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Chapter six

Seth

T he work week flew by, filled with stolen glances, shy smiles, and secret touches. And every day we’ve spent our lunch breaks together, but other than that we haven’t had much time to do anything else. The closer we get to Christmas, the faster the days blend together. Since we’re in the middle of Olivia Cove’s main shopping center, we continue to get booked out at a faster rate with people trying to eat a fancy lunch or dinner in between shopping sprees.

We haven’t had our first official date yet, something I plan on changing tonight. Despite that, Wylan and I have surprisingly fallen into a comfortable work rhythm. Somehow working even more efficiently together.

Tonight, we are both working the same shift, and just like every night this past week, my boy has been exhausted by the time we finish. I get the feeling that if I buckled him up into my truck and took that extra time to drive us somewhere, wait to be seated, and wait to order food, poor Wylan would pass out of exhaustion.

As soon as Wylan clocks out, he wraps his arms around me from behind. “Where are we going tonight, Daddy?” Just then, his stomach growls, causing me to chuckle.

“I have a surprise for you, petal. Follow me.” I lace his fingers with mine and tug him toward one of the VIP rooms. As I open the door, his face lights up at the sight of all the Christmas decorations surrounding us.

The soft lights cast a warm glow across the room, and his pretty blue eyes sparkle when he takes in the tree.

“You did all this for me?”

Suddenly feeling a little silly, I launch into my explanation. “I know you mentioned not having enough space to decorate around your apartment, and I don’t know, I thought we could decorate this tree together.” I point to the sparce tree in the corner. “This room is ours for the next month; no one is allowed in, and our decorations are just for us. I was hoping for a private, yet upscale dining experience, while avoiding the crowds and holiday chaos.”

Wylan spins around, taking everything in. Then he launches himself at me.

“Ooof.”

“I love it, Daddy. This is so romantic. No one’s ever done anything like this for me.” He points at the sofa in the corner and giggles. “What’s that for?” He waggles his brows.

I chuckle. “Don’t get any dirty thoughts, boy. I also wanted a nice place where you can rest if needed. Don’t think I didn’t notice you helping out even more than usual. As much as I appreciate your help, I also want you getting proper rest.”

Wylan laughs. “And you thought you’d let me nap on that sofa in between shifts?”

I narrow my eyes playfully. “Don’t get sassy with me, boy.”

“Yes, Daddy.” He licks his lips, looking innocent and mischievous all at the same time.

“Damn, petal. You really are my kryptonite,” I say as he leans forward on his tip toes, and I meet him halfway. My lips press softly against his. It’s a sweet kiss filled with hope and longing. He leans forward again, and I’m about to kiss him more thoroughly when there’s a knock at the door.

I groan. “That would be our dinner.”

Wylan’s whole face lights up. “You ordered me dinner already?”

“I did.”

Judy walks in, giving Wylan a wink. She places several plates on the table, including our salmon special and four cheese tortellini that’s to die for. God, I love my restaurant, my staff, and the cooks.

“How do you even know what I like?” He laughs.

“Wylan,” I chuckle, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. “I’ve been paying attention to you since the moment you sat down in my restaurant.

A few days later, Wylan is just about to leave work when I see him grimace in pain. He gently rocks his neck from side to side, before rolling his shoulders and grimacing again. “Wylan, what’s wrong?”

“Sorry, it’s just a sore neck. My neck and shoulders have been killing me lately.”

I let out a relieved breath. “Why didn’t you tell me. I could’ve given you a massage.”

Wylan laughs. “What, here in the restaurant?”

“I mean we do have our own room,” I quip.

Wylan’s whole face softens. He loves that room, often taking his breaks in there and using the quiet space to meditate. That first night we had dinner in there, we spent the whole evening talking, getting to know each other while we ate. Then, after dinner we decorated the tree together.

Since then, my staff, who I’ve employed for years, have been nothing but supportive and happy for us. Thank god, most of them were in the kink community, and just thought it was the sweetest thing to provide for my boy.

I guide Wylan to the private, employee’s only restroom, and tug him inside. Right away I notice we are alone. Wylan must notice the same thing because he pulls me into a passionate kiss that has my toes curling.

When I finally pull away, I remember the main reason we came in here.

I turn Wylan around so he’s facing away from me. Kneading his shoulders, and the muscles in his neck, I feel some of the tightness relax under my touch.

“Come on, petal, let me Daddy you,” I whisper against his ear. He shudders, and an almost inaudible whimper falls from his lips. My cock hardens at the sound and I chuckle. Damn, I don’t know what it is about giving someone pleasure, but it’s so damn hot.

“You really are a pleasure Dom, aren’t you?”

“I am.” I dig my fingers into his shoulders. Did Wylan mean it when he said he likes a bite of pain? Over the years, I’ve met so many people who like the idea of pain, but when push comes to shove, most can’t handle it.

“On auction night, you mentioned you like a little pain?”

Wylan hums in pleasure.

“One time, I went out on a date with a woman who had a think for vampire romances. Turns out she doesn’t like biting at all. No matter how many times she insisted how turned on she got at the idea of pain, she didn’t actually like it applied to herself.”

Which is fine. There are so many people out there who have a secret dirty fantasy, but sometimes, hell most of the time, when they get to act it out, it doesn’t unfold the way they hoped it would.

Wylan chuckles. “Oh I like pain. I mean I don’t want to bleed or get any scars, but I don’t know, maybe we can test things out?” His voice sounds so damn hopeful, and that in itself is sexy as hell.

For some reason, I want to test Wylan now. Push him, just a little. See if he likes it as much as he tells me he does. I press my body in closer to his, pressing my chest against his back. “Do you remember your safe words, Wylan? I know a massage isn’t the same, but let’s give it a try.”

“Yes,” he giggles. “Stoplight system. My safe word is red for stop. But why would I need my safe words for an innocent massage?”

My fingers knead the muscle with a tight grip. It should be on the edge of painful, but it will help work out the kinks.

Wylan’s eyes close as he moans. His head tips back against my shoulder, and our size difference is really doing it for me. He’s so damn tiny like this against me. I stare at our reflection in the mirror, and the exhibitionist side of me preens at the image in front of me.

Even from here, I can see my pupils are blown. Wylan’s nipples are pebbled. A brief image of me placing nipple clamps on those pretty little things has precum gathering at my tip.

There’s a red flush of arousal on his cheeks. That shade of red makes me want to kiss and worship his body. I want to undress him and see what other parts of his body flush that pretty color.

“Open your eyes, flower.” I command, putting as much authority into the request as possible.

As soon as his eyes pop open, I guide my fingers to his jaw. I tilt his head up. I want him to see himself. To face the image of us together. “Does this look like an innocent massage to you?”

His eyes travel up and down the mirror, drinking us in desperately. I watch as he stares at his appearance, his rosy cheeks, hard nipples, and the way his cock his tenting his pants.

He lets out a shuddering gasp.

“Well?” I blow out a puff of air against the shell of his ear.

“I-I’m sorry. What was that?”

I chuckle a husky, wicked sound. My poor flower, already so confused. Oh yes, Wylan is definitely going to be fun. His body was built for pleasure. “I said, does it look like an innocent massage to you?”

I nibble his ear.

“No-no,” he stutters. “This looks…like my dirtiest fantasies, Sir.”

A groan rumbles from my throat at the title. He hasn’t called me that since before the auction in the beginning of the month. If he wants to call me sir in the bedroom, I’m all for it. “You, my boy, are so damn tempting.”

He shudders, pushing his little bubble butt back against my groin. He stills when he feels my hard cock.

For a second, I think he’s about to pull away. Instead, Wylan flips my world on its axis when he grinds against me, a tiny twist of his hips, then tells me what he wants. “Harder, Sir. It hurts so damn good.”

Fuck. Me. I almost come, just like that. I massage him for a few more minutes before my hands start to wander all over his body. Unbuttoning his pants, I pull out his hard cock and begin to stroke him, riling him up and driving him crazy.

“Maybe someday you can come to the club with me on demo night. Would you like to try out a flogger, or maybe some hot wax?”

Wylan nods eagerly. “Maybe you can bend me over your knee and use a paddle too?”

Damn, the thought of my boy’s cute little ass red with heat, is a sexy image.

“Look at yourself, petal. Just the idea of pain is turning you on, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” Wylan studies our reflections with an eager desperation as he thrusts into my grip. A few more strokes and I have him whimpering and begging to come. “Please, Daddy. Just a little, give it to me, please.”

Wylan watches as I slide my free hand up his torso, scraping my nails against his skin and up his chest.

He moans when I scratch a little harder.

“Yes, sir. Please. Harder.”

“Fuck, baby.” I can’t help but grind against his ass. When his eyes roll back in pleasure, I take that moment to pinch and twist his nipple hard, while I stroke him at a punishing pace.

Wylan comes, shuddering apart under my touch, and spilling onto the floor in front of us. I kiss his cheek and thank him, before tucking him back into his pants and quickly grabbing some paper towels and cleaning up the mess.

I groan when I notice Wylan is still tenting his pants. Sure, he isn’t as hard as before his orgasm, but clearly his cock loves the attention. Oh, to be young again.

I’m about to pull out my own cock and relieve myself when a noise catches my attention.

Suddenly, the whoosh of the door swings open, and the noise from the restaurant filters in. I step back in shock. I’d completely forgot where I was. Lost in Wylan. Lost in his scent. Lost in his moans and his pretty body.

“How do you feel about us exploring this further in the privacy of my home?” I whisper to him before we’re caught. I turn him around so my body blocks his, and tug him into the large stall. I know Wylan would just die of embarrassment if one of his coworkers saw him tenting his work pants.

“My place is closer.” Wylan chuckles, glancing down at his still hard cock. “Let’s take a moment to calm down first.”

I smile, feeling lust drunk and happy. Tipping his face up to meet mine, I pepper kisses on his lips. “Sounds good, petal. Let me nibble on your lips a bit while we wait.”

He laughs again, then, to my delight, Wylan bites me, hard. In the kink community I’m used to seeing love bites from things like pet play or primal play, so, the fact that Wylan seems to do it so often is sexy as sin. I don’t know if he likes it because it’s his way of claiming me, or if he likes doling out a little pain. Either way, I’m one hundred percent here for it.

“Fuck, boy. Now I’m going to need a moment to calm down too.”

Wylan smirks. “Good.” With that, Wylan leans up and kisses me on the nose. “Finish closing up here, then meet me at my place in about an hour. I’ll text you the address.”

My lips tilt into a wicked smile. “You’re bossy when you’re horny.”

He beams up at me. “Huh. I guess I am.”