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Maybe it was because I had such a shitty afternoon doing shitty things for my shitty family, but I decided‘fuck it’with trying to act civilized. I wanted to see Butch blush again. I wanted to know if his ass would color just as nicely as his face after I was done with it. As soon as I filled myself with fried chicken, I was gonna take this man home and bury myself so far inside him he’d remember me until next calendar year.
Assuming I don’t scare him off first.
I knew I was an intense individual, with both natureandnurture to blame, but at least I owned it. We supes were required to wear masks when suited up in public. All that accomplished was to make me more determined to be as true to myself as possible at every other opportunity.
Let’s see what you can handle, himbo.
“Is today a cheat day, Butch?” I lowered my voice, tasting his name on my tongue, pure predatory instinct roiling just below the surface of my skin.
He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, capturing my attention. “It could be…” He gazed at me, searching my face for…
Permission.
Good LORD, I was going toruinthis man. I was going to repay Kai for her excellent matchmaking prowess with the voyeur’s special full orchestra performance. My cock was probably going to Hulk its way through the wall separating our apartments with the sheer force of our fucking.
Taking a steadying breath, I leaned across the table, practically purring as he instinctively moved to meet me halfway. He smelled like fresh air on a windy day, and a visceral image surfaced of being out on the Bay, riding the waves—temporarily distracting me.
“What I think,” I whispered, hooking a finger into the collar of his shirt, reeling him in until I could feel his breath on my lips. “Is that you should eat whatever the fuck you want tonight. Because I want you to enjoy yourself.”
The change that came over him was practically orgasmic. Butch’s pretty blue eyes fluttered closed, his enormous body almost melting through the greasy table and onto the floor as he exhaled, fully accepting the permission I gave him.
Holy fuck.
This was someone whoneededto be dommed, who’d probably never realized until this moment that this was what he’d been craving like the air he breathed. Forget bi-awakening, I had asub-awakening on my hands, and I had never been more here for anything in my entire goddamn life.
Come. To. Daddy.
CHAPTER4
BUTCH
There was only one other man who’d captivated me the way Xander did. Since a date with Doctor Antihero was never going to happen, I was determined to appreciate every minute of this experience while it lasted.
The rash decision to create a Bangers profile came in the middle of another sleepless night, and it was pure dumb luck that I’d attracted someone like this. If it wouldn’t have been super weird, I might have pinched myself to check I wasn’t dreaming.
I can’t believe this is happening!
He was just so…handsome.Tall and leanly muscular, with hands I couldn’t stop staring at. I didn’t think I’d ever noticed a man being attractive before, but Xander’s light brown skin and pitch black hair perfectly complemented his amber eyes… eyes that kept settling on my face—reallylookingat me as if hesawme.
I wish he could.
We’d only been at the diner for an hour, but my date already had me wrapped around his little finger. I was fascinated with his graceful gestures—with how he ate his food—and fixated on every word that came out of his mouth. The way my body reacted to him speaking felt like a light switch was turned on, illuminating a room that had always been dark. Everything he said feltimportant.
“Well,fuck me,that fried chicken was excellent,” he huffed a laugh, as if surprised, but delighted to be surprised. Those arresting eyes focused on me again, lighting me up. “You did good,Butch. Very good.”
Oh, my GOD!
The uncontrollable moan that slipped out of my mouth made my cheeks heat. I normally wasn’t soawkwardin front of other people. In fact, I had been intensely coached on how to remain calm and composed even under the most insane circumstances—but that didn’t seem to matter here. With Xander, I was apparently doomed to be a total loser who got hard when complimented on my food choices.
He chuckled softly, a warm sound that made me feel better instead of worse. “You like it when I praise you, huh?”
Is that a thing?
“Yeah,” I rubbed the back of my neck, unsure what the correct answer was. “Maybe I do…”
“You do,” he said, blessedly leaving no room for argument. “You’re a completeslutfor my praise, and I think you’d do just about anything I said if it meant you got to be my…good boy.”
“Sugar!” I gasped, my entire body reacting to him, starting with my dick. It was a struggle, but I regained my composure, suddenly suspicious of what sorcery was going on here. “Are you… using some sort of,” I lowered my voice, so as not to disturb the elderly couple in the booth across the way.“Sex magicon me?”
