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Milan shrugged. “And I have a long list of friends who will make sure your body is never found.”
“Fair enough.”
Milan rose and extended his hand. “Welcome to the family.”
Chapter 13
Six Months Later
The laughter from the night still echoed in Josiah’s ears, a warm reminder of the time spent with Denali and his partners. But as the front door of their Brooklyn townhouse closed behind them, an expectant hush settled over him. The familiar space seemed to hold its breath, bracing for the shift in atmosphere from the camaraderie of friends to the charged solitude Daddy and he now shared.
“Home,” Daddy murmured. His low voice swirled around Josiah like an intimate caress. Daddy hung up their coats with a meticulousness that spoke of his innate need for order, something that always grounded Josiah and made him feel safe and cared for. It wasn’t just a house they returned to. It was their sanctuary, one that promised solace and sparks of desire in equal measure.
“Shower?” Daddy turned to Josiah with a look that was both a question and an invitation.
Josiah nodded, the anticipation coiling tighter within him. Daddy led him upstairs, each step they took together a silent shedding of the outside world.
In the bathroom, steam billowed from the running shower, fogging up the mirror and glazing the tiles with warmth. Daddy undressed first, his movements unhurried, revealing skin that held stories of a life before Josiah—scars and softness intertwined. Josiah followed suit, stripping away layers until he stood bare under the fluorescent lights.
“Come here, baby boy.” Daddy’s voice was tender, a velvet command, and Josiah stepped into the circle of his arms without hesitation. Together, they stood under the water cascading like a benediction, washing away the remnants of their evening out.
Every droplet that kissed Josiah’s skin seemed to sizzle, infused with the promise of what was to come. Daddy’s hands were gentle but assured, guiding him under the stream, conveying without words that he was there to care, to serve, to love. In the simple act of being led, Josiah found profound comfort, his body relaxing into the rhythm of Daddy’s ministrations.
“Feel good?” Daddy asked, a soft rumble against the patter of water.
“Always does with you.” The truth of that statement bloomed in Josiah’s chest.
“Lean back.” Daddy threaded his fingers through Josiah’s wet hair, massaging his scalp with a tenderness that belied his rugged exterior. The scent of the shampoo mingled with the steam, a subtle hint of sandalwood and vanilla enveloping them in an olfactory embrace. Josiah closed his eyes, letting Daddy’s touch anchor him to the moment, the rest of the world fading into a distant murmur. Daddy worked the lather, each movement a testament to his care for Josiah. The gentle tugging sensation, rhythmic and soothing, sent small shivers down Josiah’s spine.
When the last of the suds spiraled down the drain, Daddy glided a bar of soap along Josiah’s shoulders, tracing the contours of his collarbone and venturing farther. Soap slicked skin against skin, creating a delicious friction that made Josiah keenly aware of every ridge and plane of Brody’s palms.
As those hands charted a path down his chest, Josiah’s breath hitched, and his body sang with the need for more of Daddy’s attention. Six months together, they still couldn’t get enough of each other, their need and desire burning as brightly as the day they’d met.
The caress of the soap in Daddy’s hands was a love language on its own, speaking directly to Josiah’s flesh. Josiah leaned into the touch, into the solidity of Daddy’s presence behind him. Every brush of the soap, every sweep along his waist, and every tender squeeze to his hips was laden with affection and care that seemed to seep into his pores. Josiah felt more than clean. He felt cherished.
“You always make getting clean feel so good, Daddy,” Josiah murmured with a happy sigh.
“I love taking care of you in every way, baby boy. Bend over.”
He did, spreading his legs. Daddy was careful when he pulled out the plug he’d put in earlier. They were practicing with more self-control for Josiah, who still struggled not to come when not allowed. Putting in a plug for a few hours was one way that Daddy tested him, and if he didn’t play with it, he’d get his reward. And today, he’d been so good, although it had cost him.
Daddy turned off the water, leaving them enshrouded in the lingering warmth of steam, grabbed a plush towel, and draped it over Josiah’s head. He gently rubbed the locks between the soft fabric, absorbing the droplets clinging to each strand. Josiah closed his eyes, giving himself over to the sensation of being cocooned in a cloud, Daddy’s touch grounding and ethereal.
Daddy wrapped another large towel around Josiah’s shoulders, patting down his arms with a tenderness that contrasted starkly with the firmness of his grip. Then Daddy dried himself off with quick, practiced movements, and Josiah’s body reacted to the sight of the man who not only dominated but cared for him with such precision. Love, desire, admiration, and gratitude swirled together in that big, warm sensation inside him.
“Come here.” Once they’d stepped back into the bedroom, Daddy pulled Josiah close against his still-damp chest, their skin meeting in a warm, slightly moist embrace that spoke volumes of their shared intimacy.
Daddy’s hand, warm and sure, traced the curve of Josiah’s spine, sending shivers down his body. The touch was a silent reminder of the promise whispered between them earlier, a promise that sent anticipation skittering across Josiah’s skin like the first snowflakes of an Alaskan winter.
“You’ve been such a good boy today.” Daddy’s voice was low and smooth like whiskey poured over ice. “It’s time for your reward, baby boy.”
Josiah’s heart raced, pounding a rhythm that matched the thrumming need coursing through him. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Over my knee, then,” Daddy commanded gently, guiding Josiah with a firm hand to drape him over his lap as he settled into a reading chair. Josiah settled into the position with the ease of experience. The cool air contrasted with the warmth of Daddy’s thighs beneath him, grounding Josiah in the moment. His senses were heightened, attuned to every shift in Daddy’s breathing, every brush of his fingertips along Josiah’s vulnerable skin, every beat of his own heart as it sped up in anticipation.
This was where he belonged, lying over Daddy’s lap, held securely within the boundaries of their dynamic. The power play between them wasn’t just about control. It was about connection, about Daddy understanding what Josiah needed without a single word spoken. A lot had happened since that first disciplinary spanking.
“Ready, baby boy?” Daddy asked, his hand resting possessively on Josiah’s backside.