Intoxicating (Elite Protection Services #1)

by Onley James

His father would never leave him alone. Never let him be who he was. Never let him have anything that might fill this giant, gaping hole inside him. What was the point? Of any of it.

He was just energy and atoms, and if he just let go of the wheel, it could all be over. No more pain. No more hurt. No more frustration. No more disappointment. No more Wyatt.

Wyatt had never had such a visceral reaction to another human in his life. Linc’s voice was gruff and growly, and it struck a chord low in Wyatt’s belly.

“Listen, kid. I’ve got all day. If it takes the next six months to get you to eat two

goddamn pieces of toast, well then, that’s what it takes. Try me.”

The look on the kid’s face when Linc had walked away without praising him for doing as he was told… Fuck.

How could he not go back? Not give him the words he’d been so desperate for? Linc was only human.

The word had bounced around Linc’s head all night as he’d thrust into his tightened fist, eyes clenched shut, imagining Wyatt riding his cock, head thrown back, full red lips parted as he panted, begging his Daddy to give him what he needed.

Linc wanted to use those angelic curls to tug Wyatt’s head to the side, bite bruises along his neck, mark him for all the world to see.

The boy would do anything Linc wanted, he knew it in a way he’d never be able to explain to another soul. Wyatt was his; his to kiss, his to fuck, his to protect and discipline.

Linc could slip inside Wyatt’s hot, tight channel and fuck him bent over the kitchen island, hands around his throat while Wyatt gasped for air, taking only what Linc allowed.

Maybe all Wyatt needed was a hand around his throat and somebody to use him up and take what they wanted. And Linc wanted. He wanted everything.

“Yes, what?”

“Say it. I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Wyatt w...

Linc bit at his lips, rocking their bodies faster. “Again, say it again.” “Pl...

Wyatt stared up at Linc, glassy-eyed and sated, like he’d heard the voice of God, like Linc was a god and getting Wyatt off had been some kind of goddamn epiphany.

“You’re just begging for it, aren’t you?” he growled into Wyatt’s ear. “Did you think if you misbehaved, I’d jerk you off again? Hmm?”

“Bad boys don’t get to come. Bad boys get punished. Do you understand?”

“You want to come, sweet boy?” “Yes, Daddy.” “Then you should learn to do what you’re told the first time.”

“You can touch yourself, but don’t you dare come until I tell you.”

“I want you, too. Just because we can’t keep doing this doesn’t mean I don’t want to keep doing this,”

“There are so many things I want to do to you that it would take me the next five and a half months just to list them,

“I want more, Daddy.” Fuck. The boy was perfect, so perfect. His perfect boy. “You’re relentless,” he growled,

“Do you want—” Linc started.

“Yes,” Wyatt interrupted. Linc tilted his head, narrowing his eyes. “You don’t even know what I was going to say.” Wyatt’s hands flailed. “Don’t you get it? It doesn’t matter what you were going to say. The answer is yes. Whatever you want…I’ll always say yes.”

“If we do this, I expect complete obedience. You belong to me in every sense of the word. When we’re alone, I own you; you exist just to please me. If I want you, I take you. You come only when I feel you’ve earned it, and if you disobey me, you will be punished severely. Is that understood?”

“Oh, yeah. You do like that, don’t you, dirty boy? I bet I could make you come without even touching you. Hmm? Just my words? My voice? Telling you all the dirty things I’m gonna do to you?”

“Oh, God,” Wyatt moaned. “Daddy will do,” Linc said around a smirk. “Tell me when you’re close. Understand?”

“Do you think I can’t make it worse? I could bend you over this bed and spank your bottom until it’s raw, jerk myself off while I tell you all the things I would’ve done to you if you’d just behaved, put your cock in a cage, make sure you don’t come again for a week, maybe more. Is that what you want?

Wyatt didn’t blow Linc so much as allow Linc to use him as a fuck toy, his hands knotted in Wyatt’s curls as he fucked his way into Wyatt’s mouth over and over until tears leaked from his eyes and his jaw and knees ached, and Wyatt could do nothing but grip Linc’s hips for stability.

“Oh, do shut up, Martha. Wearing sensible shoes doesn’t make a woman a feminist or a lesbian any more than wearing that hideous yellow dress makes you a goddamn banana,” Violet snarked, shaking her head. “I swear, with women like you, I don’t know why my mother fought so hard to win the right to vote.”

“You’re gorgeous like this,” Linc rumbled, tracing the shell of his ear with his tongue. “You were born for this, to be owned, possessed, marked…used.”

“I wanted to fuck you just like this, bent over the kitchen counter while you begged me to fill you up, make you mine.”

truth. “Then do it. Fuck me. Right here. Come inside me. Mark me. Show me I’m yours in every way.”

“You can come anytime you want, baby boy, as long as you’re not touching yourself.”

“Who makes the rules?” “You do, Daddy.” “That’s right. I make the rules. I worry about the big things. Don’t I always take care of you?”

“That’s right. Always. I’ll always take care of you. If you’re fucked up, I’m fucked up, too. But I’m here. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. I won’t let anybody hurt you.”

You tell me every day that you love me, even if you don’t say it out loud.”