Page 20 of Jace's Secret
Jace yanks on his hair, demanding eye contact. “What do you mean?”
“There’s something you’re holding back, too. Isn’t there?”
“Why would you say that?” Jace whispers, sounding shocked.
“My entire career is based upon the ability to read people. There’s a tension to you when we’re together, something you’re holding back. I want to know what it is.”
“You won’t like it. And I don’t owe you that much. Maybe if we start seeing each other regularly, then I’ll tell you.”
Garrett cups Jace’s ass in his hand, squeezing and delving between the boy’s cheeks, where he wants to be. “I like you putting up a boundary.”
Jace laughs, squirming closer. “I guess you do.”
“You gonna take care of me?” he asks, grinding his hard cock against Jace’s stomach.
“Yes. Please. Yes,” Jace promises. “I’ll take care of you, and I’ll be so good, D—” He stops himself just in time.
There it is. Or so he thinks.
Garrett goes still against him. His hands glide up Jace’s arms and then he’s cupping Jace’s face in his hands. Jace closes his eyes, probably scared that Garrett will see too much.
“Sweet boy,” he says, voice rough. “Will you be good for Daddy?”
“Don’t. You’ll leave.” Jace grabs onto him, gripping the fabric of his suit jacket, likely terrified and certain he’s fucked it up.
“I won’t. Tell me you’ll be good for Daddy, Jace.”
Jace shakes his head, eyes squeezed tightly closed.
Garrett swats Jace on the ass.
Jace yelps, eyes flying open wide and shocked. It wasn’t enough to hurt, just to make a point. To let Jace know that he’s willing to be his Daddy. That he knows on some primitive level exactly how to do that.
He soothes the area where his hand landed, stroking gently. “Poor boy. Did that hurt?”
Jace draws in a shaky breath, hands clenching on Garrett’s hips. “No. I… what do you want me to say?” His voice is uneven. His eyes are shiny.
“This is it, isn’t it, Jace? This is everything to you. Daddy. Do I get to be your Daddy, Jace?”
Jace nods. Then he tries to say it but there’s no sound. Just his sweet mouth shaping around the word. Garrett’s cock twitches against Jace’s stomach.
“Daddy?” Jace whispers.
“That’s right, Jace. That’s exactly who I am. It makes sense to me now.”
Jace doesn’t speak.
“What do you think?” Garrett demands and swats him again because it feels right. As if his boy needs it.
Jace makes a soft sound in his throat. “Damn,” he whispers. His forehead presses into Garrett’s chest. “That’s not fair. You can’t just spank me to win an argument.” He looks up at Garrett, eyes wide with surprise, pupils dilated. And then he burrows back in, even closer.
It hadn’t even occurred to Garrett that it could be so effective.
“There, there. Good boy,” he whispers, cock throbbing at the words.
Jace wraps his arms around Garrett’s neck, clinging tight.
He puts his hands on his boy’s ass, keeping him close against his erection. “I think we better get you on Daddy’s cock, don’t you?”
