Hitman Daddy by Aster Rae

12

Nikolai

I'm securinga loan to rebuild my restaurant when Christian walks in.

At once, he takes my breath away.

Christian's wearing a baby blue T-shirt and pressed khakis.

A rainbow bracelet sits on his left wrist and his pearly whites accentuate the light tan on his skin.

The wind has ruffled his floppy blond hair on the bike ride over and it sits in a disheveled mop on his head.

My heart fills with warmth as I recall the way his soft cheeks felt against my firm lips at the mall earlier in the week with his friends.

It was a risk to kiss him like that in front of everyone.

I didn't have his permission.

But I'm grateful as hell that Christian let me.

He got all dorky and shy and I nearly melted as he surrendered to me.

The irony.

I'm not a man who melts for anyone.

I'm a killer.

I see more dead bodies in a week than the entire NYPD combined.

Leave it to Christian to do crazy things to me.

Behind Christian, I spot my bodyguard trailing at a distance.

I breathe a sigh of relief when he texts me that Christian is alone.

I was worried Luca would follow Christian to the mall.

I sent my finest limousine to pick Christian up but he wasn't having it.

He texted that he needed the exercise after eating too many of Rowan's ice cream-coffees at the parlor.

Little cutie.

I’d let him eat all the ice cream he wants.

Daddy Nikolai wouldn't care if his angel put on a few pounds.

Christian blushes as he approaches me. "Hey, boyfriend."

Even the word boyfriend in jest makes me hard as a Cartier diamond.

Christian pulls something out of a bag. My jaw drops when I see what it is.

It's a tiny teddy bear with a rainbow bowtie.

The bear is wearing a beanie and it looks cute AF.

"For you." Christian blushes and hands it to me.

I can barely believe how soft and plush it feels.

"You didn't have to do this,” I growl.

"Is it too much?" Christian winces. "I know we're only business partners and I don't want you thinking I'm weird. But I had to thank you for taking me shopping. No one's ever bought me a suit before. In fact, no one's ever taken me on a real date, so I had to do this to say thanks."

"Not at all." How could Christian ever feel that giving me a teddy is too much?

It's perfect. Every bit of it.

It's the sweetest gift I've ever received.

Just knowing that Christian picked it out for me sends me railing.

Something flashes through my head that feels like the emotion I experienced with Jonah.

Jonah played with teddies all the time.

He never bought me any but I loved surprising him with oversized plush dogs and watching him play.

I sourced them from the finest toymakers in Europe and adored the look on his face when he lost himself in little mode.

Christian's awakening dormant feelings I haven't felt in a long time.

I want to tuck Christian into bed and protect him in my strong arms.

It's fucking nuts but I even want to hum lullabies as I kiss every inch of his body.

I'd sacrifice an arm and a leg to sweep this angel into my arms and make him truly mine.

Is Christian a virgin?

It's a question that's flitted across my mind this past week.

It doesn't matter whether he is or not.

But God, I'd love to be the first man to blow his mind.

Snap out of it.

Despite the connection I felt earlier this week, this is still strictly a business relationship.

Christian gives me gifts because I spend tens of thousands of dollars on his tuition and luxury tuxedos. He said so himself.

I force myself to keep a positive mindset.

We have a beautiful afternoon to spend together trying on the type of luxurious clothes.

I can't wait to see how he reacts to my gifts.

***

"It's too big."

Christian and I are in the changing room at Hermes.

We've tried on various matching suits but we can't settle on the perfect one.

Right now, Christian’s taking off an oversized shirt that the attendant picked out just for him.

He's stuck.

He thrusts his arms through the head hole but he's trapped.

I'm a horrible person for laughing.

But it’s the cutest thing I've ever seen.

Christian doesn't like my barely concealed display of amusement. “You could help me, ya know. You don't have to sit there and laugh."

"I like watching you struggle."

"Aren't you supposed to be my boyfriend?"

"Meaning?"

Christian growls. "You're supposed to like protect me and help me out with shit. Only a jackass sits around and chuckles while his boyfriend can't find his way out of a shirt."

"It's clothing, Christian. The path to freedom isn't rocket science."

He lets out a groan. "Just help me get this damn shirt off so we can get some pizza."

I promised Christian pizza at the finest Italian restaurant in downtown SoHo as a reward for spending the day with me.

Setting down my forty-thousand-dollar blazer, I step behind Christian and unbutton the top of the dress shirt.

“Hold still,” I grunt, undoing the buttons on the front.

Christian was right. This is a tricky shirt to unbutton.

Christian shakes his hair out when I finally raise it over his head.

"Thanks for the help," Christian groans, shaking his blond hair out.

I open my mouth to respond.

But that's when I notice something crazy.

His tummy.

Christian's baby blue undershirt rides up to his nipples. I can see everything.

His soft flesh. The etching of his nonexistent abs.

My cock turns to a pulsating rod.

Suddenly, I feel like a very old Zeus ogling a very young Ganymede.

Christian's oblivious to my unrequited longings.

"I thought I was going to be stuck in there all afternoon,” he says.

"Uhhm.” My command of the English language is reduced to nothing.

Images of Christian's chaste white flesh whirl around my head like a hurricane and all at once I want to drop to my knees and wrap my lips around his cock.

I've fantasized about Christian before but this unexpected glimpse of flesh does crazy things to me.

Desire wraps its fingers around me and doesn't let go.

I shouldn't be so excited over someone like Christian.

But it's like I've been asleep for twenty years and he brought me to life.

"No problem." I play it cool so as not to come across like a total simp.

Because that's what I am — a fucking simp.

None of the men I've ever been with – not even Jonah — were so sexy.

I'm typically drawn to men in their late twenties but Christian awakens something in me I can't put back to sleep.

"I think we should get the other shirt," Christian says.

He has no idea I'm about to come in my pants.

"Which shirt?" I ask.

"The one we tried on before you started drooling over me,” Christian jokes.

I nod like a soldier. Unaffected by emotion. Unaffected by my raging hard-on that threatens to explode in my briefs or the aching need stinging my groin.

I need to possess this angel.

Right. Fucking. Now.

"That's a great idea.” I nod to conceal the fact that I've lost my mind to arousal. "I'll tell the attendant to put it on my black card."

We head out of Hermes.

I put in an order for a baby blue Birkin on the way out and bought a few Hermes clasp bracelets for Christian to play with when he gets home.

We head to the front to grab Christian's bike and throw it in the back of my Lamborghini but that's when Christian stops me.

His breath cuts off.

His hands migrate to his cheeks and his jaw drops.

"Nikolai." His eyes glaze over as he points to a store display.

That's when I see it.

The teddy.

A wave of emotion washes over me. Not just any teddy.

A LGBT stuffed bear in a rainbow sweater eating a sugary pink ice cream cone.

I step behind Christian. "Do you like this bear?"

"Yes. It's the most prettiest stuffy I've ever seen in my life."

I rub his neck. "Would you like it?"

Pink blooms on his flesh. "I want to play with it in my bedroom."

It takes everything in me not to ask, Do you want Daddy to buy it for you?

But I can't do that.

I can't afford for Christian to think I'm a freak.

Christian's an innocent butterfly and I'll scare him off by being so upfront.

Most importantly, he’d renege on his promise to go to Michael's wedding.

His life depends on me not revealing that I'm into Daddy kink.

"I'll buy it for you."

I leave out what I truly want to say.

I'm sorry I put your life in danger. I'm a fucking monster. But even monsters have souls. And these past few weeks have been the happiest of my life.

Christian nods. "Thank you. He'll fit right in with the rest of my dinos.”

A fissure opens in my heart. "You have more teddies like him at home?"

"I have so many." Christian turns around and wraps his arms around my waist. "So many teddies. He won't get lonely, I swear."

It's too much.

I buy Christian the stuffed bear and take him to the Italian restaurant.

The wedding is this weekend and after that, I must stop seeing this young man.

He's too innocent to be with a depraved monster like me.