Page 51 of Losing his Daddy

"Gerald," Wes called out when I didn't move.

I shook myself, then went about cleaning the rest of him. My attention to detail when it came to his cock was ridiculous. I stroked over his length slowly, making sure not to miss touching him everywhere. With the guise of cleaning him, I even got so bold as to lean forward to sniff him. It was wholly unnecessary and probably even a little creepy.

Someone needed to send the memo to my lizard brain since I'd clearly checked out.

Wes growled from above. "Fuuuccckkk."

The sound spurred me on further. I dropped the washcloth with a splat. My hand moved to grip his meaty thighs as I pulled back to look up.

His pupils were so wide, his eyes appeared almost black in the low light of the shower. Neither of us spoke at first. It was just a staring match as I fought the urge to go too far.

"Gerald, what do you want?"

I shook my head instantly at the question. "It's not just about what I want. I... I'm supposed to be servicing you. It's what I do. I take care of you, right? Tell me how I can take care of you. What comes next?"

He clenched his fists. "That's not what you came in here for. You agreed to help me shower and then to dress me. Is that still your limit?"

It was fucking exhausting trying to navigate this new world. It seemed like every time I turned around, there was some type of agreement or issue to discuss. I didn't want to let myselfoverthink, and I knewit was only a matter of time before I second guessed everything.

“Yes, sir,” I answered after a way too long pause.

Wes visibly shivered at my words. I tilted my head to the side, curiosity giving me a different perspective to our interaction.

“You like when I say that, don’t you? When I call you sir?”

He took a step back, putting distance between us. “Let’s dry off. I think we need to talk in a less compromising position.”

We went about the process quietly, neither of us breaking the silence. It was as if we both knew the other person needed a minute to get their head on straight. Maybe that was just how I was feeling. I couldn’t tell much from Wes’s stoic face and loose movements. If anything, he looked like a man without a care in the world. But one glimpse of his eyes would say differently. I’m not sure how I knew, but I did.

Instead of dressing him like I planned, Wes slid on a pair of sweats, then handed me an extra set. We were still naked from the waists up, a proper distraction if you asked me, but at least our cocks were tucked away out of sight.

He took my hand in his, then walked us into the living room. I was eased onto the couch, then Wes stood a few steps away facing me. His hands went to his hips as his eyes roamed over me.

“I don’t want to influence you in any way, Gerald. That was never my intention. All of this, everything that happens moving forward comes from your initiation. Do you understand?”

“I do,” I admitted. It seemed he was torn up about my consent still.

“Good. Now, as to your question before… the answer is yes. I do very much enjoy the honorific you’ve given me. It’s a weakness of mine, to be honest. When I hear it come from you, I lose a bit of control. I want —“ he froze.

I couldn’t allow it. I needed to know what he was going to say. “You want?”

“Everything.” His gaze burned me up from the inside out. “I want to own you, body, mind, and soul. I fight the urge to claim you, to demand you be mine only. That I never let you leave my side. It makes me want things I don’t quite deserve. Things that I have no right to ask of you.”

I shifted forward on the couch. “I think I understand. It’s a trigger for you. But not in a negative way. It arouses you.”

“Unbearably so,” he said with heaving breaths. “I had to step away in the shower because I was two seconds from plunging my cock down your throat. When we’re fully clothed, it’s better. Today was the first time, the only time, I’ve been so overcome to take away your control. We’re not to that point though. And we might never be.”

“Which is why you ended things.” I finished his thought as I put the pieces together.

“Yes. I didn’t want to push past that line. Even though I’d asked your intention, I could still feel my control slipping. I would never let things go farther than you wanted, which meant pulling back.” He sighed, as if there was a heavy weight on his chest. “Now that we’re no longer in a compromising position, I need to know where you want to take this. Do you want me to be your Dominant? Or was this merely a result of the adrenaline crash from earlier?”

From earlier? Oh, he meant my frustration about Preacher and Atticus trying to find me. Well, really, all the guys. I had no doubt it was a group effort.

I couldn’t think about it too much more than that or else I would sink into some dark thoughts.

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot.”Basically every minute of every day.

“And do you feel any closer to the answer? I’m willing to answer any questions you might have.”

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