Callum’s thighs were sticky. After his unexpected orgasm on the couch, Jack had taken him to bed and fucked him until dinner time. They’d ordered Chinese and were sitting cross-legged on the floor, containers spread open in front of them on the coffee table. Jack hadn’t let him dress, but instead forced him naked onto the carpet, using his fingers to smear his cum around Callum’s hole before answering the door and taking the delivery.

Callum shifted uncomfortably, scowling at Jack as he laughed into his chow mein.

“I haven’t forgotten,” Jack told him after swallowing.

“Forgot what?”

“The spanking.”

Callum tensed. Even though he wanted it, even though he was desperate for it and his body was fucking singing for Jack. He’d never been spanked before. Hell, he’d never had any of this before.

Well, he’d had something. But not a Daddy and definitely not Jack.

“There’s something we never talked about,” Jack said softly, his eyes tracing the lines of Callum’s face. “And we need to.”

“I feel like I shouldn’t be naked for this,” Callum worried.

“No. You should definitely be naked for this. But it’s going to be mostly me talking, so you listen, alright, kitten?”

“Alright,” Callum agreed nervously.

“We never talked about your fantasies,” Jack began, walking his fingers up Callum’s thigh.

“My what?”

“Fantasies,” Jack repeated, using his pointer finger to trace the line where Callum’s leg folded into his hip. “Kitten, I want to spend a very long time learning all of the ways I can make you come.”

Jack’s fingers slid to Callum’s hip and pressed against the bone. Callum inhaled a trembling breath and closed his eyes. Jack must have leaned closer because his breath puffed against the dip between his clavicles then his tongue licked a line toward his ear.

“I know being your Daddy lends itself to a specific kind of exchange.” Jack’s breath was an inferno against Callum’s ear. “But I’m an equal opportunity partner.”

“Daddy,” Callum tested the word, unsure if his throat still worked.

“Hmmn.” Jack pushed him against the couch and straddled him.

“Like, if you want things rougher.” Jack pushed against him, knocking the breath out of his chest. Callum forced his eyes open so he could see Jack, who was inches from his face now. “Or if you want to fight me.”

Callum’s cock hurt from how hard he’d been all day, from all the friction it’d been subjected to, either from the messy, damp sheets or Jack’s calloused palm, but it was hard again. Ready.

“What if I want to fuck you?” he managed to ask, licking Jack’s cheek.

Jack faltered, his eyes shifting away before refocusing.

“Does that make you nervous?” Callum pressed the issue, even as Jack had cleverly avoided it the day before.

“It makes me think I’ll make you work for it.” Jack kissed him gently, sweetly. “If that’s something you really want.”

Callum’s cock slapped against his bare torso in response.

“Well, then,” Jack said with a small chuckle. “We’ll table that for another day.”

“I know that’s not what you were expecting me to say,” Callum offered in way of apology.

“Everything you do is unexpected, kitten. I wouldn’t have you any other way,” Jack assured him.

“Did you want me to fight you?” Callum asked, his mind zeroed in on the two things Jack had suggested, which clearly led him to believe Jack was the one who was interested in stepping things up a notch.

“I want to make you come harder than you’ve ever come.” Jack dragged his nose up Callum’s cheek. “Sometimes, a struggle…”

Callum dropped his head against the couch cushion, offering his throat in blatant show of submission. Jack took it and latched his mouth to the thin flesh, sucking so hard Callum’s head flew forward with a pained gasp.

Jack definitely wanted to be made to work for it. Callum saved that idea for another time when he wasn’t so desperate.

“The spanking,” he managed to suggest. “I want the spanking.”

Jack grunted and stood, his cock proud and hard directly in front of Callum’s mouth. He leaned forward with his tongue out, but Jack stepped out of reach.

“Not without permission.” Jack stroked himself, and his cock leaked, then he sat on the couch. “Come put yourself on Daddy’s lap.”

Callum did as he was told, laying his stomach across his legs, his dick stabbing into Jack’s thigh.

"Have you been spanked before?” Jack’s hands roamed over Callum’s ass, kneading and stretching the sticky skin.

He shook his head. “No, Daddy.”

“Good,” Jack said.

Then he spanked him. It was hard and it was shocking and Callum’s cock loved it. The skin on his ass felt like he’d been hit with lightning.

“Fuck!” The word flew out of his mouth on a gust of air.

Jack hit him again.

Callum closed his eyes and groaned, feeling like electricity had lit up every vein in his body. Jack rubbed his palm over Callum’s ass and hummed.

“More,” Callum rasped, arching his ass against Jack’s hand. “Daddy, more.”

Jack spanked him again and again, a series of rapid-fire hits against his ass that felt as good as a hot mouth around his cock. He’d had no idea, no fucking idea. He groaned and writhed against Jack’s thighs.

Jack speared his fingers through Callum’s hair and pulled his head back, the strain on his neck exacerbating the complete pleasure the rest of his body was feeling.

“Go get a plug from the bedroom and a condom.”

Callum managed to find his feet, getting the supplies Jack had asked for and returning before the tingle in his skin had abated. Jack popped the slender plug in his mouth and sucked, positioning Callum back over his thighs and spreading his cheeks apart.

Callum’s breath was coming hard and fast and he let out an involuntary moan when Jack eased the plug into him.

And Jack spanked him again, the same feeling of fire heightened exponentially from the plug jostling against his overworked prostate.

“Daddy,” Callum whined.

“What do you need, kitten?”

Callum needed everything, but he settled for, “More.”

Jack let loose, his palm raining down on Callum so quickly it felt as if the contact hadn’t ever been broken. The speed of his breathing quickened. He was panting, squirming, moaning—he wasn’t convinced he wasn’t flying.

“I love it,” Callum mewled. “More, more. God.”

Jack’s elbow poked into Callum’s spine and he heard the tear of a condom wrapper. He was off Jack’s lap, his face pressed into the couch and the plug discarded on the floor. And then he was full again, Jack’s cock buried so deep inside of him, the welts on his ass pressed firmly against Jack’s skin.

“Come,” Jack whispered into his ear, and he did. His cock slipped between the couch cushions, spurting jets against the upholstery as Jack fucked him.

“Daddy.” He was breathless. He was so far gone he never wanted to come back. He wanted this, just this, more of this, forever.

Jack’s hands looped around his shoulders, shoving his face into the arm of the couch. His pace turned erratic and he came on a shout, his hips surely leaving bruises on top of the handprints that decorated Callum’s ass.

Jack collapsed on him, sweaty and panting and out of breath. Callum hurt so much, but in the best way. He shouldered his way onto his back and wrapped his arms around Jack, burying his face against the slippery lines of his throat.

“I didn’t even know that was a fantasy,” he mumbled.

Jack’s body vibrated with a laugh, his hand pushing Callum’s hair away from his forehead.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this,” Callum admitted.

Jack tensed, and he patted Callum’s head sort of awkwardly before ending their embrace and sitting up. He unrolled the condom and tied it off, tossing it onto the bag their dinner had been delivered in.

“Uhm,” Callum chewed his lips between his teeth and sat up as well, turning to face Jack, who now wouldn’t meet his eye. “Did I say something?”

Jack touched his knee and shook his head. “No, kitten. Nothing like that.”

“What then?”

“That’s another thing we need to talk about, but I don’t want to do it now.”

“Well, you can’t not do it now. Sorry.”

Callum wasn’t sorry. He was nervous and scared, but his body felt better than it ever had. Like it was alive for the first time.

“I’m going to stay here the week, then I’m going to go stay with Landon and Verity.”

Callum’s face fell and he pulled his knee away from Jack’s hand, his body turning cold.

“You’re what?” he whispered.

“Hear me out,” Jack said.

Callum suddenly felt naked. That was stupid because he was naked, but he felt emotionally naked. Like Jack had just flayed him open and then called in an audience kind of naked.

“This isn’t the way I wanted to have this conversation.”

“I didn’t want to have this conversation at all.”

Jack exhaled.

“I want to do things right.” He reached out and grazed his thumb across Callum’s cheekbone and he did everything he could to not recoil from the touch. “I don’t want you to get tired of me.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“I know you say that, but you don’t know that. I don’t know that.” Jack framed Callum’s face with his hands. “I want to do right by you.”

Callum studied the fine lines of Jack’s face and the dark chocolate color of his irises. The way they reflected whatever he was looking at. The way they reflected him. Callum looked down.

“When we started talking, you said you wanted something online because it was what your schedule allowed. Your schedule hasn’t changed.”

Callum wanted to protest, but Jack was right. He knew it. They both did. Callum had never hated his job the way he did in that moment. It was this obtrusive thing forcing its way into this otherwise perfect moment.

“I want to date you, Callum.”

Jack’s use of his name drew his attention and he looked up, finding Jack’s features honest and kind.

“We did this all wrong, didn’t we?” Callum asked quietly.

“This,” Jack said, gesturing between them, “This thing between us couldn’t ever be wrong, kitten. Maybe we did it backward is all.”

Callum couldn’t help but smile.

“So are you saying you want to come calling?” He batted his eyelashes like a southern belle.

The look of relief that washed across Jack’s face in reply to his easy tease was enough to push all of his bad feelings out of his mind. His cock may have been selfish, but his heart was certain Jack was making the right decision for them. And of course he would. That’s why he was…Daddy.

“I’m telling you that you better enjoy this week with me because once I start dating, this dick is off limits.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Callum stammered.

“You didn’t think I put out on the first date, did you?” Jack asked in mock horror.

“Oh, my God, you can’t fuck me the way you have been and then take it away. That’s cruel.” Callum held his face in his hands and groaned.

“I can do whatever I want, kitten, because I’m in charge. Isn’t that right?” Jack forced himself back into Callum’s line of sight and he blushed, remembering just how in charge Jack could truly be.

“Yes, Daddy,” he agreed.

“I want to spoil you rotten.” Jack pulled him onto his lap and kissed the bend of his shoulder. “I want to give you the world, but I am a stubborn man, Callum, and it’s going to be on my terms.”

Callum swallowed and nodded, rubbing his cheek against Jack’s three day stubble. For Jack, he would be patient. For Jack, he could play by the rules. If it would get him more of this. And if he was being honest with himself, Jack was right.

They’d talked daily for almost four months, but with a continent between them. Things would be different now, in the same city. Callum did his best to swallow down his insecurities, to ignore the memories that threatened to erode this small sliver of happiness.

Jack wasn’t anything like Ian.

Jack wasn’t anything like anyone.

“You with me, kitten?” Jack waved a hand in front of Callum’s face.

Callum smiled and blinked away a name he’d spent years trying to forget.

“Always,” he promised.