Page 35 of Step Daddy

Chapter Eleven

Kit couldn’t slow his mind. He also couldn’t get comfortable in the passenger seat of the truck in his form-fitting slacks. Other than the last demo they’d gone to with the sounds, he’d been hard almost the entire night. Watching that had been an excellent dick-witherer. He’d blurted out a rather loud ‘Lancaster’ the moment the tip of the thick sound started entering the sub’s slit.

But true to his word, Gareth had quickly led him from the room then reassured him that he wasn’t mad at Kit over his outburst. He’d held and caressed him, kissed his temple then suggested they leave because his boy was on sensory overload. Then Gareth had promised to bring him back another time.

Another time. And he was Gareth’s boy. That’s what he kept saying, anyway. Did he mean for real? Or just for the night? On a trial basis or…?

It wasn’t fair of him to expect Gareth to make any promises. They were barely getting to know each other again as stepbrothers, never mind anything else. Especially this. A sexual relationship between stepbrothers alone would give people pause, but add in the kink? He couldn’t even bring himself to think how Mom would react.

Gareth idly brushed his thumb back and forth over the back of Kit’s hand. Gareth had reached for him once he’d gotten the truck going and was alternating between clasping his hand and shifting gears. They hadn’t spoken much, but Kit didn’t mind. He couldn’t stop thinking about the figging.

After peeling what the Dom called a finger of fresh ginger that he’d sliced off the ‘hand’, he’d described how the oils would cause a burning sensation inside the sub’s ass, and that the more he struggled, the more the intense oil would do its worst. Then he’d saturated the clean piece in cool water, explaining that lube would negate the effect of the oils, and that the wetness would make it slick enough.

The sub was restrained over a cushioned table, his hole on display for the purposes of the demonstration. Kit had gritted his teeth as the Dom slowly inserted the thick finger, teasing his sub’s rim and gently fucking him with it before pushing it all the way in. The Dom had also cut a notch in the piece toward the bottom, effectively making a stopper so the ginger didn’t disappear inside the sub’s rectum.

At first, nothing happened, and Kit wondered what all the fuss was about. But after a few minutes the sub began squirming and keening, seemingly desperate to escape the onslaught of sensation. Once it was all over, Kit had a million questions for Gareth. Most of them revolved around ‘why the fuck’?

Then Gareth pulled him aside and patiently explained how, once again, it was different for everyone. In this case, the Dom was presenting it as a punishment. However, Gareth also said that some boys were turned on by the practice, enjoyed more extreme sensations—particularly the ones who were into ass play. Which of course, answered why Gareth brought up that subject earlier.

Kit glanced sideways at Gareth. Not a word had been spoken about what was next. They’d gotten as far as leaving and Gareth saying they were going home. Was it? Was it Kit’s home or had he merely tossed out that word without thinking?

Don’t expect promises.

He couldn’t cling too tightly to the hope that they would end up as Daddy/boy—even more so because he legitimately didn’t know if that was what he wanted. He had zero doubts about wanting Gareth, no worries there. Especially since all he could think about was being with him, Gareth kissing, touching, sucking… Maybe more? Would Gareth want to do that to him? Fuck him?

Kit wondered if he’d like it. Until the attraction to his brother had started building, he’d never considered being with a man at all. Which for him meant he’d never thought about getting fucked by a guy either. But now it was all he could think about, at least if the man he was thinking about was Gareth.

Gareth cleared his throat then squeezed Kit’s hand before letting go to turn into the condo’s parking garage. “We should talk when we get inside. Unless you’re too tired?”

“I’m not too tired.” Kit’s voice trembled a little. He hoped Gareth hadn’t noticed.

Kit kept his eyes trained forward, afraid to see Gareth’s expression. Everything had been so intense and real at the club, so charged. The atmosphere had crackled with sex and heat and decadent thrills and they’d been immersed in the moment.

Maybe Gareth had come to his senses.

They pulled into Gareth’s space and his hand landed on Kit’s knee. “Look at me.”

Kit chanced a peek and was met with Gareth’s smile. He let out a relieved sigh. This wasn’t a forced or melancholy smile. This was warm. Affectionate.

Gareth continued, “Nothing’s changed for me in the twenty minutes since we left the club. Has it for you?”

Kit shook his head vigorously. “Not at all. I meant everything I said. It wasn’t only because I was so horny.”

Gareth arched his eyebrows. “Oh? Being there turned you on?”

“Yeah. A lot.”

As much as it embarrassed him to admit such a thing, it was true. It wasn’t as if Gareth would think badly of him or look at him weird because he felt that way. This was Gareth’s world, his life. Kit would be safe sharing his desires with him.

Gareth didn’t answer right away, only stared. He shifted in his seat then swiped the back of his hand across his mouth. “We should go inside.”

Right as Kit reached for the door handle, Gareth barked out, “Wait!”

Kit jumped and slapped his palm to his chest. Gareth laid a hand on his arm. “Sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to say that with such force.”

Kit chuckled. “That’s okay. I did the same thing with my safeword.”

Gareth squeezed his arm. “I’m still proud of you for using it the second you hit your limit. That’s a good sign. Helps me feel safe with you.”

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