Page 38 of Beg for Death
"Tell me, Daddy," Felix said as he reached out and grabbed my wrist, tugging lightly. "Please?"
Turning back to him, I searched his face and a flame lit in my abdomen. "You're mine." My fingers curled into his jaw. "My toy, my play thing, my whore. All mine, so you don't have to worry about feeling lonely. Not when you belong to Daddy."
Felix's face was stuck in a shocked expression. His eyes were wide, lips parted, hands clutching the teddy bear hard. He stayed like that for a long time until he finally blinked. And then he smiled, his eyes wide and turning wet before he jumped on me. Iwent down in a pile of limbs and swearing as he tackled me onto the mattress.
"You're keeping me?" he asked as he laid on top of me, his hands on either side of my face. "Really? You mean it?"
I grunted. "Yes," I said begrudgingly. "Don't you listen, boy? And will you get off me?"
"Five more minutes!" he said.
"No," I growled.
"Five more seconds!"
I tossed him off. Felix bounced on the bed, giggling like a crazy person before he grinned up at me. I climbed on top of him, trapping him with my body as he bit the inside of his cheek. I pinched his cheek and tugged it out.
"Stop," I ordered. "If I catch you biting your cheek again, I'm going to spank you. Every time you eat anything too hot or acidic, you wince and rub it like it did something to you when you're the one damaging it." I grabbed a fistful of his hair. "You don't get to damage my property."
"Yes, Daddy," he said as he smiled up at me. "Can I have a kiss?"
I glared. "You know you never stop asking for shit, right?"
"Yes!" He perked up. "Only with you, though. I never used to ask anyone for anything. I just stopped, but you don't mind."
How the hell was that true? I always either growled or told him no or told him to shut up. How did that translate in his head to me caring about what he asked for?
Probably because even when he annoys the hell out of me, I still do it.
Felix wiggled on the bed. His juicy ass rubbing against my sheets was exactly what I didn't need right now. All I wanted to do was push him back down into bed, slide into his ass, and fuck him all over again. Except I didn't. Instead, I got up and grabbeda handful of his hair. Positioning him back to where he belonged, I made him lay down.
"You need to rest," I said. "Now. No more fucking."
"Awww, but Daddy…"
"If you start misbehaving, you won't be getting anything from me for a long time. Do you really want to know what it's like not to be touched for a few days?"
Felix whimpered. "No, sir."
"That's what I thought."
I climbed into bed beside him and turned off the light. Reaching out, I wrapped an arm around his waist and dragged his body against mine. Felix turned and nuzzled his face against my neck, his breath warm and comforting in the dark.
"Go to sleep," I mumbled.
"You too." He yawned. "You did a lot today."
I snorted. Only he would think me fucking the life out of him a lot of work. That wasn't work to me. It was the best night I'd had in a long time. Probably since before I even went to prison. I buried my nose into his silken, soft curls. The citrusy scent of his shampoo filled my senses, and I groaned.
"Night, Daddy," he whispered.
"Night, Felix."
Chapter Sixteen
Felix
Iwas on cloud nine. Three days had passed since Ezra said I was his, and I was still reeling from the high. No one ever wanted to claim me. Even when Camreon and I had dated, it was in secret. None of his friends knew, and the only time he ever came around was at night or when the dorms weren't crowded. He didn't even claim me in secret. My father told people he had a son, but I was never actually introduced to them.
