Page 26 of Daddy's Muse
If I was going to take care of him the way he was showing me he needed, then I had to understand every piece of him. He needed more than just my protection. He needed comfort, routine, space toplay—to be himself.
The idea of it unsettled me—not because it was wrong, but because I didn’t know how to navigate it. I’d studied people and animals my whole life, learned their habits, their lies, their patterns, their needs. But Colby didn’t follow any of the rules I was used to.
He didn’t fight for dominance like the others. He didn’t try to manipulate or threaten. He existed on an entirely different frequency, as though he’d been wired for something softer. Something purer.
And I—
I wasn’t soft.
And that was what was worrying me. I’d always known that he’d need a gentle touch, but this was much more.
Still, I was determined to have him as mine.
I’d been going to the diner more, watching the way he fidgeted with his apron strings, and the way his cheeks went pink when I said his name. He was nervous, yes, but not repulsed or scared. He didn’t pull away when I spoke to him. He stopped flinching when I complimented his service or left a tip. Helookedat me when he thought I wasn’t looking back.
He was adjusting to me, just like I wanted.
It would take time, and I had already waited longer for less. I didn’t need to rush him. Let the shadows and silence do the work for me. Let him continue to feel safe, and eventually—eventually, he would seek me out, aching for more of the warm attention I gave him.
He’d start toneedthat feeling.
To needme.
I closed the monitoring app on my phone and tucked it away, standing up from the park bench where I’d been seated beneath the soft orange wash of a campus streetlight. The night was crisp, the smell of frost and dead leaves sharp in the air. I could see his window from where I stood. His ceiling light was off, but I could tell by the dim yellow glow that his desk lamp had stayed on.
I wanted to know if he was afraid of the dark or afraid of being alone in the dark.
He’d never slept with the lamp on when his roommate was with him, and I had to wonder if that meant he had been hiding his fear from him, enduring his discomfort in order to appease his bully.
I suppose it didn’t matter anymore. Bryan wasn’t going to be bothering him anytime soon. Never again, if I got what I wanted.
I strode casually to the propped-open side door of the dorm, passing one or two students on my walk up the stairs to Colby’s floor. No one looked twice at me.
The room was dark when I slipped in, the door catching softly on its frame before it sealed behind me.
Colby’s breathing was slow and even, his face relaxed in sleep.
He looked impossibly small like this.
My throat tightened with something I didn’t have a word for as I observed the rise and fall of his chest. I stood at the foot ofhis bed for a moment longer than necessary, soaking it in—the softness, the vulnerability, the complete and totaltrusthe didn’t even know he was giving me.
I wanted to touch him. To press my palm against his cheek, to run my fingers through his hair, to lift the blanket and coat off of him and pull his pajama pants down from his hips and his shirt up to his shoulders.
I wanted to lick every inch of his ivory skin and kiss each and every freckle.
I wanted to rut between his soft thighs and soak his underwear with my cum.
Faen.I wanted to watch as his eyes fluttered open, confused and sleepy, the innocence in his gaze begging me to take the lead.
But I didn’t.
Not tonight.
I turned to his desk and lifted his phone from where it rested, hooked up to its charger. Unplugging it, I picked it up and angled it carefully toward his face. The screen lit up with a quiet chime and unlocked instantly.
I pulled out the desk chair, lowering myself into it. The glow from the phone cast just enough light for me to work.
Messages. Photos. I’d already seen all of those.
