“I want you to sit on the couch,” I told him. “I’m going to get you a glass of warm milk and a cookie. How does that sound?”
He shook his head. “No food. Please hug me.”
“Hey, come here.” I sat on the couch and pulled Ari onto my lap. I couldn’t have him being this terrified of his father all the time. Maybe I could speak with him alone and find out what he wanted. Was it money? I would gladly give it to him as long as he left a traumatized Ari alone. I’d never seen him this shaky before.
Ari sobbed softly against my shirt, and my heart broke for him. I couldn’t imagine what living with that monster would have been like for him to get this way. And this was all Anne’s fault. How could she have sent her son to live with such a vile person? She had to have known what kind of man he was. How could she?
It took a while for the heart-wrenching sobs to subside, but he kept sniffling. I needed to get him a tissue to wipe his nose, but I didn’t even dare suggest it with the state he was in. His hand snuck up under my shirt, and he sighed as he played with my nipple, rubbing the peak between his thumb and forefinger. I knew it didn’t mean anything sexual to him. He took comfort in it, but I was only a man, and my cock strained against the front of my pants.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured, stroking the back of his neck. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
Ari released my nipple, and I breathed out in relief. Until he reached for the hem of my shirt and tugged up.
“Ari,” I protested, my heart beating hard in my chest. I didn’t want to have sex with him when he was distraught.
“Please, Daddy.” He sniffled again. How could I resist him?
I let him take off my shirt, but instead of unzipping my pants, Ari relaxed in the crook of my arms and latched onto my left nipple. He sucked hard, and my cock jolted. Fuck. He was killing me.
It took everything in me, but I swallowed the curse and allowed him to take liberties that seemed to comfort him. My cock throbbed painfully between my legs, but I ignored it, breathing heavily through my nostrils as he suckled furiously. Seconds ticked by and the frantic tugging motion of his lips dwindled down. His chest rose and fell evenly, and his eyes were closed.
He’d fallen asleep.
Time to put him to bed. Then I could relieve myself in the bathroom. I eased his head back to free myself. Before I could get up, Ari’s eyes flew open, wide with panic, and a wounded wail left him that burrowed its way deep inside my heart.
“Shh, it’s okay.” I brought his head back to my nipple, and he captured it with a satisfied moan.
With a groan, I leaned my head back on the couch and prepared to take the torture just to comfort him.