Page 4 of Master Daddy

“Yeah, totally, one hundred percent here,” I answer, suddenly babbling like a naughty pupil in the presence of a strict but seriously hot teacher. “I’m sorry. I’ll do better.”

“Oh, I know you will,” Mason says. “And here’s how…”

Chapter 2

Mason

I can’t quite wrap my head around how damn dangerous that was. This boy clearly knows his way around a gym. But to be lifting that heavy and without a spotter is just crazy.

And to make matters worse, it’s like he’s just humoring me right now…

“Don’t worry, I’m cool,” Luke says, a look of defiance in his eyes as he stands up from the bench, his legs a little wobbly from that all-out leg drive he tried to put in when that bar just wasn’t moving. “Seriously. I bench a lot. I usually come with Milo actually⁠—”

“No, you don’t get it,” I say, cutting him off before he spins me any more nonsense. “I’m saying that from now on, you’re going to be training with me.”

I can see that the boy is taken aback somewhat.

And, I get it, it’s not like we know each other. But I already can see that this is the kind of boy who if left unsupervised is going to end up injuring himself, or worse.

“B-b-b-but,” Luke says, his sexy eyes filled with a combination of sass, confusion, and a little bit of something else too.

“No buts,” I say. “It’s you and me now, little one.”

Luke blushes hard, his full lips curving into a smile as he responds so quickly to my authority. He might be full of sass just under the surface, but I can tell that he is a pure Little—not that this means anything will happen between us, but I can’t deny that having a training partner while I’m back in town on leave from work won’t be fun.

“Well I guess it might help with my contest,” Luke says, evidently warming to the idea in double-quick time. “You know, the one between me and Milo?”

“Well, no, I didn’t actually,” I chuckle. “It might surprise you that I’m not fully up to speed on the ins and outs of what every Little in town is up to.”

“Okay, whatever,” Luke says, flashing that defiant smile once again.

Damn, if this was one of my fantasies I’d be bending the boy over that bench press and pulling his workout shorts and jockstrap down for a good spanking in less than ten seconds.

Sadly though, this is real life and spankings don’t quite work like that.

At least not for me.

To say that I’m a little bit out of the dating game would be an understatement. Working away for months at a time on an offshore oil rig is hardly the stuff that relationships are made of.

Far from it, in fact.

I’m forty-three now and my last serious relationship. We’re talking over a decade ago. And, worse, I don’t even remember the last time I took a boy out on a date. To say I’m out of the loop in this world of aps, social media, and all that modern bullshit is an understatement.

So the thought of even attempting to get something going with Luke is about as far from my thoughts as you could get. I’ll train the boy and keep him safe from harm for as long as I’m on leave from work.

But anything other than that? Nah, I don’t think so.

“Well, I do actually need to go now,” Luke says, bringing me back to reality as he taps his finger on his watch. “I’ve got work to go to. And hopefully I won’t need anyone to save my life there…”

“Ha!” I bellow, my laugh coming out louder than I expected. “Funny.”

“So…”

“So… see you tomorrow,” I say. “Same time, same place. Except this time don’t hit the bench without me. And that’s… an order.”

Damn, I almost blurted out Daddy’s Orders.

Now that would have been a mistake.