nicely on the coffee table, then kneel on that pillow facing the couch.”

Okay, this I could do, though I wasn’t sure I was still down to fuck. Way to fucking blow it, Jobe, but I did as he ordered. The only saving grace was watching the heat in Stanley’s eyes as I stripped down to a silky creation of my own.

Stanley sat on the couch, the pillow between his feet on the floor. I knelt before him and awaited his next directive.

“Jobe, unzip my pants, remove my cock and wrap your lips around it.”

Now we were talking my language.

“Do not under any circumstance play with it or yourself nor make either of us come or there will be repercussions you will not like. Sit there, be quiet, and reflect on your negative actions and attitude.”

Well, shit. There went my idea of a fun time but playing Daddy’s little cock warmer wasn’t all that bad.

“Do not move your tongue or your lips. Do not do anything but breathe and listen to me. If you understand, tap my leg twice.” As soon as I did it, he proceeded. “Jobe, I can assure you I want you more than you know, but you must learn to use your words instead of your body. You’re worth more than that.”

I settled in for the rest of his speech, the urge to come long since gone. How he’d concocted the perfect timeout for me and my big mouth was beyond me.

“Jobe, you do not need to act up to get my attention.” His fingers threaded through my hair, and I swear I purred. “You have it, sweet boy. I care about you. This, us, isn’t all about sex for me. You mean more to me than you know and I’m sorry if my lack of bedding you made you feel less than you are. I promise that was not my intention.”

So, he wasn’t broken, and it wasn’t me. For once I was finally with a nice guy, the mythical dating unicorn. His words filled me with a warmth like no other as the last piece of glass surrounding my heart shattered.

“I’m falling for you, Jobe, hard and fast.”

Tears filled my eyes as the depth of those words, ones no human had uttered to me, hit. Comfortable in Daddy’s care, the soothing strokes through my hair. Contently I sighed and I must’ve drifted off in the safety of this capable man’s hands. After that I barely recalled being carried and tucked into bed but was too emotionally exhausted to respond.

Now, waking with strong arms protectively wrapped around me, the reality of last night hit. Please let me get used to this. Please, please, please, if there are any relationship gods out there, don’t let me fuck this up by being me.

“Is my sweet boy stirring?” Stanley, Daddy , hell, even my mind questioned what to call him, pressed his lips to my forehead.

“Mmm, good morning.” It really was. Who knew waking in a man’s arms could feel so wonderful. Well, I’m sure who the man was had everything to do with that.

“How do you feel?” He trailed his lips along my jaw and paused before pressing his to mine. His breath ghosted across them then it dawned on me.

“I need to freshen up.” Toothbrush, makeup, hairbrush. Where did I leave my bag last night?

Stanley took my hand and firmly gripped his erection with it. “Feel that, Jobe? You did that. Not your hair, not your makeup, not your clothes. You and you alone. Though I must admit that hot silky number you stripped down to last night was deliciously divine.”

Now this, I was fully on board with.

As I stroked him, his lips finally met mine. Our first kiss was monumental and quickly escalated. Our tongues danced together as though they had a million times over. The feel of his tongue gliding around mine was more than worth the wait.

“This will go smoother if we’re both naked.”

“What? Oh, yeah. Yeah.” Stanley chuckled as I stuttered. “Sorry, my mind was elsewhere.”

Stanley helped me out of my silky two-piece then slid out of his boxers. Finally, flesh on flesh. His firm erection against mine. How many nights I’d dreamed of riding him, watching his face as he chased the orgasm I brought him to. I couldn’t wait to see if he was as beautiful in real life when he came as he was in my mind.

He wrapped his hand around our cocks and stroked them, the foreskin sliding up and down as his lips once again descended upon mine. I could kiss this man for hours. Kissing wasn’t something I often did, far too personal, but with Stanley I never wanted to stop. My legs widened and he never missed a beat, or a stroke, as he slid between them. Fuck, if I didn’t pace myself I’d come too fast.

“Stanley. Daddy.” My mind swirled as it searched for words. “Gonna come too fast.”

“I was banking on that. My personal goal was to make you come twice before breakfast.”

Holy hell, this man would soon have my heart if he didn’t already.

Stanley slithered down beneath the sheets, nipping and sucking my flesh along the way. When he reached my cock I drew in a breath as he slid his warm mouth over it.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” I chanted and firmly gripped his hair as my hands glided along with the movements of his head.

Not long after, I gave a single warning just as I released. “Daddy.” I couldn’t have stopped if I tried and neither did he as he proceeded to swallow every last drop of my come.

I barely had time to catch my breath before his tongue slid down my perinium and circled my hole. Every nerve ending in my body was on edge as he slowly worked me open. When he hit that magical spot, my cock reawakened.

“There’s my boy.” He reached into to the nightstand to pull out the supplies. Any previous questions I had of how Stanley felt about me evaporated as I watched this wonderful man roll a condom down his shaft as he prepared to enter me for the first time.

“Jobe, consent is everything. Are you sure this is what you want?”

“More than anything, Daddy.”

Stanley’s face lit up as he lined up with my hole and slowly pressed inside. His eyes never left mine. The enormity of what I saw reflected in them would’ve knocked me on my ass had I not been lying down. This wonderful man cared for me. Not my ass. Not what I could give him, but for the real me.

What did I ever do to deserve him?

“Jobe, sweetheart,” he paused as he bottomed out. “You’re perfect.” Stanley brushed the hair from my forehead. “Mine.”

“Yours for as long as you’ll have me.”

“Forever.”

No more words were said as for the first time in my life a man, the one man I wanted more than my next breath, made love to me. I basked in the feels, no racing to cross the finish line then get dressed and go home. He owned me, mind, body, and soul. And when my name ghosted past his lips as he came, I melted in his embrace and did the same.

Without a shred of doubt, I was in love with Stanley Grainger.

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