Page 18 of Fight Me Daddy

"Are you serious?" Calix asked.

I glared at him. "Do I look like I'm a fuckin' joking?"

He shivered and reached over to snag the pack of cigarettes. Calix tapped one out and his long, sturdy fingers took it and slipped it between my lips. I held it in place as he looked for a lighter and found one in the glove compartment. As he lit my smoke, I glanced at him, the concentration on his face as he worked.

And my cock jumped.

Obedient when you want to be, huh?

Calix put the lighter in a cup holder and let his window down a bit. I let mine down as well, took in a long, slow drag, and blew smoke out the window. The car went back to being silent, but I couldn't stop thinking about fucking the man beside me. It had become a carnal desire that infiltrated my every waking moment. I forced myself to calm down before I did something stupid and kept driving.

"Are we close?" Calix asked after several long, silent moments.

Ignoring him, I pulled off of the freeway and found a spot in the back of the dingy little bar. Our guy still wasn't there and we had time to waste. But I didn't want to spend that time beside Calix. He'd gotten me to break character and show the temper I tried so hard to suppress. I needed another smoke and a walk.

Stepping out into the warm night air, I lit up again and walked around the car. My feet crunched against the gravel and I stopped to take a moment to breathe when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and Calix was standing right there.

"What?" I asked. "You following me around like a good little puppy?"

Calix frowned. "I'm not a goddamn puppy."

I stopped and raised a brow at him. "Say it again."

"I'm not a goddamn puppy," Calix repeated, standing his ground. "So stop calling me that."

You're too much fun, Calix.

It was easy enough to break a cowering, simpering thing, but a man like Calix? That took time, skill, and talent. And he made me want to prove that I could do it. I tossed my cigarette to the side and lunged forward. My hand gripped soft brown hair and I yanked downward.

"Fuck!"

Calix cried out as he was pulled to the ground. His nice, black slacks were mired with mud, but it felt as if that's how they should be. This work wasn't clean and put together. It was messy, difficult, and ugly. And Calix needed a serious reality check.

"You think the world is so black and white," I said as I gazed down at him. "I can guarantee it's not. No!" I snapped when he tried to stand. "If I say you're my dog, then that's exactly what you are. You need to learn your place. Do you understand me?"

I watched as Calix's Adam's apple bounced in his throat. There was a fine shade of red settling onto his cheeks and I could feel the words trying to escape with him telling me exactly what he thought about me.

"Say something ridiculous if you want to," I said shaking my head. "It'll only bite you in the ass."

"You're an asshole," Calix barked.

"Bad dog," I said as I gripped his hair tighter. "All I want to hear is your respect. Do you understand me?" I repeated.

The conflicted mask on Calix's face was delectable. He wanted so badly to rebel, but he knew the penalty for doing it would be harsh. Seeing him on his knees, that fire burning in his eyes made my cock so hard it was damn near painful. I wanted to see him there for hours, begging and pleading for more.

When am I going to get over this little obsession? I need to get control of it.

But that was a hell of a lot easier said than done. Seeing Calix up close made things worse. Shit stirred in me that hadn't in a long damn time.

I reached out and gripped his chin, yanking it up roughly. "I asked you a question twice now, mutt," I said. "Answer me or I can show you what it's like to be on the receiving end of my anger."

Calix groaned, but to my ears, it was tinged with... a moan? Did I really hear that? He gazed up at me with his chocolate eyes and licked his lips. I sucked in a breath wanting to taste his mouth desperately.

"I understand," he finally said, his face even redder than before. "Okay? I understand."

"You understand what?" I asked, pushing him even more. Even though I knew he was at his breaking point already. I wanted him to fully rebel so I could put him in his place. The times we would have together would be legendary.

"I understand, Sir," he said, his eyes narrowing. "Can we get back to work?"

I searched his face for a moment before I released his chin. "Yes, we can. But remember what I said, Calix,” I told him as I walked away. I stopped and glanced back at him. "The sooner you stop viewing me as the bad guy and open your eyes, the easier this job will be." I turned on my heels again. "Hurry up, puppy. We've got shit to do."

Calix's shuffling footsteps filed behind me as I walked around to the entrance of the bar. I glanced over my shoulder to find him frowning and deep in thought.

What's going on inside your head?

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