Page 35 of Boy Issues

Chapter Eleven

For a moment, Donovan couldn’t figure out where the hell he was. Then Silver’s impressive boner nestled against his crack gave him a joyful reminder. Silver had one muscular thigh draped over Donovan’s legs and a hand resting on Donovan’s hip. He’d never wanted someone’s fingers wrapped around his morning wood as much as he did at that moment.

But he’d be…a good boy?

What the hell was that all about? It almost seemed like Silver got off on power play, or something of that nature. Maybe he was a Dom or Sir, yet Donovan hadn’t noticed anything in Silver’s simple apartment that indicated anything such as that—no leather gear in his closet or floggers under the couch.

Then again, Silver might just do that sort of thing at a club every once in a while to get his kicks. Since trusting in and allowing his hook ups to have control had always been on Donovan’s hell to the no list, getting into that scene had never been up for consideration.

But with Silver…

So far, the little hints of dominance from Silver had been a turn on, but more than that, they’d helped Donovan to relax. He hadn’t realized how tightly wound up he was all the time. Even when he was supposedly enjoying himself, it felt as if he was on the verge of snapping at any minute. Yet, as the evening had worn on the night before, he’d found himself becoming calmer. Something about Silver’s presence, the strong and steady way he communicated, left Donovan feeling as though he was safe in his hands.

Donovan snorted. What the hell was wrong with him? Feeling something didn’t make it real. He’d felt safe and cared for by his father when he was a kid, and that hadn’t turned out quite the way he’d expected. On the other hand, his brother had always been a little shit, so no surprises there.

But where did that leave him with Silver?

He shoved all the soul-searching drivel to the side. He knew it would probably never work out between him and Silver anyway. Either he’d get sick of him or Donovan would come to the likely conclusion that he’d have to bow to his father’s will in a year.

It couldn’t hurt to try though, could it? He’d certainly never learned his lesson when it came to his designs. He’d tried and tried and tried, no matter how many times he’d been shot down. Then even after giving up for years, Lance had approached him at Spago’s, and asked to meet with him the next day because he was so disgruntled at the design team’s latest offerings. After venting to him about how the firm had been going downhill in recent years, and complimenting Donovan on his designs, he’d been reeled in by hope.

What a chump he’d been. Donovan’s misty-eyed dreams of Lance going to his father and brother and convincing them that Donovan should be in charge of designing his new luxury hotel chain, had been one of his most laughable fantasies of late. He’d deserved to be mocked. And anyway, it had been so long since he’d taken his art seriously, he probably couldn’t have done the job had it been offered.

Silver moved against him and let out a sigh. Jesus, the solid mass of man wrapped around his body was driving him insane. Even though Silver’s thick rod was covered in the fabric of his boxers, the flimsy material did nothing to hide his arousal. The jock had been hot eye candy, but the soft cloth of the boxers was more of a thrill against his skin.

“How are you feeling this morning?”

The warmth of Silver’s breath wafted across his shoulders at the same time Silver slid his hand from Donovan’s hip to his belly. Donovan licked his lips, his cock twitching from the intimate contact.

“I-I’m much better.”

Donovan curled into a tighter ball, moving his heated length closer to Silver’s fingers in encouragement. The tip of his dick brushed against Silver’s skin, and he jerked his hand away then pressed it to Donovan’s ribs.

“Be still.” he growled next to Donovan’s ear, yet the tone wasn’t angry. Forceful, commanding—exquisite—but not angry.

Okay, so maybe he hadn’t been into the whole Master/sub scene before, but Silver made him want to beg for a spanking. He could play along.

“Yes, sir. Whatever you wish.”

Silver softly stroked Donovan’s skin, yet didn’t lower his hand the way Donovan had hoped he would.

“That’s the right idea, but you don’t know the truth about me yet. I don’t want to be your sir.”

Donovan curled his toes. “What then? Master?”

Silver’s palm traveled up to a nipple and he gave it a hearty pinch, Donovan gasping from the unexpected sting. But instead of it pissing him off, he hoped Silver would do it again.

“Not Master.” Silver nipped Donovan’s shoulder. “Papi.”

Holy…

“Oh…God.”

Donovan swallowed hard. So that’s what it was, that’s what Silver was all about. The idea was hot as fuck. The reality? Donovan had no clue. Even higher on his list of Never Have I Ever was Daddy kink. Not only that, but the sexy hunk of man flesh was almost young enough to be his son. What sort of weirdness was that?

“That’s what I need to discuss with you today.” Silver rubbed his thumb across the extra sensitive nipple he’d pinched. “But first, you deserve a reward for how well you behaved for me last night. Stay still and let Papi take care of you, take what I give you.”

Should he say it? Donovan’s mouth had turned to cotton. “Yes, Papi.”

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