Page 16 of Camping with the Boss (Pride Camp 2025 #9)

Chapter Nine

Canyon

Wade stares at me. I’ve stunned him into silence. I don’t wait for him to recover. I kiss him. Less painfully this time, coaxing his lips. And then he’s kissing me back, and I’m relieved and frantic at the same time because I need this. I need him.

His hands thread through my hair as he deepens the kiss. The tenderness and care are unexpected. “God, you’re so sweet.”

“Wait…” I sit up, and my hands shake as I pull off my shirt. Wade’s eyes dart to my face. Checking in. I nod.

I thought he was such a brute. And he is. But not to me unless…I want it, and sometimes I really want it.

His eyes roam over my chest. “Gorgeous.”

I flush at his compliment and shake my head. “I’m not.”

He raises a brow. “Are you contradicting me?”

“Um…” Holy smokes. His firm voice has me squirming.

“Do not contradict me. Am I clear?” He tips my chin.

“Those thoughts in your head are all lies. You’re beautiful, Canyon.

Here…” He brushes his fingertips over my cheek.

“And here.” Down my chest. My body screams at him to keep going.

I’m aching for his touch. His hand moves, not down, but up to my temple. “And in here.”

“Anywhere else?” I ask as demurely as I can. My eyes peeking up at him.

His breath catches. “You are a cheeky little?—”

“Little? Are you sure? You didn’t even check.”

He shuts his eyes as if trying to maintain control. But that’s the opposite of what I want.

“Wade—”

He pulls me on top of him, slotting our legs together.

His erection presses against my hip, and I moan.

He’s so big. But before I can do anything embarrassing, like coming just from the sound of his ragged breaths or the feel of his body against mine, he reaches between us and wraps his hand around my dick.

I gasp, burying my face in his neck, no control left as I thrust into his hand, looking for friction.

He squeezes, and I try not to lose control. “Please?” But I’m not sure what I’m begging for.

“Sweetheart,” he says, kissing the side of my face. “I’m trying to be good. We need to take this slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I… What if I like pain?”

He nips at my chin. “And how do you know? Do you practice?” The playful expression slides off his face. “Wait, Can. Are you hurting yourself? I’m…not shaming. I just need to know.”

“No,” I say quickly. I feel like an idiot. “Just spanking and stuff—not that I’ve spanked myself.” I squeeze my eyes shut. Jesus. I gesture vaguely. “But I’ve watched…you know. I don’t think it’s the pain exactly. More…” But I can’t say it. My face is burning up.

“The humiliation? Being told what to do and how to do it?”

“Yes, that. And lately, I’ve imagined…you. Doing that to me.”

He swears. “I’m not going to survive this.”

I wait patiently, or not so patiently, for Wade to regain control. His eyes are dark coals, burning away my fears.

“You want me to boss you around?”

“God, yes.”

“Tell you what I want and expect you to obey me?”

“Yes.” Breathing is more difficult.

“Use you however I want?”

“Yes. Please.”

“I…” Wade takes a quick breath. “This is intense for your first time, Can.”

“Yes, but…”

He tilts his head, a small smile on his lips. “But?”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want it.”

Wade nods as if he expected as much. “You need a safeword.”

“I don’t think I do.”

“This is nonnegotiable.” His commanding tone sends delicious sparks through my body. I don’t want to think or decide anything. I just want him.

“Fine,” I say, needing to get past this. “How about stop?”

“No.” His eyes are warm despite his words. “Don’t give me that look. By the end of tonight, you’ll be desperately begging me not to stop.”

“Oh.” My face heats with embarrassment. I’m so clueless. Why would he even want?—

He taps my cheek lightly. “No spiraling,” he says. “Give me a word.”

“Frog?”

He laughs. And the fondness soothes my worries. “Okay.”

“Do you need a word?

“Not likely. But I should have one.” He thinks for a moment…as if he doesn’t already have one. He’s done this before. I’m sure of it. “Watermelon.” At my confused look, he laughs. “I hate watermelon.”

“Okay.” I stare at his handsome face. How did I get so lucky?

“We’re taking it slow tonight, Canyon.”

“You keep saying that. What exactly do you mean?”

“Let’s just say our conversation the other night about top bunk versus bottom bunk won’t be relevant.”

He thinks I can’t take it? I lift my chin, but I still sound like a child. “I’m stronger than I look.”

“Yes. And even stronger than you think. But I want… I need to take it slow. I won’t risk hurting you in any way. I want to take care of you.”

“You do?” I’ve been taking care of everyone for so long. I don’t remember what it feels like to have someone else take care of me. But now I want it.

“Of course, sweetheart, you’re my—” He shuts his mouth.

“Your what, Wade?”

He’s not looking at me, and it bugs me. “We haven’t talked about it.”

“Tell me.”

His eyes have a hint of worry in them, but he cups my cheek. “I want to take care of my boy. Will you let me?”

Oh God. My dick throbs as I lean into his touch, my heart hammering so loud he must be able to hear it. “Yes, Daddy.”

The moonlight pours in, giving us just enough illumination. I wait for Wade to tell me what to do. How to please him.

His voice is low. Sexy. “Undress for me.”

I scramble to obey, ignoring my doubts. My body is nothing compared to his. But I focus instead on the hunger in his eyes. He wants me. After shedding my clothes, I slide under the sheets.

His eyes narrow. “Why are you hiding from me?”

“I'm not—” I start, but he raises an eyebrow. And that’s all it takes. “Yes, Daddy.”

I pull off the sheet and lie back, fully exposed. His gaze travels from my head all the way down, stopping at various points. My chest and my scars, my legs. Down to my toes and back up, finally stopping on my dick. Was he saving it for last?

“Beautiful,” he says again, in a husky voice. I don’t challenge him. It might douse the fire in his eyes. “Turn over.”

My cheeks burn at his tone as I turn and lie on my stomach. The friction of the mattress against my dick has me biting back a moan. His fingers skim down my back, and I suck in a breath. His touches are light, teasing, and not nearly enough. “Please, Daddy.”

He stops, removing his fingers from my skin, and I almost beg him again. “I’m in charge, baby. When I want you to beg, you’ll know it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Apologize.”

I swallow my needy groans. Why do I like this so much? “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“I accept your apology, but there are consequences. Get on your hands and knees.”

Wade’s breathing and the crickets are the only sounds as I get into position, my heart racing and my dick pulsing. What’s he going to do?

He presses a kiss on my ass cheek. And then moves to press another on my face. “Ready to test your theory?”

What theory? My confusion must show because he chuckles and then moves behind me. “Three should do it.”

Three? A sharp sting on my ass has me gasping.

Fuck. It hurt. But my dick is throbbing.

I wait eagerly for the next slap. He hesitates—is he wanting to check in?

Waiting for me to use my safeword? I wiggle my ass, earning me another slap on the other side.

My ass stings in the best way. And then another slap. I bite my lip to keep from moaning.

His palm cups my ass, and he brushes his thumb over my heated skin. “Good boy. You took your punishment without squirming. You deserve a reward.”

My heart leaps at his praise. Absorbing it like my body absorbed his punishment.

Needing it to breathe. He rests his cheek against the hot skin of my ass and then brushes a kiss there.

And another. And another. He presses kisses and licks on both sides, and I try hard not to squirm against his mouth.

His tongue. His…nose? It slides down my crack until his breath fans over my inner thigh.

I feel undone. Wanting. Needing. My legs tremble.

“Sh…” He squeezes my thigh. “Daddy’s got you.” Then, using his thumbs, he pulls my cheeks apart and blows a breath against my hole. I gasp—unable to hold it in.

He chuckles again. “Do you like that, baby? I love kissing my boy. Do you want more?”

Oh God. “Yes, Daddy.” I try to keep the begging and whining out of my voice, but I’m not sure I’m successful. Just resisting the urge to thrust my ass into his face is a win.

“Such a good boy.” He clears his throat, and I brace for…something. “We didn’t talk about this or what you weren’t comfortable with, so remember your safeword, okay?”

“Yes…yes, Daddy.”

Then he’s behind me again, pulling my ass checks apart and exposing my hole.

“So perfect. Beautiful. Mine.” The last is said with a growl, and I almost give in and beg for more when his tongue, wet and hot, licks my hole.

I whimper at the tingling pleasure, needing more, focused solely on his mouth as he slowly laves my hole as if savoring the taste of me.

He kisses me there. It’s intimate and sweet. And it takes my breath away.

“My beautiful boy. You like having my mouth on you? Licking you? Claiming you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“So eager for me. Look at your hole fluttering. Wanting my mouth. My fingers. Anything I want to give you, you’ll take, won’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“What else do you want, my sweet boy?”

“I want your…” I swallow my nerves. “Your cock, please.”

“Fuck,” he whispers. “Soon, baby. I can’t wait to sit you in my lap and fuck your sweet ass hard until you can’t walk.”

My strangled moan escapes my mouth, but I don’t care. I need more. “Daddy, please.”