Page 47 of For Fake's Sake and other stories

Carl stares at me, saying nothing. A smile spreads slowly across his face, lighting up his eyes. “I love you too, little one.”

“You do?” I squeak.

“I do. I have done for a while now. Why are you so surprised?” He holds out his hands and pulls me upright.

“I don’t know. I thought that if you did, you would’ve told me. You don’t hold back with what you want, Daddy.”

He runs his hands over my arse. After he spanked me, a new part of us had woken up, a part we both love. Carl loves the control he has as he takes me higher and higher, and for me, submitting to him gives me a sense of relief I never knew I needed. To hand my body to him, to trust him to know my limits as well as his own, makes me soar.

The stripes he left after the first time he used the crop on me I wear with pride. If we’re staying in the apartment, I walk around in my jockstrap. With the red marks on display, he can’t stop touching me. Which leads to the hottest sex ever.

“I didn’t want to push you to say something you may not have been ready for. Spencer, I love you so much. I want you to live here with me, for real. I hate that you have your possessions still in your flat. Would you want that too?”

I nod, butterflies dancing in my stomach. The evening has taken an unexpected turn, a welcome turn, but we can talk this through at a later time. Now we have sexier things to do. He tightens his grip on my arse, pressing on the stripes. “Daaaaddy.”

“I know, boy. Are you too sore?” he asks, and I shake my head. Yes, it hurts, but it’s a delicious pain. “We’ll finish this conversation later.” I wriggle out of his hold, and he bends to take my mouth in a hot, hard kiss. “I love you.”

I float all the way to the restaurant, but his hand on my thigh keeps me in the here and now. We pull in at the trendy bar and grill, and I take a deep breath. “Let’s do this, Daddy.”

Nate hasn’t mentioned his sexuality again, and I haven’t brought it up. To my surprise, he’s chatting with an attractiveman. They’re standing a little too close for it to be platonic, but as we approach, Nate takes a step back.

Nate gives Carl a hug. “Dad, you remember Morgan. We shared a house at uni.” He moves to lay his hand on Morgan’s arm but withdraws at the last moment. “This is Spencer, my dad’s boyfriend. He’s the guy who works at the LGBTQ centre.”

Carl smiles and shakes Morgan’s hand. “Good to see you again.” He turns to Nate. “Where’s your sister?”

Nate scratches the back of his head and pulls a face. “She’s not coming. I told her to call you.”

Carl tenses and balls his fists, then slowly relaxes them. His eyes still tight, he lifts one shoulder as if to shrug it off. “Well, it’s her loss. Let’s get to our table.”

He’s angry, and rightly so, but I’m not going to let her ruin our evening, and it seems that Nate feels the same way. He regales us with stories about his uni days with Morgan. It isn’t until Carl excused himself to visit the gents that I see my chance.

“What’s her excuse, Nate?”

“Her excuse or her reason?” He looks as pissed off as his father. “Her excuse was that she had too much work to do, but her reason is that she’s a spoilt brat who doesn’t want anyone else to have her daddy’s affection.”

I splutter, and Nate grins. “Not that kind of daddy. That’s just you, Spence.”

“You know that?” Hell if I’ll be embarrassed about my relationship with his father.

“Yeah, you called him that the first day at the centre. It’s cool and none of my business.”

“And what about you two? It’s obvious you’re not just friends. Are you going to tell Carl?”

“Tell me what?” Carl returns to the table.

“Nothing, Daddy. Not my news to share.” I grin at Nate, who scowls at me. It isn’t genuine, though, and Morgan chuckles. Carl widens his eyes at the pet name but then looks back at his son.

“Nate?”

“Fine. Morgan is my boyfriend. We dated at uni but drifted apart when we finished. We’ve just got back together.”

“You’re gay?” Carl lays his hand on mine. “Did you know?”

Nate answers before I can. “I’m not gay. I’m pan.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Carl looks sad rather than angry. “After the conversation we had when you saw Spencer and me, you would’ve had the perfect opportunity.”

“I didn’t think it mattered. I knew you wouldn’t mind.”

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