Chapter 12

I hated, loathed, and detested going out. Bars were my kryptonite, and I only tolerated them when I wanted to get laid. I could count on one finger the times I'd been to the Sea Shanty off-duty, including tonight. I hated meeting new people off the job. Well, I hated meeting new ones on the job, too, but it was required and unavoidable.

Despite all that, trivia had been fun. I had fun with people I didn't know at a bar with a guy I was only supposed to be friends with benefits.

How did kicking ass at trivia night fit into our Daddy experiment? I had no fucking clue, but remembering the friends-with-benefits rules got more difficult by the day. I was the one who'd called the arrangement casual. I'd known from the outset I wasn't built for relationships, so it was best if I never pretended otherwise. But lately, the idea of being in a relationship with Will—with Daddy—popped into my mind repeatedly.

Will seemed uninterested in changing me. I read all the romance novels, and the Daddies always had these lists of rules for their boys. I knew myself well enough to know that those men would never be the Daddy for me.

What I needed was a Daddy who knew my anger was directed at me. It would be nice if he was the kind who accepted that I wouldn't ever be that sweet fucking boy, no matter how shy and tongue-tied I got in the moment. In a perfect world, it would be Will.

I shouldn't have yelled tonight. It had made me so fucking scared to think that Will could have walked in on someone like Mr. McCade had today. Did Will even know how to protect himself? Did he know how to fight back? I was almost certain he didn't have a gun, but the thought of him being unprotected made me queasy and pissed off in equal measure.

If I didn't turn off my brain immediately, I knew I would spiral, so I cataloged Will's house instead. I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but he wasn't wrong about his house. He had put nothing on the walls, and the furniture looked like college dorm castoffs. Driving by his house, you could see the effort he had put into his yard. It was a jarring difference.

After I'd screwed up the cinnamon roll delivery so spectacularly, I'd wanted to tell him how much I liked his garden. It was mostly three-season, and, like, I didn't know, fucking lush or something.

When I was working out in the pole barn, I had a decent view of his backyard. He had put in just as much effort there but with more of an emphasis on seating. There were some chairs around a fire pit and twinkle lights strung everywhere. It looked like he had left space to put in a hot tub but hadn't done it yet.

If I was whimsical, which I fucking was not, I'd say that you'd expect wood fairies or some shit to stop by. How could a guy whose garden was so great not be able to keep houseplants alive?

Now that I was getting a good look at them, I might steal—no, it would be a rescue, a life-saving rescue mission— them and help them not die withering deaths in terracotta pots. They were snake plants, for fuck's sake. I was pretty sure it had been around since the dinosaurs. Decision made. The plants would be liberated tonight.

"Baby, I'm going to grab some groceries, and then we can head over." Will breezed back into the living room.

He'd changed into lounge pants. The outline of his dick was easier to see, and my mouth watered at the possibility of tasting him. I knew it was late and we both had work in the morning, but I'd happily give up sleep if it meant I got to put his cock in my mouth.

I'd had more spank-bank fantasies in my shower over the last two weeks than I had in the last two years. Will had had a starring role in every single one of them. I appreciated him being respectful and all that shit, but my hand was not doing the trick. I needed my mouth on him.

Will exited the kitchen, interrupting my merry-go-round thoughts. I attempted to look in the grocery bag, but he batted my hand and swung the bag away from me. "Nope, breakfast is a surprise. No peeking."

He ignored my pout but pushed to his tiptoes and kissed my nose. I wasn't sure when I started liking cute shit, but I damn sure liked it with him. What the fuck had happened in my life? After I double-checked that his windows and doors were secure, we headed for my place.

Between his backyard twinkle lights, the moon, and my porch light, we had enough light to use the short path through the wooded area between our houses. My backyard looked as neglected as Will's house. Maybe Will could help me make it look better?

My house was how I liked it, and I kept my houseplants alive, but the ones outside were beyond me. Anything outside wouldn't happen until next spring.

Would Will even be around then? He had jumped into this Daddy thing with both feet. It was much more likely that he'd have gotten bored and moved on from me by then. Just the thought of that made a band tighten around my chest. I knew I wouldn't get to keep Will, but I damn sure wasn't ready to give him up. I gave myself a mental shake.

Focus.

There was no point in worrying about him leaving when he was here now, and if I were lucky, I'd finally know what his cock felt like when he was coming down my throat.

Will took the key from my hand and unlocked the door to let us into the dark cabin. We both toed off our dirty shoes and started to shed our jackets. In the darkened hallway, my brain started racing again. My nerves were going to be the death of me.

Tonight had been so much fun, and meeting his friends was fantastic. I think they liked me. I hope they liked me. My family didn't give a shit about the random facts I'd learned from all my reading, but Will's friends had seemed genuinely excited about them. Maybe they were just humoring me and didn't actually like me but didn't want Will to know. As if on cue, the vise grip of anxiety tightened again. Fuck. I hated this side of me.

It was fucking exhausting. One night. I wanted one goddamn night that was fun and easy, where I didn't spend the rest of the night worrying I'd said something stupid or rude. If it was a family event, I could depend on my parents to ensure every screw-up was discussed in excruciating detail. Will didn't seem like the kind of person who did that, but what the fuck did I know?

With a quick grab, Will shoved me against the wall of the back hallway. It surprised me enough that I gave no resistance. Will took the plants out of my hands, set them on the floor, then stepped forward and knocked his foot between my feet. I spread my legs, and he stepped between them. "I can hear you thinking. Beckett, my friends loved you. You were amazing tonight."

He reached up and cupped my jaw with a soft hand. His fingers dug into my skin just under my jaw. It was enough pressure that it stung a little, and I liked how it grounded me to him. He snaked his other hand under my shirt. My muscles jumped when I felt his fingertips ghost over my chest until they reached one of my nipples.

My moan echoed in the hallway. It felt like we were alone in the world. There was no one else I wanted with me at that moment. Will's fingernails scraped along my chest, exploring the groves and indentions. My lungs worked in spurts, stopping and starting. It was impossible to draw a proper breath when Daddy touched me.

He'd dropped his other hand and now it was under my shirt too. My hands hung uselessly at my sides. I wanted to touch Daddy, but I was afraid he might stop. His hands traced over the hard nubs on my chest. I'd never had anyone play with them so much, but holy fucking God, I was here for it.

"Baby, put your hands, palms flat, against the wall. You don't move them unless I give you permission. Do you understand me?" Will's whispered voice was so commanding. The only thing my brain could manage was an emphatic nod. Will's chuckle was sinful.

I finally managed to croak out a husky "Yes."

Will leaned up, and his soft breath brushed the shell of my ear. "Follow the rules, or I won't be able to give you what you need, baby. I'm going to ask you another question. You don't speak until I allow you to speak. Until I tell you to speak, you nod your head for yes or shake for no."

His tongue traced the cords of muscle straining in my neck, and I couldn't control the whimper that bubbled from my throat.

"Good boys get rewards." My entire body shuddered at Daddy's words. My cock throbbed in my jeans, and I felt dampness spread in my underwear. "Good boys get to come. Good boys get to taste Daddy's cock." Every cell in my body screamed at me to put my hands on him, and I fought against the surging need to feel him.

"Do you know what bad boys get?" My eyes widened and I frantically shook my head. "Bad boys get played with but don't get to come. Bad boys have to watch Daddy play with his own cock, but they don't get to touch him. They don't get to taste him." Will's mouth had traveled up to my ear. He sucked on my earlobe, punctuated with sharp nips.

"I'm going to ask you a question. You will answer properly, and I want to hear your voice."

The entire time he'd been speaking, Daddy's hands never left me. His fingers plucked and pinched my nipples. They were diamond-hard points now, and each tweak sent a shock wave that reverberated straight to my cock. They felt puffy and sore under his fingers, but my cock had never been so hard.

"Do you want to be a good boy for your Daddy?" His soft question was enough to send another pulse to my throbbing cock. If I didn't have a release soon, I would lose my mind and come in my jeans without a single touch to my cock.

"Yes, Daddy. I want to be your good boy."

Will's mouth slammed into mine. His tongue pushed into my mouth. His fingers flexed against my pectoral muscles. Will took ownership of my mouth with every stroke of his tongue against mine. My cock wept and throbbed painfully. I desperately tried to thrust against Daddy, seeking friction in any way I could find it, but he kept his hips back from mine. I thrust into the air.

Will traced his fingers down the sides of my torso until they reached the top of my jeans. He stilled my hips, and I couldn't control the mewl that escaped my throat. This man turned me into a whimpering mess without putting a single finger on my cock. With his hands holding my hips, I used every ounce of self-control to keep myself still.

Desire for Will exploded through my body. It had never felt this way for me. When he claimed me, I wanted to rip myself open and give over every piece of me. There was no part of me I wanted to keep hidden from him.

He knew how much I hated my shyness and anxiety.

He knew it and accepted me anyway.

He made me feel sexy and desired and wanted in a way that I hadn't known existed.

With his mouth and hands on me, I wanted to be whatever kind of boy he needed from me for as long as we did this thing.

I'd set this up as an experiment, but I knew it was more than that for me. Hell, I'd probably known it then too. With every breath I took in this darkened hallway, I wanted to belong to him in all the ways I could. I'd stay until he didn't want me anymore.

Will's insistent hands pushed up my shirt to get better access to my chest, but my hands were still glued flat to the wall. Will's smile was feral.

"Baby, I'm so proud of you." His voice was low like we were sharing a secret. "I said keep your hands flat and you haven't moved them. Keep them there."

Will pushed my shirt up and over my head until it yoked my shoulders. I wasn't actually restricted, but its tightness was a reminder of who was in charge. And, thank fuck, it wasn't me.

Will's tongue replaced his hands on my chest. His mouth left wet kisses along my torso and he traced every ridge with his tongue. His trail of kisses started at my neck, and he inhaled deeply at the crook of my shoulder.

"Baby, you smell so good. Do you know why?" I slowly shook my head no. He hadn't given me permission to speak again. "Because you smell like mine." A shiver ran through me when he spoke with a feral gleam in his eye.

I almost didn't recognize this man. Gone was the neighbor who baked me cinnamon rolls, the sweet man who went on lunch dates with me in the park, and the nice guy who let me call him Daddy. He's been replaced with this fucking sex god with a filthy mouth who wanted to own me. And I wanted to be owned by him. He'd taken away every decision from me, and the only thing I had to do to please him was exactly what he asked.

I would be his good boy.

I would be his cum slut that got to drink from his cock.

I would be his whore that begged for him to suck my cock.

My whines grew in volume, and I felt his smirk against my skin. "What's the matter, baby? What do you need from me? You can ask for what you need, sweetheart." It took a second for my mouth to figure out how to form words.

"Daddy, I want to suck your cock." My voice sounded needy to my own ears, and a sheen of sweat had broken out on my skin.

I needed him in my mouth more than I'd ever needed anything. More than water. More than air.

"Oh no, baby, that's not how you ask for things." Oh fuck. "I like my baby to have pretty manners." Oh fuuuuck.

"You can do better. I know you can." His mouth was back to sucking and biting me on alternating nipples. Just when I thought I would explode, he'd stop and switch to the other. Daddy tortured me over and over again. My cock was so hard I wanted to cry."Try again, baby."

"Daddy, please let me suck your cock. I need you so much. I wanna taste your cum."

My pleading words fell on deaf ears because he never broke his pace of alternating torture. My body trembled and precum seeped through my jeans. I was sure my pupils were dilated and I looked wrecked from biting my lips to keep my hands in place.

Daddy leaned down, and his tongue snaked closer to the top of my jeans. "You want to be my cocksucker, baby? You want to be my cum slut?" He reached to unbutton the top of my jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down.

"Have you been my good boy today?" His hands bracketed my hips and pushed my jeans down farther. His tongue dipped into my belly button before continuing its path. He teased my treasure trail, and I could smell my musk.

Daddy's mouth sucked at the skin right above one of my hipbones. I hissed as his cheeks hallowed in and out. Just as the sting became too much, he laved the spot with his tongue.

"You have been, baby. You are such a good boy for Daddy." Pride exploded in my chest, and I preened under his praise.

My breathing was harsh, and I desperately wanted to put my hands on him. His own body had the same sheen of sweat as my own. His cock was pressed against his jeans, creating a wet spot that matched my own. My Daddy wanted me as much as I wanted him. I couldn't swallow my voice anymore. My groaning moans turned to pleading.

"Daddy, please, Daddy, I need your cock, Daddy. I need to taste you. I need you in my mouth. Daddy, please. Please."

I was incoherent with the need to be on my knees for him. I needed to service him and prove how much I could be his good boy. Will raised his head and looked me straight in the eyes. He looked as wrecked as I felt.

"Baby, shhh, I've got you." His arms slid around to my sweat-slicked back. "You are so good. You are the best boy a Daddy could ask for."

My heart leaped into my throat when he said boy, and my breathing stopped before I inhaled again with a gasp. "You've earned your treat tonight. I know how hard it was to go tonight." He breathed a kiss across my lips. "You kept me safe." He nibbled on my bottom lip. "You decide, baby. It's your reward."

His tongue dipped into my mouth for a quick taste. "Do you want me to suck your cock?" Another lick across my lips. "Do you want to suck my cock?" This time, he thrust his tongue deep into my mouth before beating a quick retreat. "What do you want, boy? I want to hear you."

I barely recognized my own voice. It sounded raspy and strangled, and I panted like I'd run a marathon all night. "Daddy, please let me suck your cock. I want to taste you. I want to swallow your cum."

He flashed me a wicked grin. "You wanna be my cocksucker? My whore? My dirty, dirty baby boy? You want me to fuck your mouth?"

My eyes glazed over at his words. All I could manage was frantically bobbing my head and mewling my desire for him. I would do anything to taste him and have him flood my belly with his jizz.

"Okay, baby boy, I'm going to give you what you need. What you need is to show Daddy what a cum slut you are. You want me to see how much your mouth likes being my whore."