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Chapter Three

Colby

Oh god, I wasn’t sure what horrified me more—that I’d said all those bratty, passive-aggressive things out loud, things I hadn’t even really meant, or that I was crying now.

Crying in front of Daddy .

And of course, because he was wonderful, instead of getting annoyed with me, he was holding me. Letting me sniffle and whimper and cling to him like a big baby.

But somehow, as good as it felt, that almost made it worse?

It almost felt like permission to break down, which absolutely was not what Grant had signed up for. And sure, he’d been great about it—of course he had, because he was great—but I could literally be ruining the best thing to ever happen to me right now.

And yet, with him being so sweet and solid and kind, I couldn’t… I couldn’t seem to stop .

“Baby,” he finally said, tipping my face up and looking down at me with nothing but concern and lo—uh, I meant with concern and kindness on his face.

“S-S-Sorry,” I managed to stutter out.

He shook his head. “You don’t have to be sorry. Not with me. Not ever. But you do need to calm down, don’t you?”

His fingers ran through my hair, massaging my scalp and even though I was still sniffling and completely mortified over having crumbled like tissue paper and spewed every ugly, insecure thought that had been festering in my chest for weeks when he didn’t deserve any of it, just like always, his touch started to settle a little of my panic.

Yes, I needed to calm down. I just didn’t know how . Not now that the dam had broken and all my feelings had come flooding out.

But that was okay. I didn’t have to know how, because it was clear that he did.

“Shhh, baby. It’s okay,” he murmured, pulling me against him again. “I’ll take care of you.”

I smooshed my face against his taut stomach, breathing in the manly scent of him and letting myself just believe for a second.

Even though I shouldn’t.

Even though it wouldn’t be forever.

Even though I knew Daddy wasn’t going to?—

Ugh. Grant . His name was Grant, and I needed to stop pretending he was “Daddy” before I did something crazy and beg him to keep me forever.

Well, something else crazy, because my mouth had definitely detached from my brain earlier, sending me spiraling as he’d kept harping on the impending end of us.

I didn’t want to think about that anymore, though.

Not now. Now while he was holding me so tightly, slowing the world down for me.

Calming things. Letting me cling, rubbing my head, my shoulders, the back of my neck.

Murmuring sweet nonsense to me until everything inside me started to feel warm and melty.

Shaky, but in a good way. Weirdly floaty, almost like the comedown after an anxiety attack mixed with the hush after a good cry, but…

deeper. Slower. Like he was hollowing out my bones and filling them with something heavy and warm and wonderful .

“That’s it,” he murmured quietly as I sighed against him, hiccuping a little, and rubbed my face back and forth over his stomach. “That’s my good boy.”

He kept saying that, but I hadn’t done anything good at all. Not since the moment I walked in tonight.

It was times like these that had made me fall for him so hard, when it felt like his praise wasn’t related at all to me actually doing something right, but that all that being good for him required was just being me .

I pressed my lips against his dress shirt, crumpled and damp from my face now, so I didn’t accidentally blurt out the truth about how much I loved that.

Ugh. Fine. I meant how much I…

Well, I was pretty sure I loved him .

But if I thought too hard about that, I definitely would spiral into another panic attack again.

Luckily, his cock had started to thicken, the faint scent of his arousal mixing with his cologne and the thick shaft bumping my chin through his slacks as I nuzzled his stomach, and it was starting to make my mouth water, pushing everything else out of my brain.

I suddenly… I needed .

I looked up at him, still feeling too shaky to ask for it, especially after I’d embarrassed myself so completely by breaking down on him.

No. I couldn’t sugarcoat this. I hadn’t just “broken down.” I’d acted like a complete brat when all he’d ever been was wonderful to me, and I half expected him to change his mind about the whole evening and just send me home.

Oh god, what if he changed his mind about everything ? I knew he chose to be a sugar daddy to keep things smooth and easy in that part of his life, and tonight, I’d been nothing but trouble.

What if he ended the contract early?

I wasn’t ready.

I’d never be ready.

I squeezed my eyes closed as my chest started to tighten, that floaty, shaky feeling from a moment ago threatening to turn into another panic spiral… right up until he took firm hold of my chin.

“I’ve got you,” he said gently, his voice like velvet and steel. “Look at me.”

I did, and he smiled at me, never looking away as he carefully opened his belt with his free hand, then lowered his zipper and brought my face back to his cock.

I took a deep, shuddering breath of him, his shaft straining the soft material of his tight boxer briefs, and my panic started to settle again.

“That’s it. I know what you need. You don’t have to worry about a thing, Colby. Just be good for me. That’s all you need to do right now. Just let me take care of you. Can you do that for me? Can you be my good boy and calm down while you suck my cock?”

I had never, ever wanted anything more. I nodded against him, letting out a shuddery breath, and some part of me—some deep, twitchy part that had been screaming for days—finally quieted.

It wasn’t forever. It still wasn’t going to help after he was gone. But like he said, right now, this was the only thing I had to focus on.

“Take your time, baby. Take me out when you’re ready,” he said, as patient as he always was with me while I desperately breathed him in, mouthing his shaft through the soft cotton, nuzzling against the hardness of his root and then whining a little as I dragged his pants lower to press my nose into the softness of his heavy, full balls, blocked by his underwear but absolutely intoxicating.

I could have stayed like that forever, just breathing him in and being held, and even though his shaft was fully engorged now, he would have let me. I knew he would have, because he was so good to me that I almost wanted to cry.

But eventually, he gave my hair a light tug, smiling down at me when I tipped my head back to look up at him, my head feeling wonderfully hazy with pleasure even though I hadn’t touched myself yet.

“Go on,” he urged me gently. “Take what you really need, baby. Put me in your mouth now.”

Oh god, how did he know me so well? I hadn’t even realized I was waiting for him, and he still managed to give me exactly what I needed, his words somewhere between permission and a command, unlocking something inside me so that, suddenly, my fingers were trembling as I reached up and eased the waistband of his boxer briefs over his length, then tucked it behind his balls.

His thick cock sprang free, so wide I already knew it would make my jaw ache, but the perfect length to fill me without making it impossible to take all of him. And I... I suddenly needed it.

Just like he’d said.

Daddy was always right.

I lunged forward, sucking him down hungrily, the salty tang of him and the familiar, comforting weight of his shaft against my tongue helping me to sink even deeper.

“Fuck,” he grunted appreciatively, hips bucking and fingers clenching in my hair with exactly enough strength to light me up without hurting. “Such a good boy, Colby, but pace yourself. I don’t want you to choke for me tonight. Just let yourself enjoy it. Suckle me, baby, nice and slow”

I didn’t want slow. I wanted him to choke me on his cock.

But he really did know best, because if I gorged myself on his cock, it would be over, and then...

I couldn’t let myself think about the “and then.” What I wanted was to not think for a while, and Daddy was giving me the perfect chance to do that, to lose myself in the slow slide of his throbbing shaft over my tongue.

To work him over with my mouth, suck down the salty drops of pleasure that told me even better than the praise he rained down on me that I was truly being good for him.

To be filled and held and anchored in place by him, by his cock, by the absolute certainty that—for this one endless moment, at least—I really was his perfect baby, his good boy.

His .

“So beautiful,” he rasped, his breathing heavy, his fingers tightening in my hair and starting to guide my head as I sucked harder, taking him a little deeper and swallowing around him, my own cock so thick and heavy in my pants that the delicious ache was almost overwhelming.

“My good, good boy,” he went on, his voice finally sounding a little strained.

“Let me take over now, you perfect little thing. Open wider. That’s it.

Look at me. You’ve done so well, baby. You’re making me feel so damn good.

I need to give you my cum now. Do you want that, baby? Are you ready for me?”

Oh god, his praise was a drug I’d been addicted to since the first time he’d ever given it to me, and yes , I was ready.

All I wanted, all I wanted forever , was to take everything he’d give me, and give him anything he asked me for.

I curled my tongue around his shaft, greedily sucking hard one last time, then let my mouth relax, pushing my tongue out as far as I could and staring up at him with my whole heart in my eyes as he groaned and started a slow rhythm, pulling almost all the way out to rub his slit over my tongue and spoil me with more of his flavor, then slowly thrusting forward, giving me time to breathe through my gag reflex and relax my throat until he could push all the way in.

Over... and over... and over ...

Until I was whining, eyes watering, lips swollen, face a mess, head floating in the clouds, and cock so full the ache had turned into a burning need.

But not caring, not even thinking of touching myself, because all that mattered right now was the way Daddy was looking at me. The way he was using my mouth like he knew it belonged to him. The way he’d taken me straight from panic to feeling needed, wanted, whole .

“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” His voicewas ragged as his cockstarted to swell against my tongue.

“How much I love watching your eyes go soft and sweet when I fuck your mouth? How perfect you look, flushed and needy and beautiful, with your pretty lips around my cock? You’re everything, Colby. Fucking everything .”

His words swept through me like a tsunami, and suddenly I was coming, moaning around his shaft, eyes rolling back in my head, my hands finding his thighs and clutching at him and my cock spitting and jerking in my pants from the praise alone, the pleasure whiting out my brain.

He made a wonderfully filthy sound, low and deep and pleased, and pushed in deeper. So deep that I really did start to choke a little.

And then he was coming, flooding my mouth, filling all my senses, holding me so tightly I couldn’t move and never wanted to, groaning out curses and praise in equal measure, his pleasure so hot and visceral that it almost felt likeit triggered my own orgasm all over again.

And I knew he’d wanted a nice dinner with me.

I knew that staying overnight was strictly prohibited in our contract.

I knew how to be good for him, I really did, and it wasn’t at all because I cared about any bonus. It was because being good for him felt like being safe. Like being wanted. Like being home .

But somehow, when he finally pulled out of my mouth, scooped me up into his arms and kissed me deep and dirty, then slow and sweet. Took me back to his bedroom and cleaned me up, then let me cling to him because I’d come so hard that I still felt like my head was floating in the clouds...

I hadn’t meant to fall asleep.

But when I woke up in his bed, his sheets tangled around me, his scent still in the air, it felt… perfect.

Too perfect.

The contract had rules. No overnights. No mixed signals. No pretending this was something it wasn’t.

And I’d just broken all of that.

If Grant woke up and realized it, he’d be totally justified in ending things early. And I wasn’t ready to lose him yet.

Not a single second earlier than I had to.

So I slipped out quietly, heart pounding, and prayed he wouldn’t notice.

Or that, if he did, my slip-up wouldn’t ruin the best thing that had ever happened to me.