Page 46 of His Dad Will Do
I’m in said pompous prick goblin’s childhood bedroom, texting my best friend and agonizing over what I want from his dad. Why is it so hard to admit what I want?
silas, do you want him to be your boyfriend daddy or not?
I take a deep breath and jab at each letter, then hit send before I lose my nerve.
Yes.
there, was that so hard?
Oh my god, so hard. But freeing in a way. Like, now that I’ve admitted to myself what I want, I can finally start to imagine it.
has he said anything about how he feels about you?
other than that he wants to help you?
Um, not exactly. But he said he’ll always take care of me if I need him.
that sounds good!
doesn’t it?
Yeah.
I think about everything Logan’s said or done this weekend and none of it feels temporary. He hasn’t pushed me for more than I’ve been willing to give. He’s just…been here the whole time.
Taking care of me. Feeding me, making sure I drink water and not too much alcohol. Letting me catch up on my sleep, letting me work on my musical when I wanted to. I showed up on his doorstep on Friday night with no warning and he rearranged his entire weekend to be everything I didn’t know I needed.
My hands brush against the hard metal of the cock cage under my—Logan’s—sweatpants. I honestly think he bought it just for kinky fun, but it didn’t take either of us long to realize how it affects my head as much as my body.
He knew that it would help settle me after my confrontation with Lance. I barely had to ask for it and he just…took care of what I needed, the way he’s done this whole weekend.
I tap my phone screen, which has gone dark while I’ve been sitting here and tap out one more text to Chloe.
I gotta go talk to him.
She sends me the thumbs-up emoji, then the fingers-crossed one, and then a huge smiley face.
call me later, cupcake.
I will but I don’t bother responding. I shove my phone in my pocket and leave Lance’s bedroom to go find Logan.
He’s in the dining room, at the end with the puzzle. I wonder what his phone call was about that he needs to think things over afterwards while working on the puzzle.
He looks up when I enter the room and I drift across the rug to lean against his chair. He’s finished the lighthouse and added more sky pieces. My eye catches on a weird-shaped piece with a touch of blue that’s sitting atop the pile in the box and I snap it into place to complete the blueberries.
It’s one of the things I like about jigsaw puzzles—that you can look and look for the right pieces, but sometimes, if you walk away for a bit, when you come back, the piece you’ve been looking for is right there.
“Nice,” Logan says. He sets down the piece he’s holding and pushes his chair back. “We need to talk, sweetheart.”
“Yeah,” I agree, but first, he beckons me closer.
“Let’s get the cage off. You’ve been in it for a while and I need your full attention, because there are some decisions you need to make.”
Well, that doesn’t sound ominous or anything. Still, I shuffle toward him and he tugs my sweatpants down enough to expose my caged cock. His hands are warm as he reaches under me with the Allen wrench to loosen it. He gently extracts my dick and balls, and naturally, I—ahem—rise to the occasion in his hand.
“Sorry,” I murmur, but he just chuckles and sets the cage on the table.
“Later,” he promises my dick. Then he kisses my stomach and pulls the sweatpants up, stretching the waistband wide enough to deny me even the soft friction the fabric might otherwise give and re-ties the drawstring. “We’ve got some things to discuss first.”
