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272 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 16, 2022
"Do you love your mom?"
"No. I hate her. She's a fucking psycho and she scares the shit out of me. She exhausts me. I can't wait until she finally ODs and I never have to think about her again."
"That was... succinct."
"You asked, there's your answer. What'd you think? I wouldn't have an opinion? I've dealt with her shit every day of my life. Look what it did to me. You think I like being like this? Think I like knowing it's not my fault, but I get the blame anyway because you're a whiny bitch if you blame your parents for anything? I feel like I'm going crazy every second, like I'm never allowed to just hate the person who fucked my life up so bad because she's a single mom and she's got a disease, and this and that and poor her and whatever, like I'm the judgemental one. Well, I fucking hate her. I don't care if she sobered up tomorrow, there's no one she could turn into that I'd give a shit about. I do not care. And anyone who wants to talk to me about forgiveness or healing or any shit like that can jump off a goddamn bridge."
"You don't know shit about me."
"I know a lot more than you think," he said seriously. "I've watched you come to school worn down year after year and no one ever say a word. I've watched your clothes get too small and your shoes get too thin, and nobody care. I've watched you try like hell to master shit in class and get halfway there and get no credit for doing your best. I've seen you get cocky during football season, and I've seen you withdraw when it's over and you don't fit in anymore. I've seen how much you need to be taken care of."
"Jesus Christ, you're a legit stalker."
“You’re fucking damaged as hell and it makes my heart hurt. I wanna fix things and make you happy. Make you mine. I wanna fuck you so good and treat you so sweet you fall in love with me.”
“Some guys need to be looked after.”
“I don’t. I look after myself.”
“Yeah, I can see that.” […]
“That a joke?”
“No. Not at all. It’s pretty obvious no one takes care of you but you. But I could change that. If you let me. […]”
“I’ve never seen a guy who needed to be daddied as much as you.”
“Color?” he asked me, giving me a little smirk, and I rolled my eyes halfway with all the energy I could muster, my lips twitching.
“Green, motherfucker.”
“That’s my boy.”
“You don’t have to worry anymore, baby. Daddy’s here. I’m gonna help you with all the tough things, okay? I’m gonna make sure all the rules are fair and you get everything you deserve. No one’s gonna hurt you anymore.”

“Wanna rough me up till I say I’m sorry?” I asked him, getting into the idea, imagining the tables tilting. “Wanna get even?”
“Maybe,” he said again. “Or maybe I’d rather just punish you like the bad little boy you are.”
It was so unexpected and filthy I didn’t have time to hold back my moan because I didn’t even know it would be there.
“Mmmhmm,” he said, squeezing my ass and sounding smug. “That’s what I thought.”
“Do you want Daddy to take you over his knee for being naughty? For using me and hurting my feelings? Do you want me to pull your pants down and paddle your bottom until it’s nice and pink and ready for fucking?”
I’m pretty sure my mouth was open wider than it had ever been. What the fuck. This had been hiding inside him all this time? While I’d just been getting basic bitch blow jobs in the locker room?
I slammed my mouth shut so hard my teeth clanked and I nodded hard. I did not get moved on like this, ever. And I didn’t get turned on like this either.
“Say it,” he told me. “Tell me.”
I swallowed hard. “Yes, Daddy.”
“That doesn’t really sound like an apology, brat,” he finally told me. But his voice dropped low and soft, and he grabbed the front of my shirt again, tugging me forward just far enough so my lips could brush against his.
Fucking A. This guy was a safecracker, and he had all my numbers.
“Is that what you want? An apology?” My voice came out all breathy, not how I meant it at all, didn’t even sound like me, but he seemed kind of into it.
Just a few dozen smacks in and my skin was getting tender, past just stinging, more like raw, and I clawed at the sheets feeling helpless and strong and angry and loved and not knowing what I wanted except just him. Whatever he said I needed, whatever he said he’d give me, whatever he said I was, I was here for it.
“You do realize you were on top of me. I felt it.”
I grinned. “Felt what?”
“Your dick get hard when he threatened to spank you.”
“I…” My face got hot, and maybe my dick got a little hard when he called me out, and maybe that made my face a little hotter. What the fuck.
“Mmmm. So nice,” he said softly, and his breath was cool on the spot he’d just licked over. “Now be a good boy and reach back and spread your cheeks for me.”
“What?” The word came out strangled. He had to be fucking with me.
“I want a clear view of that hole, baby boy. Embarrass yourself for me.”
4,5 'Emotional porn' stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐/⭐
5 'Even more emotional porn' stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄☆⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧