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  “You live with your parents or something?”

  “Nope. On my own. Have been for years.”

  “Ever been arrested?”

  “Nope. I’m just a simple man with a simple dream—to be happy. I know I’m luckier than a lot of people. I do hard, honest work and go home at the end of each day knowing I did my best.”

  Deacon slowly nodded, then leaned forward. “You’re telling me the only reason some lucky bastard hasn’t snatched you up is they’re a job snob?”

  “Basically, yeah. Like I said, online, guys tend to ghost on me when I tell them what I do. So I’m guessing there’s a connection.”

  Deacon stood, stubbed out the cigar, and held out his hand. “Come on.”

  Ryland took his hand and followed him. “Where are we going?”

  “I’m going to show you how a real Daddy treats a boy.”

  Chapter Five

  Deacon hoped it wasn’t rude that he was heading to the playroom with Ryland this soon. On his way through the living room, where some of the guys were half-naked, he pointed at the hallway and made the thumbs-up gesture to Kent, who grinned and flashed him a thumbs-up in return.

  They grabbed their shit from the spare bedroom on the way, then Deacon punched in the code at the door.

  Once that swung shut behind them, Deacon pointed at a framed set of rules on the wall by the door. “Read that, then we’ll talk some more. If you have to go out, flip that lever on the lock so you can get back in, or else you’ll need the passcode.” He set his bag on the bed, dug what he needed out of it, then set it aside on the floor, where it’d be out of their way.

  Once Ryland finished reading the rules, he walked over. “What next, Daddy?”

  “Fuck me,” he said. He grabbed Ryland’s hand and placed it over his crotch, squeezing his fingers around the outline of his aching dick through the denim. “You feel that, kid? That’s for you.”

  Ryland smiled. “Oooh, Daddy.”

  Deacon squeezed his hand around his cock again. “That’s going in you tonight. Definitely in your ass. Maybe after I recover and we clean up, I’ll see how sweet that mouth of yours is, too. Can you stay all night?”

  “I sure can.”

  “Good.” With his free hand, he grabbed Ryland by the back of the head and pulled him in for a kiss. Fuck, the boy could even kiss good, too.

  “Here’s how this works tonight,” Deacon told him. “Unless you safeword, I’m going to keep going. I need you to safeword if you don’t want to do something, or it’s too intense. It won’t piss me off, I swear. Doesn’t even mean I’ll necessarily stop what we’re doing, if you call red, tell me oh, it’s a leg cramp, we fix it, and then you want to keep going. So don’t be afraid to tell me red if you need to. I ask you how you’re doing, if you don’t tell me one of those three things, I will stop. Even if you’re loving what I’m doing. Okay?”

  Ryland nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

  He let out a growl and kissed him again. “Fuck, that’s hot. Get naked. Now.” He released him and stepped back to watch him strip.

  The boy toed his sneakers off, his socks, then unfastened his jeans.

  His legs and ass were just as gorgeous as the rest of him.

  Holy hell, his cock was nice, too.

  Yes, he was a little beefier than Deacon was usually attracted to, but this worked for him. Maybe it was how new the guy was, he didn’t know, but Deacon was already trying to work out a schedule in his head so he could take the guy out to eat this week and spend some time with him in a public setting where they’d both be forced to keep their clothes on.

  * * * *

  Ryland had never had someone look at him with the level of pure, deep, hungry lust currently boiling in Deacon’s dark gaze right that moment.

  He didn’t even feel the slightest bit self-conscious about how hard his own cock was, because, damn.

  Deacon slowly circled him. “I’ve changed my mind.” He pointed at the floor, snapping his fingers. “Knees, now. I want to feel your mouth on me. Don’t make Daddy come, but I’ve got to get a sample of that.”

  He started unfastening his jeans as Ryland sank to his knees, his mouth already falling open for the man.

  As Deacon stepped in, he freed his cock, and Ryland once again felt his mouth watering.

  This was going to be a night to remember in damn good ways, even if nothing else came of it other than this, right now.

  Deacon kept one hand circled around the base of his cock as he started tracing Ryland’s lips with the head. Ryland flicked his tongue out, chasing him, trying to taste his pre-cum.

  “Mmm-hmm. Daddy like.”

  Ryland reached out and wrapped his hands around Deacon’s legs, marveling at the muscles he felt beneath the leather and denim.

  Deacon’s jacket and leathers creaked as he slowly slipped his cock between Ryland’s lips. “Fuuuck, boy. That’s it. Suck Daddy’s cock.”

  A sweet, low hum started filling Ryland’s mind, and he wondered if that was subspace. It felt like he could kneel here all night in front of him, doing this. The warm, salty tang of his pre-cum filled Ryland’s mouth as he licked and sucked on his prick.

  “Ohh, we are going to have us some fun tonight,” Deacon said as he slowly fucked Ryland’s mouth. “A lot of fun.”

  After a couple of minutes, Deacon finally pulled away and backed up until he was sitting on the bed. He lifted one foot. “Come over here and get my boots off me, boy. Let’s start this party.” Five minutes later, they were both naked, and he had Ryland face down over the spanking bench.

  And Deacon definitely didn’t have anything to feel ashamed of in the body department, either.

  “Not going to restrain or blindfold you tonight,” Deacon told him. “Want to see you hold still for me on your own. And I want you to know you can stop this, if you need to. Once we’ve been together for a while, though, I’ll tighten the rules as I see what you can take. But not tonight. Tonight, I want to make you cry, make you come, and make you want to do it all again with me.”

  Ryland moaned at the feel of Deacon’s hands hot against his flesh. They roamed his body, kneading his muscles, pinching his nipples, stroking his cock—everywhere at once, it felt like, making him moan and whine and curse and even laugh when Deacon found a ticklish spot under his left arm.

  He felt explored, like Deacon wanted to map out every inch of the territory before conquering him and staking his claim.

  Damned if he wasn’t going to let him do just that. Ryland already sensed it, felt it. The energy this man possessed felt so drastically different than anyone else he’d ever been with or played with. Like Ryland wanted to be absorbed, dissolved by him, his atoms reformed within him, shaped by him, in his image.

  Deacon leaned in and kissed him again, his tongue plunging between Ryland’s lips and possessing him the way his cock had possessed his mouth earlier. “You’re not going to want anyone but me by the time I get done with you, baby,” Deacon promised.

  He shivered with lust, already knowing the man was absolutely right.

  * * * *

  If it wasn’t such a stupid and reckless idea, Deacon would have packed the guy up and had him follow him home right then.

  But it was too soon for that.

  Except everything he did to the guy, from the way Ryland responded to his touch, to how he stuck his ass out for every impact from a paddle or riding crop or his bare hand, and asked for more, started twisting Deacon’s heart around this gorgeous fucking man.

  This perfect man.

  This simple man, who was simply beautiful.

  Normally, he wouldn’t be thinking like this, but there was a little bit of that extra security-blanket factor, that Kent and his guys had set this up. No, he didn’t expect they’d done a complete background check on him or anything, but he’d known Kent enough years to know the guy had a good head on his shoulders.

  Why would this be any different?

  It allowed Deacon to hope that tonight was on
ly the beginning of something magical and meant to be, even if he never believed in that kind of stuff before.

  Maybe it’d just taken the right man.

  No, he honestly hadn’t seriously dated much while Del was growing up. He hadn’t had time.

  Now he had the time.

  Right man, right time?

  Maybe.

  Deacon licked a path from the crease between Rylands ass cheeks, all the way up his spine, to the nape of his neck, where he gently bit down, softly growling.

  A ripple of gooseflesh immediately rose all over Ryland’s body, making Deacon smile. “My boy likes being bit, hmm?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  Oooh, Ryland sounded like he was already in subspace, and Deacon had barely laid a hand on him yet. Just a few test swats with a couple of implements to gauge his experience. He really hadn’t gotten started. He was just having fun with the foreplay, right now.

  But Deacon started nipping and biting, Ryland’s back, his sides, his ass—especially his ass.

  The boy was leaking pre-cum, and Deacon slicked it along Ryland’s cock as he reached under him and gave him a couple of pumps with his fist, making Ryland moan.

  Even that was perfect, drilling deep into his soul and making his own cock twitch in response.

  It was tempting to simply drag him to bed and fuck his brains out, to have fun with him like that. Except the guy wanted a scene, and dammit, he wanted one, too.

  Plus the guy deserved to know what life would be like with him, if he hung around. Not merely the fun and playful sexytime Daddy, but the dark and dominant Daddy who’d make him cry in pain and then kiss the tracks of his tears away after.

  That Daddy was the one this boy really needed to meet.

  Because he’d be seeing a lot of him if he hung around.

  Starting with his belt.

  He grabbed his jeans from where they’d ended up and stood at Ryland’s head, where he could watch him slowly pull the belt through the loops until it was completely free of them. “Daddy likes to use a belt on his boy, because sometimes that’s the only thing available, besides my hand.” He snapped it before he held the buckle in his right hand and slowly coiled it around his fist.

  “Daddy likes the thought of you going somewhere with me after watching me put my belt on and knowing it’s been used on your ass before. It’s one of my favorite things to use. Show it a little love.”

  He held it out in front of Ryland, just far enough away he had to stretch a little to reach it with his lips. Ryland’s gaze lifted for a moment before he lovingly began to kiss every inch of the belt presented to him.

  Holy fuck.

  Deacon’s cock throbbed as he watched those gorgeous fucking lips and that sweet tongue lave across the leather’s smooth sheen. All the way down to the tail end and back up again, where Deacon even uncoiled it from around his fist so Ryland could work his way all around the buckle, too.

  Actually, Deacon kind of lost track of time just watching Ryland make love to it, like it was an extension of Deacon’s body and not the evil implement he was about to stripe Ryland’s ass with.

  Sexy.

  As.

  Fuck.

  Reaching out with his left hand, Deacon stroked Ryland’s hair. “Good boy,” he hoarsely said before stepping around to his ass. “Very good.”

  He stroked his hands up and down that very fucking perfect ass of Ryland’s a few times before he took the first stroke. The way Ryland flinched and moaned but didn’t try to get away turned Deacon on even more than the red stripe he left in the man’s flesh.

  “Very good,” Deacon said. “Settle in, boy.”

  He started slow, but not holding back. Maybe not the hardest he could go, but if Ryland couldn’t handle this, he wouldn’t be able to handle a lot of other things. Better to find that out now and back up a few steps.

  Endurance and tolerance could be trained into a boy, but the desire to take it couldn’t.

  And it was that desire on full, gorgeous display for Deacon right now.

  Every stroke Deacon took with his belt across that ass, those thighs, carried Deacon a little bit closer to a dangerous line he knew he shouldn’t cross, not this damn soon.

  Not on the first night they just freaking met.

  But how perfect was Ryland?

  Pretty damn perfect.

  After a dozen or so strikes with the belt, Deacon walked around Ryland and leaned in close. “How’s my boy?”

  Full-on subspace had been achieved. Ryland looked up with desperation and need in his eyes. “Please don’t stop, Daddy.”

  Deacon fisted his hair and kissed him, hard, tongue-fucking him and trying to hold back his own urges. “Don’t worry,” he said. “Daddy’s only getting started.”

  Returning to his ass, Deacon set about striping him up and down, even the backs of his calves, his upper arms, until he knew he needed to move on.

  But there was something damned sexy knowing that he’d be wearing that belt, and being able to remember exactly how sexy Ryland looked wearing the marks it drew from him.

  Next, Deacon started working over Ryland’s ass and upper thighs with a riding crop, loving the red welts that immediately rose in his flesh. He took his time, kissing along every mark he made, soothing it with his tongue, alternately making Ryland moan in pain and in pleasure. He stopped himself from thinking about the future, about playing with him again.

  About playing with Ryland in his bed.

  About waking up next to him.

  These were thoughts he knew he shouldn’t be having yet, but he couldn’t help it.

  There they were, front and center.

  His fingers traced one welt that had come close to drawing blood. “How’s my boy?”

  “Good, Daddy!”

  Goddamn. “Do you want more, boy?”

  “I need more, please!”

  For over an hour Deacon played with him, with the crop, a cane, a paddle, a strap.

  By the time Deacon couldn’t stand it any longer and needed to fuck him, he thought his own cock might explode from a stiff breeze.

  Deacon grabbed a glove and lube and first eased one finger into Ryland’s ass, making sure he could take it without trouble before working him up to a second.

  “Tell Daddy what you want, boy,” he asked as he finger-fucked him.

  “Daddy’s cock. I want Daddy’s cock in there.”

  “Good boy,” he cooed. “And that’s exactly what you’re going to get. Daddy needs to make sure you can take him, though.” He loved the moans he drew from Ryland as he loosened him up, building up to three fingers.

  For that one, he slowly stroked Ryland’s cock as he worked the third finger in, and soon had the man humping himself back and forth between the hand circling his cock and the one in his ass.

  Finally, only once he was sure the man could take him, did he withdraw his hand and dispose of the glove.

  “Let’s get you onto the bed, boy,” he said. “I want to fuck you properly this first time.”

  Chapter Six

  Ryland was so deep down the rabbit hole that he would have done anything Deacon asked of him in that moment. Desire and pleasure and promises of more made him want to take it all for this man.

  He watched as Deacon sheathed his erection in a condom before he climbed up on the bed. He grabbed Ryland’s legs behind his knees and pushed them up, back, into his chest, exposing his prepared hole and making Deacon smile.

  “Daddy’s going to fuck you so good now, baby. You’re going to know you’ve been fucked by the time I finish with you.” Deacon pulled Ryland’s legs over his shoulders and then pressed the head of his cock against his rim. “Beg Daddy for his cock.”

  “Please, Daddy! Please fuck me with your cock.” Yes, it was twisted and fucked up and felt so much more delicious for it. Ryland didn’t know where his craving had originated, but it was always these kinds of videos that had him shooting hardest when he jerked off—the leather Daddies, the ones who knew wh
at they wanted and took it while taking care of their boy in the process.

  He hadn’t been abused growing up. He hadn’t been abandoned. He hadn’t even been molested.

  He just…wanted it.

  Needed it.

  Needed this.

  Needed Daddy.

  “Good boy,” Deacon rumbled, pressing forward and making Ryland gasp at the intrusion.

  Oh, thank god the man had prepped him, or he’d be in serious trouble right now. The man’s thick cock truly did possess him, pressing in deep, over his sweet spot, and finally bottoming out inside him when he felt the man’s body against his tenderized ass and thighs.

  Deacon shifted his position so he could grab Ryland’s wrists and pin them down on the bed.

  Another of those delicious shivers rippled through him. And when had he ever enjoyed just plain sex this much?

  Never.

  The answer to that was never.

  Once Deacon was settled, he slowly withdrew, his gaze boring into Ryland’s. “Daddy wants you to come like this, if you can, baby. You ever come just from being fucked? Without someone touching your cock at the same time?”

  Ryland swallowed hard and shook his head. “No, Daddy.”

  A slow, evil smile filled Deacon’s face. “Then Daddy’s going to have to try to make this special for you, baby.”

  He felt Deacon press forward again, slowly, not all the way, like he was feeling around for something with his cock. A few more slow test thrusts like that, and Deacon nudged forward, forcing Ryland’s hips up even more, and that’s when Ryland gasped.

  Deacon grinned. “Oooh, Daddy’s got your number now, baby.” He took short, slow strokes, the head of his cock gliding perfectly over a sweet spot deep inside Ryland. “That’s what I wanted. I got you like this, I can go for a while. It’d make Daddy really happy if you’d try to come for me like this.”

  Ryland felt himself falling as he looked into Deacon’s eyes, like he’d dropped into an alternate universe that centered around this man and what he was doing to him.

  Deacon studied him, watching him, never taking his focus off Ryland as he steadily short-stroked him like that.