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“Who’s back there?” I yelled. “My brother’s mad strong, and I’m scrappy as fuck!” Two dogs suddenly barked, and I snapped my stare toward the dog yard. Holy fuck, they were here. All four of them. “Take it easy, scrappy,” Wade called. “It’s just me.”
I knew he was a Dom, and he definitely had Daddy tendencies, but that was about it.
Speaking of kink, I did have a question for him. Something I’d been mulling over for months, if not longer. “May I ask you a kink-related question?”
“Bigly,” I said. Although, that wasn’t necessarily correct. “Maybe more of a primal prey. It’s the adrenaline for me more than pain. Pain is the tool.”
The other day, he’d read a book for a couple of hours, and then he’d put it down, remained seated, and simply stared off into space. Like a psychopath.
“I know.” Ugh, he was smug again. “Smug Doms are the worst.” “Oh no,” he laughed. “Smug brats, however…”
“Sure.” He frowned a little. “You want me to wait here till you’re asleep?” A thousand times yes, and if I told him that, he’d think I was a weak loser. “No, it’s okay,” I lied. It was best to throw in some humor too. “I just want easy access to shelter if a tree falls over this part of the cabin.”
“I hate it when you talk down about yourself, blue. You make it sound like everything is your fault. When something goes wrong, you internalize it and blame yourself.”
So why was I so drawn to him? Why had my feelings changed direction so overwhelmingly? After a moment, he broke our gaze and closed his eyes. “I guess I’ll try to sleep now,” he mumbled. “Goodnight, Sir.” I swallowed and looked up at the ceiling, and I let out a breath. “Goodnight, blue.” Sweet dreams, little one.
“Mister Wadey Doc?” I snorted softly. That one was new. “Yes?” He grinned, half timid for some reason, and scooted closer. “I gotta whisper something in your ear.” The fuck you do, boy.
“I just wanted to tell you that I’m super happy,” he whispered. “This has been the best kidnapping in the universe.”
He was trembling on top of me, so I eased my hands down his body firmly and held him to me. He shuddered and acted as if he was trying to set up camp under my skin. As if he didn’t already have a permanent residence there. “Please don’t regret this,” he begged.
And that while one side of me needs a Daddy and an awesome pillowcase collection, the other wants a Sadist to chase him down and rapefuck him into oblivion? I’m still the guy who enlisted in the Army, the idiot who got arrested for assault because some asshole punched me first, and the genius who’s currently putting you in your place.”
We couldn’t go back. And why would we? I wanted a second first kiss. One that I could remember and think back on.
I could hem and haw till the cows came home, and I’d never felt this absurd urgency to commit or jump into things. Until now.
“Fuck yourself on my cock, little one.” He let out a pained wailing sound, his head falling back on my shoulder. “On-only,” he cried. “Only Daddy c-can rape me like this.”
“You’re my everything,” he bit out breathlessly. “My slut baby, my property, my brat, and my sweetheart.”
we settled on Silver Diner.” I nodded as Wade released me. “A good place to die if this goes south,” I noted. “That was my second reason for pickin’ the place,” Chris said, not missing a beat. “Don’t even joke about that.” Wade’s sense of humor was different.
“Are you ready for the first day of the rest of your life?” He exhaled a chuckle, and I pulled him in for a quick kiss and a hug. We tried to be discreet at work, but I just needed something to tide me over until tonight. He smirked a little and smoothed a hand down my shirt. “That day started when you hunted me down on the tundra.”
