Page 24 of Beautiful Disaster

Jesus.

Is that what it’s like for kittens and puppies weaned from their parents too early? Kids getting snatched or sold from their parents, put into positions no human ever should, making them desperate for connection. Jinx needs me now. This is what I’m here for. This is what I do. To protect him and give him everything he needs to feel safe and trust again.

“Very well. You can sleep with me on one condition.”

His blue eyes grow large, and he nods eagerly. “Anything.”

“You will continue with your therapy.” Hell, I need to get back into it, too. It’s been years now.

“Easy. I already planned on it anyway.”

“Good.”

I stand and reach out my hand to him. He takes it, and I help him up. Without another word, I lift him into my arms. Like a precious pet, he rests his head on my shoulder and slides his fingers into my hair. And that’s what I’ll call him. He’ll have many endearments, but that will be the main one.

While Jinx is solid, he’s also slight, so he doesn’t weigh much as I carry him upstairs and into my bedroom. I set him on the bed, and he scoots back on the mattress, watching me for instructions.

“Come back here, my pet.”

He smiles at that and scoots back over to the edge of the bed.

“Undress me.”

When Jinx stands and reaches for the buttons on my shirt, I snag his wrists. “Undress me only. You will not touch my cock or try to get me turned on.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I release his wrists, and he unbuttons my dress shirt. He slides it off my arms and, without asking, heads to my closet and hangs it up. He’s a quick learner. Still, I let his initiative go for now. He’s only to take orders, not to implement them before they’re given.

Jinx kneels in front of me and unbuttons and unzips my jeans. He slides them down and pulls each leg off my foot.

“Do you hang or fold your jeans, sir?”

“I fold them and put them on the shelf in the closet, next to the others.”

He does just that, leaving me in only my underwear. When he returns, he looks at me expectantly.

“You may take off my underwear. I’ll sleep naked with you.”

His smile stretches across his face, and he bounces over to me, along with his cock. He’s not hard, confirming he’s definitely naked often, as he said. Despite his need to reclaim himself, he’s confident in his own skin.

I don’t get hard either. I’ve spent years controlling my body.

Jinx fingers the elastic waistband of my underwear and pulls them down and off.

“Those go into the hamper in the bathroom.”

He rushes off to put them in the basket and quickly returns. “Anything else, Daddy?”

I wave my hand at the bed. “Get in.”

Once we’re under the covers, I roll over onto my side, turn off the lamp, and then rest my head on the pillow, intentionally facing away from Jinx.

He doesn’t snuggle into me or hold me, obeying my no-touching rule like a champ. But I know he wants to, so I reach behind me. “You can hold me now.”

Jinx presses his body flush against mine and wraps an arm around my waist, his breath hot on my skin. I offer more comfort by holding his hand against my chest before closing my eyes. If it helps build trust, I’ll let him sleep with me in bed each time he’s here.

Such a night-and-day difference from when I first met Jinx. It’s more evidence that his bravado is more bark than bite. This could really work between us as long as I can stay out of my head. So far, so good.