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JOHNNY

I was so naive. By the time Sawyer dropped me off, I was actually starting to believe I’d worn him down. But he just drove away without a backward glance. Technically, I didn’t look back either, so I wasn’t entirely sure what he did, but after more than an hour of patiently waiting for him to text or come back, my phone was dead quiet.

Did he already forget I existed?

I shifted on my couch, wincing as I moved to check my phone again. I couldn’t remember ever hoping for a notification so desperately. Much of my body was covered in a dusting of scrapes, and my ankle hurt when I moved, but it was already forgotten. I was used to getting banged up. That was my norm. What I wanted now was to get banged.

By a Daddy.

Daddy Sawyer.

Skateboarding outside of the park was always a bad idea, but going at breakneck speed down a hill so steep it was practically vertical was much worse. I was used to crashing and burning, but when Sawyer’s frowny face looked at me just before he pulled me to his chest and broke my fall…it didn’t feel so stupid. Maybe it was fate that put him in my path. Maybe it was just his bad luck. Either way, I needed to talk to him one more time.

Before I could stew over it any longer, I grabbed my phone and thumbed out a message. Thanks for getting me home. I knew how I wanted him to respond, but I didn’t expect to get it.

Besides, I couldn’t let Sawyer think his grouchy indifference had gotten to me. Maybe he wanted to forget the day had ever happened, or maybe he wanted me to promise I’d never pull that shit again. Hell, maybe he wanted a foot rub and some kale. I wouldn’t know until he responded to me.

Unable to leave well enough alone, I sent another message that he’d have to reply to. I've got a nude ready for you. If you don't want it, speak now or forever hold it in your spank bank.

I was pretty proud of myself for that one. Now he’d either tell me to fuck off or he’d tell me to send it. The chance of him being into me was practically zero…but it wasn’t exactly zero. After all, he’d spent hours carting me around and feeding me before finally getting me home.

That had to count for something.

Was his silence his way of asking for the picture without asking? He was a smart guy who could read between the lines.

Silence for the win! I flipped the phone to camera mode and pointed at my bruised-up body, bandages and all. The mottled patchwork of fresh bruises would probably be a distraction, but that was good. That was what I wanted. Him to be aroused but to also know that I was a hot mess with an adventurous streak that didn’t mesh well with self-preservation.

Most importantly, my hard dick in my hand. The same hand he’d held in the exam room while the doctor did mean things to my owies.

There! Pic snapped and sent. And not a minute too soon because as I continued to tease my balls, I could feel myself slipping into my Little headspace. Not so Little that I wasn’t aware and in control, but vulnerable and sleepy enough that I just wanted a blankie and my growlie and…someone to hold me.

A lazy smile spread across my face as I waited for his response. But then…nothing. No dots or anything. What the hell?

Panic began to rise inside my chest at the thought that I’d gone too far. Was he married? Did he mention a wife? I didn’t think so, but most of the day was a blur, and the moments I remembered were mostly filled with images of Sawyer frowning or scowling and looking all Daddy-like. I didn’t pay attention to his dumb words or warnings. Who needed to remember that stuff?

Maybe a dick pic was a line that wasn’t supposed to be crossed with guys who drove Range Rovers. He was a professional…or something. Fuck. My stomach did a flip as I stared at the thread and watched in slow motion as each unsent message suddenly popped up with a read receipt. Holy mother shit, he was just opening his messages and was probably about to tell me to stop playing when he got my nude. Oops.

Was it time to reevaluate my life choices? Seemed like a big, fat yes.

At least I was alive, which was more than most people would’ve guessed at the start of my day.

The air felt too still as the clock ticked for each second that I stared at my phone.

And then the bubbles finally appeared. I don’t like how close that bruise is to your spleen. Can you press on it and let me know where it hurts?

What? Where the hell was my spleen anyway? I wasn’t a doctor. In fact— I started punching out a response of my own. I don’t know where my spleen is, but I know where my dick is. It’s in my hand. Where your eyes should have been looking.

If that wasn’t enough to get him on the Be My Daddy train, then nothing would.

I’m trying not to be distracted by your beautiful cock, boy. Not when you could have injuries that the doctor didn’t even look at.

Well, that was the dumbest excuse I’d ever heard in my life. The doctor looked. I’m fine. Now, can we focus, please? I’m losing my boner with all this spleen talk, Daddy. I took a chance and dropped the endearment, fully out of my Little mood but not ready to take the hint and back off. I wasn’t really big on hints. I responded better to a direct request…like a restraining order.

I just think you need to take it easy. You didn’t get your dressings wet, did you?

Aww. Messing with this guy was so much fun. And he did say something about a beautiful cock, didn’t he? You sound like you care .

The bubbles were up for a while, so I expected a novel, but when I finally got his next response, it was just a few words. A few important words. It’s possible I like you better alive than not.

Holy shit, he likes me! Sawyer likes me, and he thinks I have a beautiful cock . This was officially the best day ever. But I couldn’t just let a comment like that slip past me. Do you like me enough to go indoor skydiving with me this weekend? I have a buy-one get-one coupon that we can split. I just can’t afford to go by myself. That shit was like $100 for sixty seconds of free falling.

A total ripoff but super fun.

I was 99.9% sure he would say no, but I had to ask anyway. More than that, I had to see his response.

You don’t scare me, Johnny. You just make me want to spank some sense into you.

OMG, it worked. My taunts finally exposed the side of himself he was trying to hide from me. Sawyer cared enough to want to kill me. I clutched my phone and typed out a reckless, euphoric reply. Aw. You’re the best Daddy a boy could ever want. The best thing about texting Sawyer was that I didn’t have to see his exasperated expression while I pushed his buttons. Granted, I didn’t yet know exactly where all the buttons were, but that was all part of the thrill.

Do you think I’m joking? I could almost see his furrowed brow as he got all stern with me.

I think you’re a cock tease. You say you’re gonna spank me, but you’re all the way at your house so…you can’t.

Don’t think I can’t, boy. I’m right down the street. If you need someone to get your head on straight, just say the word. But don’t misbehave for attention. You’ve got mine.

I wanted to believe that was true, but I wasn’t the kind of guy you brought home if you wanted a safe and stable life. I was the kind of guy you took to the ER on a random Monday afternoon. The kind you fixed up, cleaned up, and made up excuses for until that got old and you bailed.

That was who I was.

I wasn’t just flirting to get in his pants. I was testing the waters, looking for clues that maybe he cared enough to worry about me. As much as I feared it, I also craved the structure of boundaries and limits. My parents had wanted to be my friend, so they didn’t discipline me. And since they trusted me to take care of myself from a young age, they were never around.

I was used to being on my own and making up my own rules, but deep down, I’d always yearned for the kind of care my friends had. The kind of people who wouldn’t let me hurt myself because they loved me too damn much to see me in pain. It was the kind of care I gave up on ever receiving until Sawyer pulled me into his arms and provided a soft landing.

It took everything I had not to jump up and down like a maniac. He might’ve been rich and predictable and always thinking three steps ahead, but it was obvious from his next reply that Sawyer was out of his element. You don’t want a Daddy like me, little boy.

His words hit me exactly where I needed them. And what if I do? I was being reckless and needy and a total idiot by setting myself up for the ultimate heartbreak, and I loved it.

I would break you, sweetheart. You wouldn’t get away with being bad if you were mine.

Holy shit. We were almost there. I wrapped my hand around my cock again and started stroking, quickly back in the place where I could fully let go. What if I’m being bad right now? What’re you gonna do about it, Daddy?

I’d spank that sweet bottom of yours until you were too sore to do dangerous shit. And then I’d slide inside it until you were begging for forgiveness.

My dick got me in trouble all the time, but now it was getting me in a different kind of trouble, making me bolder than I should’ve been. Promises, promises.

If I were your Daddy, I’d be driving over there right now to take you over my knee.

Why did he keep saying if? Why didn’t he just want to be my Daddy? Why did I have to beg?

Thinking about him taking me over his knee pushed me over the edge. I came hard and finally felt the last bits of energy leave me through my dick. The front door is unlocked. Apt C. Night-night, Daddy.