Page 24 of Atlas & Miles
“You’re a boy.”
Though his three words weren’t a question, I nodded anyway. Should I ask if he was a Daddy? Honestly, I was a little afraid of the answer—I didn’t want to get my hopes up. And besides, I was still terrified of coming out, and Atlas was nothing but out. Would he waste his time on me until I figured out how to be brave?
“Ask me, sweet boy.”
My eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy at the endearment, his confident hold bolstering me, making me want to follow his every command. “Are you a Daddy?”
His sunshine smile lit up the room despite the late hour and night long gone dark. “I am, Miles.”
My eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he chuckled and started speaking before I could even ask my question.
“Any he, she, or they can be a Daddy, don’t you agree?”
I gulped, nodding. “Of course. As can any body shape or size.”
He raised an eyebrow at me. “Impressive.” He dropped his hand from my chin, and I mourned the loss until he reached down to help me back onto the davenport. “As much as I love you on your knees for me, I think we should talk first.”
He was right, of course, though I would’ve loved to skip all that and go right to a Daddy/boy scene. But BDSM required open, clear communication and enthusiastic, ongoing consent. Talking first was better.
And it could be hot, too.
“Before we do that, how about I get into something a little . . . well, less comfortable?”
I laughed.
“Would you mind getting us some water while I change? Glasses are in the upper cabinet by the fridge, and the dispenser on the front of the fridge is filtered. Would’ve been nice to have discovered that before you came here last time.”
I smiled, nodding in answer to his question. He stood, letting his kimono fall on either side of his torso, and walked down his short hallway, making no effort to hide his beautiful body under that silky robe. I stared at his ass until he disappeared. He looked so fucking good in that damn robe. I wonder if he’d let me fuck him wearing it one day. Maybe with him riding me.
I shuddered as he came back into the living room in gray sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt just after I’d set a couple of water glasses on coasters on his coffee table. God, he looked good in literally anything he wore. My mouth was watering at this point. I mean,gray sweatpants.I had no chance.
With a grace few people our age possessed, Atlas dropped to his davenport with a leg tucked under his delectable ass and turned to me with a smile. “Thanks for getting our drinks.”
I felt my cheeks flush. “You’re welcome.”
Then he just dove in. “I’m happy to lead this conversation if you’re up for it tonight.”
I nodded. “I am. I don’t actually have any morning appointments tomorrow, so I was going to sleep in anyway.”
He smirked but didn’t say anything right away, and I wondered if he was thinking about me sleeping over.Iwas certainly thinking about it.
“Okay, let’s start simple. Do you have any questions for me about anything we’ve discussed so far?”
I blinked, considering his question. “I do, actually.” He motioned for me to continue as he settled back into the cushions. “How long have you known you were a Daddy?”
He sighed, a wistful look on his face. “Since college. One of my best friends back in Seattle, Anson, and I discovered it one night senior year when we were dared to go to a kink club. Someone in Anson and Nate’s frat—Nate is Anson’s best friend—knew a member there who trusted their recommendation enough to give us passes.”
I had to know more. “What was the dare exactly?”
Atlas blushed a little, and I shifted in my seat. “There were rules at the club, of course, and we couldn’t participate in any demonstrations because we were guests. But we were dared to stay long enough to watch a full demonstration and jerk off to it—out among everyone.”
I gasped.
Atlas chuckled. “It was so fucking hot. Anson and I steered clear of each other for the most part—we aren’t each other’s types, which is an understatement—but we both completed the dare then scraped up the money for memberships. We spent aton of time there until they closed, which was awhile ago now. Such a shame.”
I frowned. “Sounds like an incredible place. It’s actually like—”
I cut myself off. That was probably a step too far.
