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“I know, little one,” he whispers. “No one blames you for running. Most of the guys in the house would have run in your situation as well. It’s why we were all worried about you.”

Pushing myself off his chest to lean back a bit, I look Spencer in the eyes and say, “Knowing what I know now, I needed that bump on the head and hard reset to see you and the others for who you really are. I would have never given you guys a real chance if I still had those memories clouding my perception of everything while I got to know everyone.”

SPENCER

“I never would have been able to open my heart to you,” Lucky says and pulls my face down for a gentle press of his lips to mine. “I really do like you and I want you to be my Daddy. Show me this new world and help me be the best little boy for you.”

I crash my lips onto his in a fierce claim. His gasp of surprise is enough for me to thrust my tongue into his mouth. I want all of Lucky to be mine today, the man, the boy… it doesn’t matter. Now that I know he isn’t afraid of me and wants me, I will never let him go. I feel him go still in my arms and pull back to look at him.

He has a dazed look on his face, but there is a hint of something negative lurking. Did I hurt him?

“What’s wrong, little one?” I need to know what I did wrong so that I don’t do it again.

Lucky shakes himself like a dog coming out of water before smiling the thousand watt sunshine smile I love to see. “Nothing is wrong. I just spooked myself is all.”

At my inquisitive look, he elaborates. “I’ve never had… um…that,” he says indicating to the tent in his pants, “happen during a kiss before. Well actually, I’ve never had it happen outside of waking up a few times as a teenager.”

“I’m not broken or anything,” he hurries to continue. “I just never saw sex as something I really wanted to have before. But I want to know what it’s like at least.”

The surprise must show on my face because my boy’s chin starts to wobble in the way it does before he starts crying. I don’t mean to upset him, but the last thing I expected was to find out that Lucky is a virgin. Not only that, but I suspect based on what he just said that he might be somewhere on the asexual spectrum.

“Don’t cry, little one,” I mutter as I pull him in for a big squeeze. “If you really want to know what it’s like to have sex, we can work up to it. But is that really what you want or are you saying that because you thinkIwant sex?”

He sniffles and is quiet for long enough I start to wonder if he fell asleep on me.

“I want to know for sure,” he says. “I’ve looked it all up and I am either asexual, which means I will get nothing out of sex but the physical release of the endorphins… or I am aceflux which means I might have times where I want and really enjoy sex, but I’m mostly indifferent to it.”

Leaning back, he looks at me and asks, “If it turns out I’m asexual and don’t like sex, can I still have you for my Daddy? I swear I won’t mind if you need to get sex from another guy. I just want to be your only little boy.”

I gather Lucky in my arms as tightly as I can. How could anyone ever have mistreated a boy as precious as this one?

“Lucky-boy,” I choke out, trying to hold back my emotions. “You are all I want. Sex or no sex. I want you to be my boy, myonlyboy.”

Just when I think nothing will ever surpass this happiness I am feeling, I hear him whisper.

“Yes, Daddy.”

CHAPTER 26

SPENCER

It has been a little over a month since our first visit to the Devil, and Lucky has thoroughly blossomed as a little. In addition to cuddles and stuffies, we have discovered he also loves to color and play with toy farm animals. He isnota fan of cars or dolls. Video games confuse him, so unless he can button mash, he is content to sit on the sidelines to cheer on whoever is playing.

Finger paints and glitter are both too messy for him. He is a very neat and tidy little. His love of bubble baths can attest to that. Eli is talking about remodeling the bathroom in the basement so that it has a large jacuzzi tub so that Lucky can have his baths without forcing everyone else to use the tiny bathroom on our floor if they need a shower while he’s playing.

I thought we might have a hit with playdough after he told me he used to love doing sculpting in art class in high school, but he can’t get over the smell. Even though his wrinkled nose is adorable, I want him to be able to enjoy what he is doing. As a compromise, Eli and I surprised him by getting him signed up at the community college for a sculpting class, using some of his allowance. Turns out, his friend from the motel, Chris, is a student there and he’s become a regular visitor at Kink Manor this past month.

Tonight, however, is the night of the Theta Halloween party, and as a senior, I am expected to attend as one of the hosts, even without living in the house anymore. Lucky is coming with meas my boyfriend, but he won’t tell me what his costume is going to be. Because my boy is coming, that also means Eli is taking the night off to attend as well. Even without him being a student, I will do everything in my power to make sure he gets in. On the off chance something pulls me away, my boy won’t be alone in that house ever again.

Pulling up the suspenders and sliding my arms into the navy trench coat, I have to give it to Scott. He always tells me I look like a taller version of his favorite television character, but I didn’t believe him until now. I’ll never be as fabulous as the character, but hopefully, I can pull off a believable pansexual immortal alien for the night.

“Helloooo, Daddy Jack,”Lucky exclaims from behind me. “I’m kind of thinking I’m more on the flux side after all.Yum-Me!”

I pull him into my arms for a quick kiss before it registers to me what he’s wearing. Taking a step back, I look him up and down with a smile on my face. He’s wearing a onesie with a teddy bear and blocks printed on it and a pacifier clipped to it. He’s got socks up to his knees and a pair of baby blue slip on shoes in his right hand. In his left is one of his new stuffies.

We had to set a limit on how much of his allowance from Eli can go to stuffies after the first wave of complaints from the delivery drivers having to come up the hill. Jay is getting him set up with a PO Box in the same post office he uses so that he can get his stuff delivered there.

“I’m so proud of you, little one,” I tell him pulling him back against me. Running my hand down his back, I bite back the chuckle when I hear the crinkle of the diaper when I squeeze his bum. “Are you planning to use it or just wear it? I need to know if we need to pack a change or not.”

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