Page 7 of Obey

“I have plenty in my room,” he assures me, standing up and grabbing my other hand. “Come on. I’ll show you.” He gestures through a small but relatively tidy apartment to an open door.

I follow him wordlessly. Once we’re in front of the bed, though, I push him down over the side of it. “Let’s see if you’re as good as your word.”

He squirms, letting out a laugh that sounds a little nervous. “Easy, Daddy. I still need to grab the lube.”

“Where is it?” I ask him.

He hesitates briefly before pointing to the bedside table, where there’s a huge bottle with a pump top. I grab it and head over to him, and he glances warily up at me. “There are condoms over there too.” Another nervous laugh. “Though I don’t know if they’ll fit you!”

“I have a condom,” I growl, pumping lube into my hand. “What would you have done if the condoms didn’t fit me?” I drive a finger into him to lube him up, drawing a gasp out of him.

“I… I…” He stutters. “I mean… I have a few sizes. It was just a joke…”

I snort and pull my finger out. With my clean hand, I undo my belt and zipper. Pulling my cock out is awkward, and I have to stroke myself a few times to get even half-hard. “You’re gonna end up regretting those jokes someday,” I say. I roll the condom onto my cock and start lubing up.

“Um.” He turns his head to look at me. “You’re making me a little uncomfortable,” he says, his smile unsteady. “I’ll be a good boy for you, Daddy!”

“Uncomfortable?” I grip his hip and line up my cock. “You said you wanted a hard pounding, right now. Didn’t you prep yourself in advance?”

“Well, yes, but I like a little more prep,” he says. “It’s fun, right? Playing around?”

For fuck’s sake, he’d been on a hook-up app, and now he’s being needy and demanding? I should’ve known with the daddy kink that he’d want more than to mewl out Daddy and take it hard.

My hand tightens on his hip, and the twink winces. “Hey, not so hard, okay? I’m not into rough play.”

I sigh and let go of him. “Forget it. This isn’t going to work.” I toss the condom into the bedside trashcan and grab a tissue to wipe myself off.

I’m not even hard anymore. Honestly, I don’t know if I would have been able to keep it up at all.

“God, fine,” he says. “I don’t want someone who treats me like shit anyway.” He grabs a pair of briefs from nearby. “Just leave.”

“Stop using the fucking hook-up apps, then,” I say, tucking myself back in. “You’re not going to find the nice guys on them.”

“Get out!” he snaps. “You don’t have to be such a dick.”

I storm out, not quite slamming the front door but wishing I had.

Well, fuck. That hadn’t done anything to put me in a better mood.

It’s still early, and I could still try another hook-up, but…

I know it won’t be satisfying at all.

If I can’t fuck anyone, in the very least I can fuck them up. I’ll head to Club Alpha, the BDSM club Cristiano recommended.

As long as I don’t get my cock out, it’ll be fine.

I can’t compare how they take a lash or a paddle to Maddox since I haven’t ever done that to him. I’d fantasized about it, and we’d talked about it, but we’d never gone that far.

And I won’t, either. No matter how much the idea makes my cock thrum with arousal.

THREE

MADDOX

I don’t have to beat anyone up anymore.

That doesn’t mean I don’t, or that I’m squeamish, or that I never get my hands dirty, but for the most part, my men handle that for me. They wouldn’t respect me if they hadn’t seen me come up in the ranks, and to do that, I’d had to do some questionable things.

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