Page 24 of Surrender

Not only are we in my condo’s garage, but he’s in subspace, and I’m treating him like shit.

I need to remind myself that even though he’s dangerous, it doesn’t mean he’s not in a very real cycle of pleasure-pain right now.

Fox sways toward me and wraps his arms around my neck. This close, I can see how dilated his pupils are. “Daddy,” he whispers, leaning in to brush his lips against my neck. “I think I need to piss.”

“Not right here, little fox,” I say, patting one of his ass cheeks and grimacing when it comes away wet from where blood has oozed down. “C’mon. Let’s get you upstairs. Think you can walk to the elevator?”

“Yeah.” He nuzzles my beard, smiling softly. “I once walked a mile with a bullet in my leg. That was so much worse.”

I take his arm, letting him brace himself against me, and start walking at a slow pace toward the elevators. “When your back is healed, I will take great pleasure in laying you bare and seeing you like this when I can fuck you after.”

Right.

When his back is healed.

I said that so casually, like I really think he’s going to be around long enough to be healed—like I really want him to be.

I lead him to the elevator, shielding him from the cameras with my body. He keeps clinging to me the entire way to my condo, peppering me with kisses and barely letting me get my keys out to open the door.

Fox slides to his knees as soon as he’s through the door, and he looks up at me. “I think you need to hit me some more. It’s wearing off.”

“No,” I tell him, my voice firm, unrelenting, even though I’d very much like to keep spanking his hole and pinching his balls until he’s begging to come. “You need to get up and go to the bathroom. You are housebroken, aren’t you?”

“I can’t,” Fox says as he starts to unzip his leather pants. “There’s a rod inside me. Rubbing all over. Making me hard, if I could get hard in the cage.”

Shit. I’d forgotten all about that particular feature of the cock cage I’d chosen, even though that had been part of the reason I’d picked that one. “Maybe if you’re especially good and you do everything Daddy tells you, we can play with some nice, shiny rods later on.”

My words have the opposite of their intended effect. Fox’s smile drops, and he bends forward, clinging to his knees and arching his back in a way that can’t be comfortable.

“So, never,” Fox says quietly. “Because I’m not good.”

“What do you mean, you’re not good?” I ask, my brows furrowing as I look down at him. “Fox… Come on. That can’t be comfortable. Let’s get you cleaned up, and I’ll see if I need to call the doctor.” I’m sure I will. He had to have torn stitches, though the extent of the damage remains to be seen.

Fox stands, not even grimacing, and rubs his hands over his face. “Whatever. Forget I said anything.” He turns away from me and starts walking toward the bathroom, although his gait is unsteady. “I… Fuck. I said some dumb shit.”

One of the reasons I’ve never taken on the role of Daddy is because I have no fucking clue how to take care of someone. Oh, I can get them through aftercare, but that’s about it. This? This goes beyond any knowledge I have. Watching Fox go from subspace to sub drop in a matter of seconds is alarming.

I take a deep breath and gently take his arm again, helping to guide him to the bathroom. He feebly tries to fend me off, but he doesn’t have the energy to escape my grasp. “We’ll worry about what you said once we’ve taken care of you.”

Like his comment about not beating him as hard as his dad, and not wanting to return to Corbin—whoever that is—and thinking he’s not good for some reason. Well, no one in this business is truly good, but those words went beyond that.

Once we’re in the bathroom, Fox sits down on the toilet seat and presses his back against the cold porcelain, letting out a long groan. He’s deliberately inflicting more pain on himself.

I don’t know what to make of it.

I’ve been with masochists before, but that was all about seeking pleasure from pain. This, on the other hand? It’s like he’s trying to punish himself.

I crouch down and get the key to the cock cage out of my pocket. “Be still so I can get that out of you,” I warn him. The sound isn’t too thick, but there’s no need to be careless.

Fox spreads his legs and pulls his cock out so I can access the cage. He watches me the entire time as I unlock it, free his cock, and gently pull the metal rod out. When it’s out, he sighs loudly.

His cock also stiffens a bit.

“Hey, look, you’re on your knees in front of me,” Fox jokes in a tired voice. “Maybe you should blow me. If you’re not gonna fuck me.”

“Maybe I should spank your cock instead,” I say, but I shake my head. I may be a dom at the club, but that doesn’t extend beyond sex. Here at home, I have no fucking idea what I’m doing with a boy who doesn’t seem to know what the fuck he’s doing either.

It’s a great combination.

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