Page 51 of Coiled Tight
“Or be edged,” Cam added. He trailed the chains of the swing that connected the pieces of leather with two fingers, the rattling sound oddly soothing in the space we were in. “Just to be clear, I don’t know how long I’ll make it.”
“Without crying?”
“Without coming,” he corrected.
I chuckled.
“I doubt that’ll be a problem.”
It wouldn’t be a surprise, either. Cam had spent the entire trip anxious, a rod ready to bounce at the slightest sign. Then there was the fact that he sucked me off, and I didn’t return the favor.
“I’m just saying.”
“I know.” Fuck, was this him being playful, or nervous? I didn’t want it if it was the latter, but if it was the former? Blood rushed downward to my cock as I kneaded my fingers into the skin above his hipbones. “I also have a feeling you’re the kind of boy that craves being good for your Daddy.”
A stifled whimper was the response I got.
“Saúl—”
I turned him around. I knew he struggled with face-to-face interactions half of the time, but it didn’t stop me from tucking his chin up and forcing him to meet my gaze. “When we’re down here, it’s Daddy. Okay?”
Cam’s eyes widened, his lips parting. I didn’t question what his response was going to be, but I still held my breath until the words left his mouth, the air charging with lust around us.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy.”
Damian, thank fuck, had just sat down by one of the pretentious armchairs he had stacked against one of the walls. I knew I was going to get so much shit from him as soon as Cam was out of earshot, but I also knew I could trust him to behave. There was no way I would’ve allowed this with only minor grumbling otherwise. In a way, I appreciated that he was here. Ithadbeen a long time, and Ihadtold Damian more than once that kink wasn’t for me any longer, that I wasn’t interested in anything.
It didn’t mean I had forgotten the basics, or anything else that would seriously endanger Cam, but…
Safety in numbers. Or something.
“Now, we’re going to pretend Damian isn’t here, and you’re going to focus on me and tell me what you want.”
We should’ve covered much more earlier, but… Lack of practice. That, and my head really wasn’t in the game when it came to him. I had no idea how I’d managed this long while living under the same roof, or what exactly it was about leaving the safety of the refuge that had broken the spell, but I needed him. I needed him under my care, under my weight, under my… Everything.
“Yes, Daddy.” Cam leaned forward, our foreheads touching. “You were right, y’know. About the praise, I mean. I—Um. I want to be good.”
I hummed, skimming my hands to tease the edge of his shirt. He was too clothed for this, but then again, so was I. Ideally, we would’ve headed upstairs, and I would’ve sent him to douche in the bathroom because it didn’t matter if we were going to do anal or not, I liked the ritual of it. The idea of putting a stop to any of this now was inconceivable, though. It would’ve been back then, too, on the couch, while he was trying his best to keep it together.
“Lucky for me, praising you is not a hardship,” I joked.
Cam’s eyes narrowed. “You realize I’m a brat, too, right? And that’s not really funny, like of course it’s not a hardship, I’m a delight.”
“Enough of a delight to kiss me?”
The fucker pretended to think about it before he pressed further into me. I was curious as to how he’d kiss. I wasn’t expecting aggression from him, but would he be confident? Shy? Soft? Would he hesitate at the very last second and wait for me to take the reins?
It was only a kiss, but it felt bigger than anything else we’d be doing down here.
Cam licked his lips, and I could just tell his heart was racing, threatening to beat out of his chest.
The feeling was mutual. I feared it would fill me with dread, that I’d cave because I wasn’t ready for what that mutuality would bring forth. Instead, I stood taller, itched closer, my thumbs pressing against the sides of his jaw, setting him at the perfect angle.
Nothing else existed, just like I’d told him. It was just the two of us, the leather behind him I’d crafted, and the charged air pushing us closer as if it was now a living entity.
“Yes, Daddy.” He sighed out the words before cutting the distance.
