by Jayda Marx
I slipped the jacket’s button free and shrugged the fabric down my arms, and it made a clattering sound when I tossed it into the booth beside him. Feeling emboldened by the loss of clothing, I went back to swishing my hips, but this time the movement was smoother and slower as I also ran my hands over my chest.
Daddy brought his glass closer to his lips, but he was too entranced by my dancing to drink. Mainly because I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to untie it and would look stupid, I grabbed the bottom of my tie and tossed it over my shoulder. I was pleased when Daddy moaned, and I hoped he thought the move was meant to be hot.
I turned my back to him and shook my ass while I undid each button on my dress shirt and untucked it from my pants. I slipped the cotton down my right arm and gave Daddy a sultry look over my bare shoulder. He licked his lips and nearly dropped his glass before replacing it on the tabletop.
When I faced him again, I shimmied my shirt the rest of the way free and playfully flung it over his face. But when he snatched it off and dropped it onto the seat, he wasn’t chuckling or even smiling; his face was etched in such dark intensity that I worried I did something wrong.
Daddy scooted to the end of the booth and stood up, offering me his hand. “Come with me.” I clutched onto his fingers and stepped on the seat and then onto the floor. He took large, hurried steps across the floor while firmly holding my hand.
“What about the chips in my jacket, Daddy?” I asked as we weaved through tables. “I don’t want anyone to take them.”
“Everyone knows you’re with me, and trust me, they won’t touch them if they know what’s good for them.”
He pulled me into the men’s restroom, which was filled with several empty stalls, and one man standing in front of the mirror messing with his hair. Daddy gave a sharp whistle to get the man’s attention, and jutted his chin towards the door once he looked up from his reflection. When we were alone, Daddy turned the bolt on the door, locking everyone out.
When he turned back around to look at me, I swear I saw fire flickering in his eyes. “Do you have any idea what you do to me, boy? How sexy you are or how hard you make me when you move that beautiful little body?” He lifted my hand and pressed it to the hard, thick lump in his trousers.
I gasped my surprise and delight, and Daddy backed me up against the wall to attack my mouth, kissing me firmly and plunging his tongue between my lips. He ran his hands over my bare chest, pinching my nipples as I moaned into his mouth. He sucked my tongue and nibbled my lips until I was breathless and my vision swam.
He ripped his mouth from mine, but before I could get my bearings, he pulled me in front of the sink and pressed his hand between my shoulder blades. “Bend over and grab the taps.”
I folded myself in half and grabbed the hot and cold knobs so hard that my knuckles turned white. Daddy pressed his crotch into the crack of my ass and ran his hands up my back and around my neck. His fingers plucked at my necktie until the silk unraveled, and he pulled it from my skin.
Without a word, he leaned over me and crisscrossed the fabric around my wrists and the taps, tying me securely to the faucet. I gave a tug to test the strength of the knot, and I wasn't going anywhere. I loved when Daddy took complete control over me, and I knew he would make me feel amazing.
He caressed his hands down my chest and stomach until they bumped into the waistband of my pants. He made short work of them, pushing them and my underwear down around my ankles. I squeaked in surprise when Daddy slapped a heavy hand on my ass cheek, and moaned when he massaged away the sting.
"My god, look at this ass," he said in a raspy voice as he gripped both cheeks in his hands. "So perfect and all mine. Isn't that right, boy?"
My own voice was raw and needy when I answered, "Yes, Daddy. It's all yours."
"Damn straight." He spanked me again, drawing a throaty moan from my lips. "Mine to spank, to fuck…" He locked eyes with me in the mirror and added, "To taste."
My jaw dropped when he sank to his knees behind me. He spread my ass apart and I cried out when he licked a slow line up the back of my balls and over my hole.
I shivered when his breath fanned across my wet skin when he asked, "You like that, rabbit?"
"Oh Daddy, it's so good. Please." I pushed my ass back as far as I could, and he rumbled a laugh before spanking me again.
"My greedy boy."
Before I could apologize (or agree), Daddy traced the tip of his tongue around my pucker. I was already turned on from dancing for him, but his touch sent my blood rushing to my cock until I was fully hard and pulsing.
"You taste incredible," he whispered against my flesh, "So sweet for Daddy." He went from gentle licks to devouring my hole. He stiffened his tongue and pierced it inside me, eating me out fervently like I was his favorite meal.
I gripped the taps and rode his tongue as I moaned into the sink, hearing my throaty echo emerge from the basin. I shuddered when a thick stream of saliva trickled down onto my balls. Just when I was ready to beg Daddy to touch my cock, he pulled away, spit onto my hole and stood up.
"You're ready."
I chewed my lip and watched over my shoulder as he unzipped his pants and fished his hard, bare cock from the fabric. Since the first time we had sex, we had many discussions and made the decision together to forgo condoms. We were both clear and safe, and it meant everything to me to take part of Daddy into my own body.
He gave himself a long, slow stroke until a bead of pre-cum bubbled from his slit. He pressed it to my hole and painted my rim.
"No fingers, Daddy?" He always prepped me to take his thick cock, but it seemed tonight he couldn't wait.
"No fingers; I know you can do it." He moved his hands around my hips and slowly pushed inside me. My entrance thinned and spread, inviting him in. We both moaned when his fat crown popped through my tight ring, and he sank every inch into my ass until our balls kissed.
He gave me one, two, three beats of my heart to adjust to his size, and then he took me fast and rough. Daddy snapped his hips forward and back, and our flesh slapped together as he buried his length inside me.
All I could do was hold on for the ride and cry out my pleasure, which he gave me in abundance. His cock glided across my prostate with each thrust, making me leak a steady stream of pre-cum onto the floor. Every brush brought me closer to release, but I fought the urge.
"You're getting close, aren't you, boy?" Daddy asked, as if reading my thoughts.
"Yes! It feels so good!"
"Hold it for me." Daddy was in charge of my orgasms, just the way I liked it. I wanted to please him; to be so good for him, so I bit down on my lip and breathed through the pleasure.
Daddy wrapped his arms beneath me and lifted my feet from the floor. When he slammed into me, he pulled me back, pushing his cock as deep inside my ass as possible. My hands were trapped on the sink, so when he lurched me back, it felt as if I'd rip across my middle in the best possible way.
He pistoned his hips harder and faster. Sweat dripped down our faces and the room echoed with our shallow breaths. He owned my body and filled it with nothing but ecstasy until I couldn't hold back any longer.
"Daddy, please," I begged in a desperate voice, "Please can I come?"
"Yes, boy; come for Daddy."
My balls lifted so quickly, I thought they might disappear into my stomach. My cock jerked and my mouth dropped into a silent scream as bursts of warm cum splashed onto the floor.
"I didn't even touch your dick," Daddy panted as he pounded my hole. "So fucking sexy." His fingers dug into my flesh as he pushed inside me once more and grunted. Warmth burst through my channel as Daddy pumped me full of his seed.
He placed my feet back on the floor and rested his slick forehead on my back as we both caught our breath. When we finally came back to ourselves, Daddy pulled his cock free from my body. He captured a drop of his cum that trickled out of me, and massaged it onto my sore hole with his thumb.
"There you go," he whisp
ered gently. "So good for me; so beautiful."
"Thank you, Daddy."
He tucked his softening dick into his pants and redressed my bottom half before wiping my mess up from the floor. Then he untied my hands and draped my tie around my neck.
"Is your back okay?" he asked, stroking up and down my spine.
"Mmhmm," I replied with a dreamy smile, making Daddy chuckle.
He ripped off a paper towel and ran it under a stream of cool water for a moment before patting down my sweaty face. It amazed me how quickly he could switch from rough and wild to tender and sweet, and it warmed my heart that all of his tenderness was for me alone.
"I love you so much," I told him before trapping him in a tight hug around his waist.
"I love you more, rabbit." It was impossible, but I didn't fight him. Daddy kissed the top of my head and tickled my ribs until I giggled and let him loose. "How about we find the guys and head out? You played my games here; maybe I can try those video games of yours." He surely wasn’t interested in them, but he knew that I was. So damn sweet.
"That sounds perfect."
He kissed my nose and took my hand before unbolting the restroom door. We took just a few steps out into the main room and nearly ran into Johnny and Sal.
“There you are,” Sal remarked. “We’ve been looking all over for you.” His eyes darted down my naked torso and he asked, “Did you do what I think you did?”
“Yep,” I answered proudly, and teased, “Are you jealous?” Daddy snickered and kissed the side of my head.
“Abso-fucking-lutely I am,” Johnny grumbled. “I completely struck out tonight; I lost seven hundred bucks and I’m going home alone.”
“So am I,” Sal shrugged, and Johnny smirked.
“Yeah? What else is new?” Sal gave him the stink eye and I chuckled at the silly duo. “Anyway, I’m ready to cut my losses and leave. I just gotta take a piss first.” He walked past us and when he stepped into the restroom, exclaimed, “Bluh! It smells like jizz in here!”
Daddy laughed out loud and took me back to our booth, where he buttoned me back into my shirt and suit jacket.
“Damn, it sounds like somebody won big tonight,” Sal said when he heard my chips rattle in my pocket.
“He did fantastic,” Daddy replied as a proud smile crossed his lips.
Once Johnny joined us again, we exchanged my chips for cash, and I headed for the stairs with my pockets stuffed with bills and a spring in my step.
The mood was light and playful when we left the casino; Sal and Johnny teased me about what I should buy them with my winnings while Daddy grumbled, and I giggled at all of them.
But a sight from the corner of my eye sent my heart crashing into my gut; a car creeping around a corner and towards us. It wouldn't have bothered me, but I recognized the vehicle; it was the same one that held the men who attacked me in the parking lot a couple of weeks ago.
The passenger window dropped a few inches and the barrel of a gun appeared. For a fleeting moment I thought that Bones' men were there to take me out even though Daddy paid my debt, but I realized that the weapon wasn't pointed at me. They were after Daddy.
I leapt in front of him just as a loud pop sounded, and pain exploded in my chest.
Chapter Nine
Vinny
Everything happened so fast. I barely had time to register the sound of a gunshot when Lucas collapsed against me. Sal and Johnny drew their own weapons and shot repeatedly at a car speeding away on screeching tires, bursting its glass windows and denting the metal frame. They kept firing and chased it out onto the street until it was out of sight. Within moments, the scene was quiet again.
My eyes snapped down to my boy cradled in my arms; his face was drawn up in pain and shock. "Jesus, no," I begged as I pulled the lapel of his jacket to the side. A red stain grew larger by the second.
"Daddy?" Lucas asked in a trembling voice, snapping me out of my stupor.
"It's okay," I told him in the calmest voice possible, even though my heart and brain were both shitting themselves with fear. "You're okay. Daddy will take care of you."
With adrenaline-fueled strength, I scooped him into my arms and dashed towards my SUV. My friends ran at my side with their guns still drawn, making sure we made it safely.
I lay Lucas on the backseat and squeezed my body onto the floor beside him. Sal dove into the driver's seat and took off down the road like a bat out of hell as Johnny looked over the back of his seat at my poor boy. The sympathy in his eyes pissed me off.
“This is your fault!” I yelled, making him flinch. “Why the fuck did my boyfriend take a bullet for me when my bodyguards were right there?”
Johnny seemed to be at a loss, but Sal Spoke up. “You’re right; we were having a good time and weren’t paying close enough attention. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” His earnest apology killed my anger and brought forth a hefty helping of guilt, but I didn’t have time to give an apology of my own.
"Call Doc," I instructed Johnny. "Tell him he has ten minutes to get his ass to the clinic." I vaguely heard Johnny make the call, but I couldn't concentrate on the conversation.
I gave all of my attention to Lucas as I stripped off his jacket and threw it into the trunk. His shirt was soaked with blood from the collar to his navel. I ripped open the buttons to find a gushing hole just under his clavicle. I pressed my hands to the wound to try and ebb the flow, but blood trickled up between my fingers.
"I'm scared," Lucas admitted in a whisper. His blue eyes were wide with panic, and popped against his paling skin.
"It's okay; I'm right here with you and so are Johnny and Sal. We're getting you help as fast as possible." I couldn't stop myself from asking the question that burned on my tongue. "Why did you do it, rabbit? That bullet was meant for me. It should have been me!" I'd rather take a hundred shots to the heart than for my boy to be in pain.
Tears rolled down his cheeks as he replied, "I can't live without you."
I couldn't remember the last time I cried. I was supposed to be tough and keep weak emotions locked away, but Lucas' sweet declaration unclogged the dam. Hot tears streamed down my face and I poured my heart out to him.
"I can't live without you either. You are the most important person in my life and I want to spend my life with you. You have to be strong now because I can't be strong without you." Lucas grimaced when he raised his hand to touch my cheek, and I quickly turned my head to kiss his palm. "I love you more than I ever thought it was possible to love someone. I need you to pull through this so that I can marry the shit out of you and we can spend our lives together. Do this for me."
"Yes, Daddy," he replied with a shaky smile before his face folded up again. "It hurts."
"I'm so sorry. I wish I could take it for you and-" my words paused when Johnny tapped on my shoulder. When I faced him, I saw the grief shimmering in his own eyes as he offered me his open flask. I took it with a bloody hand and a grateful smile before turning back to Lucas.
"I know you don't want to drink alcohol, but this may help dull the pain a little." I knew my boy was suffering because he parted his lips without a fuss. I tipped the liquid into his mouth and he swallowed it greedily. "There you go, good job. I just want my boy to feel better."
He drank every drop until the bottle was empty, and I tossed it to the floor. I knew Johnny always sprung for the good stuff, so my little Lucas was about to take a trip once the large amount of strong alcohol hit his system.
"We're here," Sal announced as the car jerked to a halt. I heaved Lucas over my shoulder and eased him out of the vehicle before bolting through the back door of the clinic.
When I entered, I saw not only Doc, but a second, younger man gloved up and ready. I shot Doc a death glare; he was forbidden to share any info about our arrangement with anyone, but he raised his hands in defense.
"Johnny told me it was a gunshot wound; I need a second pair of hands," he explained quickly. "Eric is a Registered Nurse; he works in
my clinic and he's my partner. He won't tell a soul." He rested a hand on my shoulder and beseeched, "Let my boy help yours."
I knew better than anyone the bond that a Daddy and boy shared, and trusted that bond with my life. I nodded at Doc and rested Lucas on the exam table.
My heart stopped but my tears fell quicker when I noticed that Lucas' eyes were shut and his lips were a light shade of blue. "No! No!" I tapped his cheeks while his face grew blurry through my tears. "Stay with me, Lucas, come back to me!"
Eric crowded in beside me and pressed two fingers to the side of my boy's neck. "He's just passed out," he explained way too calmly. "I'm sure it was from the mix of pain, blood loss, and the alcohol on his breath."
Before I could spout my mouth off over any judgement Eric may have reached about my boy, Doc patted my shoulder. "It's for the best; I don't have anesthesia here since it's an outpatient clinic. I can give him some medicine through an IV to make him more comfortable, but let's hope he stays out for a while. I won't know how bad things are until I get in there."
"How can I help? I can hold him or hand you tools or-"
"Right now, I just need you to give us some space and let us work."
I nodded my understanding, but my feet were frozen. I couldn't walk away from my boy when he needed me more than ever.
"Come on, boss," Sal instructed as he pulled me away from the exam table and into a chair on the far side of the room. He and Johnny each took a seat beside me and kept a hand on my shoulder. I figured it was as much for support as it was to make sure I didn't jump up and get in the way.
We sat in silence as Eric placed oxygen in Lucas' nose and started an IV in his arm. He pushed clear liquid through the tube while Doc briefly left the room and returned pushing a large machine.
He explained that he needed to take an x-ray to see where the bullet lay and if any bones were affected. He suggested that I step out of the room, but he didn't fight me when I refused.