Page 104 of Wrestling with Daddy
Carding his fingers through Nathan’s hair was nowhere near enough to satisfy all he wanted to do to the boy, but Ken was following the rules. Rules the brat had only remembered to inform him of after the mysterious delivery had arrived—a box of homemade glazed doughnuts because Ken had teased him the other day about eating the prefabricated, artificial ones. He thought he’d get away with intaking all that sugar because this time it was bought at a real bakery.
Ken was digressing, but digressing helped from keeping his mind off the scene before them. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and grunts following each slap was harder to block, but he was getting there.
It was the main way he was going to go through the night. The night in which he couldn’t fuck or engage sexually with Nathan because the brat being collared—and thoroughly fucked at the moment—had decided he only wanted eyes on him and no sub was allowed to enjoy the night.
Another Dom had mentioned they could jack off or do whatever, but Ken had no interest in relieving himself if he couldn’t use Nathan’s body or involve him in any way. Besides, it was easy to read the discomfort radiating off Nathan in waves since they’d walked into the small-ish dungeon. Ken figured the reason he was here and not in one of the bigger clubs downtown had to be a smaller entrance fee. It was the only thing that made sense.
“Is this seat taken?” A guy wearing jeans and a leather bonnet asked Ken.
“Have at it.” At least there had been no rule about subs not being able to kneel.
Ken spared a glance in Nathan’s direction. The boy kept his eyes on the newcomer for a few seconds. There was recognition there, but he wasn’t recoiling.
“You’re late, Sir.”
“Got held up.” The Dom rolled his eyes before he addressed Ken. “I’m Marcus. I’m going to assume you’re Nathan’s Daddy. He hasn’t shut up about you.”
“That’s not fair,” Nathan pouted. “You’re just the only one I like here.”
“I know.” Marcus chuckled.
“Ken. It’s nice to meet you.”
It would’ve been nicer to meet him when he could either properly stake his claim on Nathan, or they could talk without the sounds of two people fucking. Two people Ken didn’t feel too fond of and who were getting on his nerves.
None of that was Marcus’s fault, however. Less so when something told him his tardiness had had little to do with being held up at work, and more to do with not wanting to be there in the first place.
“I wanted to thank you,” Marcus leaned closer to whisper. Ken got a whiff of sandalwood and something else. Bitter. “I’m assuming you’re the one who helped him after the flogging, when he dropped.”
Ken nodded.
He thought his muscles would tense with jealousy, but none of that appeared. He guessed he would’ve felt some irrational anger if the guy who had flogged his boy and then left him home was a douchebag—like half of the men he’d been introduced to so far. Nathan had said he liked Marcus, though, and he seemed all right.
“Thank you for checking in on him, too. I didn’t think that was anything other than basic decency before Nathan told me about this place.”
Marcus winced. “We’ve not had the best crowds lately.”
The ceremony took way too long. Ken was ready to drag Nathan back into his car by the time they’d said their goodbyes, and he almost did.
“Get in the car. We’re getting out of here.”
“So bossy, Daddy.”
“Watch the tone,” Ken teased.
Time to get his plan in motion and for that to begin, he needed Nathan in the car where he couldn’t notice him sending a simple text.
Ken
Last question, boy. Are you happy in Sacramento?
Ken was genuinely nervous by the time he got behind the wheel. Nathan had his phone clutched in his hands, eyes zeroed in on the words on the screen.
“What does this mean, Daddy?”
“You have to answer the question first.”
He heard Nathan sigh, deflate against the leather seat as he chewed on his lip. “I like… my place, I guess. And the food.”
