“Yes, baby.”
Resting his chin on my chest, he looked up at me. “Will you… will you squeeze my hips a little harder, Daddy? I want you to give me bruises.”
Fucking hell.
I took my hand off his head and increased the pressure on hips. A soft moan slipped past his lips, and his hands flew to my chest, nails struggling to find purchase.
“You can unbutton my shirt, Kitten. Take what you need from Daddy.”
Eager fingers worked quickly, popping button after button until enough of me was exposed that he could sink his little claws in the thick skin covering my sternum.
His assault stung, and I reveled in the sharp lick of pain as it spread across my chest. His desperation was familiar now, and I needed it as much as he did.
“I’m not mad at you anymore, Daddy.” He said, voice soft. “You were trying to protect my heart muscles, weren’t you?”
I kissed his head. “I can’t force a bandage on your heart the way I can your arms.”
“My heart doesn’t need a bandage. I promise. I wasn’t afraid when those men were talking. Mostly, I was wondering if an arm is still alive for a few seconds after it gets chopped off.” He ran his fingers through the small puddles of blood he’d made. “Like… did the fingers still move? That would be cool. Also, do you think Jack saved that arm, and can I have permission to look at it? I want to see the bone inside.”
My boy was right. My love for himdidmake me crazy—feral, even. Blinded with the urge to protect him, I nearly forgot just who he was and what he was capable of.
Silas was special. He navigated darkness as if it were an old friend, weaving in out of nightmares and haunted houses, searching for monsters he should’ve been afraid of but wasn’t.
His alias was an emblem of his desire. It offered him the opportunity to wander through the shadows undetected, taking apart the monsters as he found them, deciding which ones he thought were good and which ones were evil.
Thank fuckhe’d found me.
“No, baby, I don’t think Jack still has it, but I’ll see what I can do about getting you one, okay?” I slipped my thumb under his chin and tipped it upward. “I’m sorry I let my obsession take away what you needed tonight. Daddy’s going to buy you one of those teeny tiny listening devices, and I’ll wear it wherever I go, okay?”
His eyes widened. The desire I saw in them made my cock hard. “Are you being serious, Daddy?”
“Would you like that, Kitten?”
“Ohmygod,yes.” He pressed his face to my chest and let out a whine. “My undies are getting all wet, Daddy.”
“Hmm.” I shoved my hand in the front of his briefs, cupping his cock in the palm of my hand. His balls throbbed against my skin, and I gave them a little squeeze. “You know how much I love sticky little boys, Kitten.”
“I’m sticky, Daddy. So, so sticky.”
Sweeping my thumb over the head of his cock, I captured the wetness there. Then I brought that thumb to his mouth and painted the evidence of his arousal across his swollen lips.
“Take your cock out of your briefs, baby. Balls too.”
His hands shook as he did as he was told. A heavy groan tore through his tiny body when the cool air swept across the heated, sensitive skin.
I palmed the back of his head. “Are you doing okay, baby?”
“Yes,please,Daddy. I need to… to…”
“I’m going to give you what you need, Kitten. I promise.” I trailed a finger down his cock. “If you’ve had enough, or decide you don’t like it anymore, just say stop, okay?”
He nodded.
“Give me your words, Silas. I need to know if you understand.”
“I understand, Daddy. Stop means stop. Yes means go.” He trembled against me. “I’m saying yes, Daddy. Yes. Yes. Yes. Ye—”
I kissed him.