Daddy's Boy (21 page)

“
Do-Dodger,” I moaned. My
mind was hazy, and my grip on reality was tenuous at best. I was
trying hard to remember why I was doing this, trying to keep the
professional at the forefront of my mind. The very reason I was
allowing myself to get into bed with Dodger in the first place, but
as his hand reached around and gripped my surgically enhanced
penis, the one I’d paid so much money to have, I lost my hold on
why I was keeping him at arm’s length and fell over into desire. My
head dropped onto the mattress, and I shuddered.

“
Oh, god,” I
groaned.

“
God, you taste good,”
Dodger said, lifting his head from my ass.

I felt him moving behind me and
wiggled my ass when cool liquid was poured down the crease of my
butt. The lube warmed as Dodger spread it around my hole and pushed
it deep inside my clenching pucker with one finger. I had been
fucked by more men than I could count. Believe me I had tried—my
black book was filled with the names of clients, politicians,
famous athletes, businessmen, actors, etc. who all had need of my
special “services”—I was still extremely tight back there, so I
breathed and relaxed my muscles as Dodger fucked me with one
finger, then two.

I whimpered when he removed them.
Aching… yearning for him to fill me back up. I was desperate to
feel him inside of me. I needed to be close to him. To be connected
to him in a way I had never been with anyone ever before in my
life.

“
I need you,” I
confessed.

“
I know. I’m coming, baby,”
he said in a hoarse voice.

“
I hope not,” I teased,
chuckling softly.

Dodger laughed and the sound of a
condom wrapper being opened reached my ears. I sighed in relief,
glad he was being safe; though I was shocked by the pang of
disappointment that ripped through me. I wanted to feel the heat of
his seed inside me. I wasn’t a woman any longer. I wasn’t Tiffany
anymore. I no longer had any ovaries; but for a moment, a brief
flash, I wished I did, so I could have his child. So we could have
children together. A life together.

I swallowed back the tears that loomed
dangerously close to spilling over, and beat back the darkness that
threatened to ruin this moment. I wouldn’t let it spoil the one and
only time I had with Dodger because I knew now I wouldn’t be with
him again. I couldn’t. Not if my emotions were being engaged. Not
if my heart was being affected by him. It was too dangerous. For
me. For Stella. I had to focus.

Shoving my emotions into a box and
putting a padlock on it, I called on every trick I had ever used
with every client I’d ever had previously. I spread my legs farther
apart, tilted my ass up so it was on better display, and spread my
butt cheeks. I heard Dodger hiss, and smiled. This I could do. I
could be the sexpot he wanted. I could give him the best fuck of
his life and then send him on his way.

But I could not… I would not, allow
myself to fall in love with him.

The blunt head of Dodger’s cock
pushing against my entrance snapped me out of my inner musings and
centered all of my thoughts on him. I bit my lower lip and looked
over my shoulder at Dodger, watching as he slowly inched his way
inside me. I groaned, the burn of the width of his dick stretching
me open, making my body sing. It was painfully pleasurable, and I
both wanted more and wanted him to stop and pull out.

“
Oh, yeah, baby, fill me
up. Take this ass. Fuck me,” I encouraged him.

“
Fuck. Tyler.”

“
You already are.” I
reached back and ran my fingers down the side of Dodger’s thigh,
trying to pull him deeper inside me. As he plunged farther into my
body, I gasped. I had never felt so full in my life, and I was
barely holding on to my sanity as Dodger began slowly grinding his
cock in my aching hole, withdrawing it with a long stroke before
thrusting it in, hard and fast.

He set up a punishing pace soon after
that had my teeth chattering and my head bobbing up and down. I
braced my hands on top of the mattress in order to stop myself from
being shoved across it. Dodger’s fingers gripped my hips tightly,
no doubt leaving bruises behind as he fucked me harder than I’d
ever been fucked before, my name a prayerful litany on his lips. I
could only respond back with moans of his name and groans of
“Yes.”

Minutes or hours, hell, even days,
could have passed, and I would have been none the wiser, so lost
was I in the maelstrom of passionate bliss. Dodger’s scent filling
my nostrils, his sweat raining down on my back, his arms wrapping
around my torso, his dick slamming into my chute over and over and
over again until it was all I could think about—was all I could
feel. I was one big nerve ending. Nothing but desire. Nothing but
lust and fire.

Want.

Need.

And like a freight train barreling
down the tracks and taking me completely unaware, my orgasm
overwhelmed me. Grabbing onto my foot and pulling me under.
Starting at my toes and working its way up my body until the whole
of me was awash in sensation. Tingling. Shaking. Alive. Bursting
with wonder.

I screamed Dodger’s name as my cock
spurted with the evidence of my desire. My hole clenched tightly on
Dodger’s dick, trying to hold him within me, never wanting to let
him go. I winced when Dodger tightened his hold on my waist, his
thrusts speeding up, as he pounded my ass with rapid thrusts before
stilling, his pelvis flush with the curve of my bottom, the hairs
tickling my skin. I could feel the pulse of his cum filling the
condom as he roared my name, and it gave me a tiny thrill to know I
had caused such a reaction in him.

Dodger jerked and twitched behind me
before collapsing on top of my back. I grunted from his weight
pressing me down, laughing a bit at the tiny sliver of joy that
peeked through the darkness of my soul. After years of wondering,
hoping, and dreaming—fantasizing—about someone I swore to myself I
hated and would never trust again, I’d finally gotten a chance to
sleep with Pierce—Dodger—and it was the best I’d ever
had.

I totally saw why the rapper Drake
felt like he had to make a rap about something like
that.

“
That was absolutely
amazing. You. Were absolutely. Amazing,” Dodger panted
out.

I merely grinned, not wanting to ruin
the mood by speaking. I knew if I opened my mouth, I would say the
wrong thing, and Dodger would leave, and I didn’t want him to. Not
yet, at least.

“
Ty?”

I cringed. He was speaking to me with
such familiarity. With a fondness in his tone. As if we were more
than what we were. As if it were a foregone conclusion we would be
something… deeper. Personal. Intimate.

Forever.

When he knew—of course he
knew, because
I knew
—that we wouldn’t be.
Couldn’t
be. Anything more than a
John and a whore.

I turned my head and stared at him,
giving him the same plastic smile I gave every last client I’d ever
had before him. The same smile I would give every last John after
him. It was the one that said I wasn’t engaged in the interaction.
That they meant nothing to me. That the moment had come to an
end.

That it was time to leave the money on
the nightstand and leave.

“
It was great, Mr.
Vanderbrook. Thank you so much for your offer. I really appreciate
you for everything, and I had a fantastic time. If you want to
schedule another
appointment
with me, just let me know, and I’ll see what I
have available.”

Dodger frowned at me. I winced and
gasped as he pulled his now softened dick out of my ass and looked
down at my face. Turning over, I leaned back on my elbows, lifting
one foot onto the torn-apart mattress, letting the other hang off
the bed, presenting myself to his gaze. I would not allow him to
see how much it devastated me to send him away. How much my stomach
was tied in knots, or how my heart was doing something funny. What
was that feeling in my throat? The lump I felt? The burning in my
eyes I felt that had nothing to do with nightmares from my past,
but had everything to do with me sending someone away. I didn’t get
sentimental. I didn’t get emotionally invested. I had done away
with feelings and love, with sentimentality. So why now, and why
him? Why did it always come back to Dodger?

“
What the fuck, Tyler?”
Dodger growled. “Are you serious? You’re going to just send me
away?”

I cleared my throat and sat up. “I’m
afraid that’s how it works, Mr. Vanderbrook. I know you’re not
familiar with the way things are handled with these types of
transactions, but as our liaisons continue, you will grow more
comfortable with them.”

I trembled when Dodger leaned down
close to me, staring deep into my eyes. “You listen to me, Tyler
Simpston. This is not how things between us are going to continue.
Not even a little bit. I’m going to give you the money you need to
pay off KuJoe and get your daughter back, and after that, the
choice is up to you whether or not you come back to me, but I will
not continue to pay to have sex with you. I will not treat you like
a whore because you’re not. Do you understand me? You’re
not.”

My temper flared up inside me then, a
dark, snarling beast. Perhaps it had always been inside me. Maybe
that is what the blackness has always been. Not depression or
suicide. Not the inky-black remains of other people’s evil left
upon my soul. Maybe that blackness—that swirling inside of me,
pulsating, growing, contaminating every inch of me, filling me,
only shrinking back when it came into contact with the beautiful
light of Stella’s pure soul—was really the maleficent fury of my
temper. Raging at the injustice done to me and others around me.
Screaming at my actions. Crying out, wailing against the audacity
of those who had wronged me. Because in that moment, I could feel
the blackness explode from every pore of my body, and I was
helpless to stop it. More than that, I didn’t want to stop
it.

I pulled my fist back and punched
Dodger as hard as I could. His eyes widened with shock, and I
smiled. “I am a whore, Pierce. Oh wait, I’m sorry. It’s Dodger,
right?”

I pushed him away from me. “You know
that better than most. You just paid for a chance to fuck me, just
like everybody else.” I climbed off the bed, advancing on him as he
stepped away from me. “I’ve been a goddamn prostitute, a junkie sex
slave, since my mother first whored me out at the age of six.
Granted, she did it so she could get more drugs, but she let me get
some of the drugs too. At least I’m letting men use me so I can
take care of my daughter instead of taking care of
myself.”

I laughed sardonically. “And please,
don’t act like you’re trying to save me or anything. You’re in this
for selfish reasons just like everybody else.”

Dodger shook his head. “No,
I—”

I slashed my hand through
the air cutting off his words. “Yes. You. Are. You want me to stop
whoring so I can be with you,” I said pointing at myself and then
at him. “This isn’t about me or about my daughter. This is about
you. What you want. You’re giving me the money, not because I’m in
danger. Not because KuJoe wants to put me back on the streets, not
because he wants to put my daughter,
his
daughter, on the streets just to
get his money. But because you want
me
to be with
you
. Right?”

Dodger’s silence said it
all. I shook my head. I walked up to him and stared him in the face
with a scowl. “Well, you know what,
Mr.
Vanderbrook
? I would do
anything
for my
daughter. And if I can whore myself out for hundreds of men to get
the money to protect her, then I can do it for one man. So I’ll
take your money and be your
boyfriend
for as long as you want me
to be, and I’ll even stop
whoring
myself for everyone else if that’s what you
want.”

Dodger shook his head. “No. No. I… um…
I’ll give you the money, Tyler, because we are—were friends, and
you don’t have to give me anything in return.”

“
Since when?” I asked
skeptically, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“
Since I realized you were
right. I don’t want to be like every other man you’ve ever been
with, and I played this whole thing with you the wrong way. I
shouldn’t have offered to pay you for dates. I should have given
you the money you needed to help you out. I should have asked you
why you were doing this. I should have…” Dodger shook his head,
running his fingers through his hair. “There are so many things I
should have done differently, but I know better now.”

He looked at me, intently. “Tyler,
please believe me. Since the moment we met, all I’ve ever wanted
was to help you. To protect you. I’ve always known I was gay, so I
didn’t understand why I was attracted to you when you were…
Tiffany. Then you told me you’d always felt you were born into the
wrong body. That you felt you should have been born a boy. That
your father used to call you “slugger,” and your mother hated it
because you were so pretty, which I couldn’t argue with. But I
could see it. There was this… air of masculinity, even in the
beauty of you. You were androgynous.” He shook his head. “So I
wanted to help you become who you were supposed to be, even while I
wanted to help you get to safety, and a lot of that was for selfish
reasons, because I lost my heart to you even then, and I knew it
was wrong because you were only sixteen, and I was a few years
older than you.”