I feel him let go of my wrists and I’m quick to press them against my chest. Feeling stupid and used and just f*****g wrong. I feel wetness on my cheek and I realise I’m crying when I hear myself sniffle. He seems to be lost as to what to do because his hands leave me altogether and I hear myself sob at that.
“I’m sorry, daddy,” I speak so softly, I almost don’t even hear myself and he looks torn between what to do. “I’m not stupid, I just want you,” I wipe my tears before fisting the fabric of his vest in my small palm, “don’t want you to hate me anymore,” I sniffle as I tug him closer, and his hands are fisted by his sides and he’s not touching me. “I’ve waited so much for you, Caspian. I’ve been good.” I tell him honestly, my eyes peering at him in vulnerability.
I watch him close hi
