The Sin Eater - The Watch #2 - ch. 5 (Patreon)

This is highly unedited and unbeta'd. Things are heating up on all fronts.

Boone

An icy blast of air hit Boone as soon as he entered the room, momentarily dampening his rage and silencing the ranting in his head. It was short lived. Nothing could bring down the pure venom pumping through him. What had West been thinking? Had he been thinking at all? 

The amount of shit he’d now leveled on all of their heads over what was supposed to be a simple exercise in empathy was almost comical. Boone had spent the entire walk to the computer room picturing strangling the man until his eyes popped out of his head like a cartoon character. 

He looked around the security office. He hadn’t been in the room since the school opened. The far wall was made up of screens, all the same uniform size, most of them cycling through security camera footage, showing the school from various vantage points. To his left was a locked door with a keypad and an ocular scanner. Behind that door sat an enormous bank of servers. Far more than any school would need. Even one that specialized in training spies. 

The servers had been Kendrick’s idea. He’d used it to store yottabytes worth of sensitive information. Government secrets. Black ops shit. Stuff that would be dangerous in the wrong hands. Kendrick had justified this by saying the enemy couldn’t steal what they couldn’t find. Theoretically, that was true, but Boone hated to think Kendrick had been right about anything. Ever. 

Beneath the bank of monitors was a large white desk with three office chairs. To the right there was a table covered with coffee spills, mugs and a state of the art coffee maker that would probably take a three hour seminar for Boone to use. Other than that, the room was eerily empty, the bare walls covered in decorative gray tiles meant to dampen the sound of the servers in the next room. 

West sat at the desk, beneath the wall of monitors. He wore a pair of sweatpants and a black t-shirt, his hair damp and glasses perched on his nose. He should have been in classes by now, not hunched over a keyboard in a dimly lit room, frantically typing away. Boone watched the two screens not cycling through security footage, watching as code scrolled past far too quickly for Boone to make out. Not that he’d know what the hell he was looking at anyway. 

West didn’t acknowledge him, clearly too engrossed in whatever it was he was doing. He looked possessed, the print from the screen casting strange shadows onto this skin. 

He didn’t acknowledge Boone’s entrance. “What the fuck did you do?” he snapped. 

The way West startled, told Boone he’d been far too engrossed in his own work to even realize he wasn’t alone. What was he planning now? Boone didn’t even want to contemplate that. 

West spun in his chair, giving him an incredulous look. “You think I did that?”

Boone stopped short. What the fuck did that mean? Who else would have done it? 

He said as much. “This lesson was your idea.” 

West snorted. “I said lesson, not character assassination. Did you see that shit? You think I would use one of our students being drugged and possibly assaulted as a way to set an example? I know they’re not children, but even I wouldn’t start with something so…over the top.” 

“You didn’t do this?” Boone said, more just to let the knowledge settle than anything else. 

His rage at West’s over-the-top stunt was morphing quickly into worry. If West didn’t do this, who the fuck did…and how? More importantly, why? 

“No, of course not. We spoke about it last night. We’d start a gossip website where kids could anonymously post things about each other and watch it escalate. Slowly. They needed to see how lies grow and morph into much bigger issues. It needed to be handled…delicately. That’s why Suri was helping me. She can tell you that I didn’t do this.” 

Something else West said floated back into his mind. Remi. He was the real victim in all this. Had he been assaulted? Boone shook his head as he deflated, dropping into the empty seat beside West’s, scrubbing his hands over his face. A million questions raced through his mind. Had Navy drugged Remi? It certainly looked that way. Had those men assaulted him? He hadn’t looked under duress but Boone could think of at least half a dozen drugs that would make Remi appear a willing participant. 

The thought had acid burning its way up his esophagus. It was his job to protect these students, adults or not. Had Remi only had that encounter because he was under the influence? Who were those men? Where had that taken place? It certainly hadn’t happened on campus. Was any of it even real? 

The security footage had to be real, right? 

Boone wasn’t technologically dense, but he didn’t understand half the shit that—person?— in the video had talked about. Deep fake? Manipulation? Was it possible to create a person out of thin air? Manipulate an image where it looked like a living breathing human wearing someone else’s face? It must be. He vaguely remembered hearing about some celebrities falling victim to it. 

Boone sighed, feeling every bit of his age. “That’s not the video you created?” 

West sighed, shaking his head. “It’s not that easy.” 

There was a single rap of knuckles on the door before it burst open, Mac and Archer barreling inside without invitation, Suri and Justice hot on their heels, all of them looking like they wanted an explanation…or bloodshed. They stopped short when they saw Boone was also in attendance.

“What the fuck was that? That’s not at all what we agreed on last night” Suri snapped, expression mutinous as she stared West down. “Are you crazy?” 

Before West could answer, Justice chimed in, “That was completely unnecessary. How could you show that to the entire school?”

Suri leaned against the table that held the coffee maker, crossing her arms over her chest, her flowy orange dress covering all but her toes. 

“Yeah, I never would have agreed to something like this,” Mac added. “What the fuck, man?” 

Archer shook his head. “Has anyone even checked on Remi?” 

Boone sighed. “Pike has eyes on him. He’s in his room and refusing to speak to anyone.” 

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he leaves the program after this,” Suri muttered. 

“I fucking hope not,” West said. “His skills are next level. He might be better than me. If we lose him, that will be a crime.” 

“If he leaves, it’s nobody’s fault but your own,” Justice snapped. 

West jumped to his feet. “Stop blaming me for this. The only part I created was the parking lot video with the folder. Suri saw it.” 

They all looked to Suri who reluctantly nodded. 

West shook his head. “I just altered a video in our files to make it look like Remi. I hadn’t even set it up to send. This whole thing was still in the planning stages. Whoever sent this hijacked it and altered it.”

“Why Remi? He’s already kind of an outsider,” Mac said. 

West scoffed. “Remi is—was—the perfect target. I even asked his permission. I knew he’d understand the point of the assignment. He has a very vocal group of supporters in Peregrine pod and Park and Gift would look out for him as well. I’m sure the kid thinks I betrayed him but this wasn’t me.” 

“You’re saying someone hacked your files and altered the thing?” Justice asked. 

“And Remi knew this was coming?” Archer asked.

“Yes,” West snapped. “That’s what I’m saying.” 

“I’m sure he wasn’t expecting this. Poor kid,” Suri said. 

“How could this happen?” Boone asked, looking at West. 

There was a timid, barely-there knock and then the door opened. Boone would have been less surprised to find a unicorn standing there than Remi himself. It was like their talk had conjured him out of thin air. He stopped short, eyes wide, as he took in the group of teachers. “I can come ba-” 

“No,” West shouted, startling the boy. “No, come in,” he added, far more gently this time.

It was clear Remi had been crying. His eyes were red and swollen. It was hard to believe he was twenty-three years old. He had an almost child-like appearance when he was upset like this. 

“Why did you do that?” Remi asked West, his look of betrayal warranted as far as Boone was concerned. 

“I didn’t. Someone hacked our system and uploaded…whatever the hell that was,” West said. 

Remi blinked at him stupidly. “What?” 

“We were hacked,” Archer supplied, as if Remi hadn’t heard him. 

“No way,” Remi said. “Those servers are impenetrable.” 

He didn’t wait for an acknowledgement, just crossed the room and dropped into the empty seat between Boone and West, spinning the chair around to face the monitors. He didn’t ask or wait for anyone’s permission. His fingers flew over the keys, sifting through their system files like he worked there. 

They all watched as screen after screen appeared and disappeared. Even West sat silently, a slight smile on his lips as he watched the boy work. 

“There. Look,” Remi said. “The breach was internal. See this? This is a log of network access permissions from last night.” 

West shook his head. “Our files are locked up tight. Fort Knox tight. Alcatraz tight.”

“People have escaped from both,” Mac reminded, voice glib. 

“You’d need administrative privileges to access them,” West countered. 

Remi looked at him like he was stupid. “That’s what I’m saying. Whoever did this, didn’t smash in the front door, they had a fucking key. They were already inside the system.” 

“One of our own people did this?” Suri asked, glancing at Boone. 

Remi shrugged. “Think about it. You can lock your house, but if you give your neighbor a spare key is it really that secure? They could do anything they want with it, all you have is the…covenant between you that they won’t exploit your trust.” 

“Who has the knowledge to do this?” Boone asked. 

Remi looked at West, then answered for him. “West…and me, obviously. Though I suppose any of the staff or students could have the knowledge and just kept it to themselves. Or they could have given access to someone else.” 

“How could they do that?” Mac asked. 

“If they planted a backdoor in the system, another person could just waltz right in whenever they wanted, as long as nobody was watching.”

“A backdoor?” Mac asked. “Why would any server have a backdoor if it allows a hacker to waltz into our house and do anything they like?” 

“There’s a lot of different types of backdoors,” West explained. “Some are intentional for things like software updates. We don’t do that for numerous reasons, the first being the sensitive information on those servers back there.” 

“Others are created with malicious intent where someone gains access to our servers and then creates a door for them to return without tripping any alarms,” Remi said. 

“And then there’s the accidental kind where a developer could have inadvertently left a test script in the production environment that could be exploited to gain unauthorized access,” West said. 

“Which was this?” Suri asked. 

“Hard to say just yet,” West said. “I’ll work with Remi and see if we can figure it out. I doubt he feels like going to class today and this will go faster with two of us searching for anomalies.” 

“I still don’t quite understand how this could happen,” Boone said. “What does it mean if this backdoor is wide open. That they can still come and go as they please.” 

“Theoretically, yes, but we’ll find it and close it permanently,” West said. “In the meantime, maybe we need to tell the students what’s happening?” 

“Why?” Archer asked. 

“What do you mean, why?” Mac said, looking at his husband like he was crazy. “There’s a crazy person out there exposing secrets. You don’t think the student body deserves to know?” Mac said. 

“Someone in the student body could be our bad guy,” Archer said. “I think we should let it play out for a bit.” 

“At what cost?” Suri asked. “If that video of Remi was their jumping off point, what do you think is going to happen next?” 

“Archer’s right,” Remi said quietly. “They’re not gonna stop. They’re enjoying themselves. And, weirdly, I don’t think it was personal. I don’t think they were after me specifically. Just saw an opportunity and took it. There’s a chance they’ve been playing around in our system for a really long time. The hacker said they were one of us, a fellow student, so let's just see what they do. If they think we’re clueless—which, as far as I know, we are—they’ll get bolder. The cockier they are, the more likely they are to make a mistake, right?” 

“Exactly,” Archer said, beaming at Remi who blushed and looked away. 

“I think this is a bad idea,” Boone said. “But I don’t have a better one yet so we’ll just go with this one…for now” 

It was on the tip of Boone’s tongue to ask him which parts of the video were real and which were the deep fake, but he wasn’t going to ask Remi to disclose being assaulted in front of an audience. He owed him that much privacy. Besides, there was a chance West would ask once the two of them were alone. 

“Let’s let them get to work. Don’t you have classes to teach?” Boone asked. 

They all nodded, grumbling as they headed to the exit. Boone was the last one out. With one last look, he closed the door behind him. 

He had some phone calls to make. 

Again. 

At the rate they were fucking up, there was a very good chance this program would get shut down and Boone didn’t even want to think about what would happen to all of them, staff and students, should that happen. 

The scenarios were all…grim to say the least. 

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Boone returned to his office, slipping inside before leaning against the door and closing his eyes, his head thumping softly against the wood as he relished the quiet. Why did he agree to take this job? He’d been so close to retirement. He could be sitting on a beach somewhere doing…whatever it was people on beaches did. Instead, he was there, playing games with a psychotic student hellbent on destroying their fellow classmates. 

In any other situation, Boone could have picked them out in a second. For two decades, coaxing the truth out of psychopaths had been so much of his job. But in a school full of them? He didn’t have the time. Hell, he didn’t have the energy. They should have left his whole job to someone much younger. Or at least someone less jaded. 

A headache brewed just behind his eyes, the once dull pressure becoming a steady bass beat, making his temples throb. He wanted to curl up in bed with a bottle of ibuprofen, but instead he would spend his afternoon trapped on the phone with higher ups for the second time in a week. This might actually be the thing they fired him for. The idea should have thrilled him…except leaving The Watch meant he’d never see- 

“I was starting to think you were skipping school, Daddy.”

Boone’s eyes flew open, falling to the boy slouched in his office chair, school uniform deliberately askew to show off the triangle of skin just beneath his throat, one leg tossed over the armrest like a bored royal. 

Boone swallowed audibly. 

Why did he have to look like that? Like pure sin?  There was a look of quiet determination and menace in the boy’s eyes, one that sent a shiver of unease down Boone’s spine. 

Boone was too weak for this today. Did Payton sense it? Were his spidey senses telling him this was the day to pounce? Today was the day Boone would be too weak to refuse him? Maybe it was just wishful thinking on Boone’s part. It would be so much easier if he didn’t have to decide. 

 “I’m not in the mood, Payton,” he lied warily. 

He stayed where he was, keeping a safe distance between them, but it was impossible not to look. Payton was just so…appealing even when he wasn’t trying. Hell, especially when he wasn’t trying. The whole world saw it. Men. Women. Designers. Photographers. Artists. Payton wasn’t conventionally attractive, but that only made him more appealing. His features were configured in a way that shouldn’t have worked but did, like he’d been blessed by the universe. 

It was dangerous to make someone so dangerous, so alluring. Boone couldn’t get enough. He couldn’t get enough of those freckles and that too-wide smile, his heavy brows or his wild hair. Payton had not been designed to blend in. Maybe that’s why he starred in Boone’s fantasies every night. 

A slow smile crept along Payton’s face like he could read Boone’s mind. He really was pathetic. An old man lusting after someone half his age. But Payton made him weak, turned him into the biggest fool. Every time. He’d only survived this long by avoiding him at all costs. But now he understood that Payton had just been playing with him, letting him think he had it all under control, humoring him while he lured him into some false sense of security. 

Nobody was ever truly safe with Payton Skinner. Boone was an idiot to think otherwise. What would the boy do if Boone refused him? If he said no and told Payton to just leave? Could he say it with enough conviction for either of them to believe it? Probably not. It didn’t matter. Boone wouldn’t do it. Hell, he couldn’t do it. His only hope was an impromptu visit from staff or another student that might put a third party between them. 

And everyone else was in class. 

The smile disappeared from Payton’s face as he looked Boone over like he was a new toy he’d just purchased. “Lock the door.” 

Boone’s cock twitched at the authority in Payton’s voice. Alarm bells were wailing in his head. Red flags and warning signs and an ominous voice warning him to turn back before it was too late. But none of it mattered. Boone was in a small boat heading towards a deadly waterfall and instead of trying to change his trajectory, he was rowing faster towards it, ready to hurl himself over the side. Maybe it would mitigate some of the damage. Maybe the fall would be catastrophic. 

It was hard to say. All he knew was the sight of Payton Skinner had his dick hard the moment he’d noticed his presence. Still, he owed it to the school to at least pretend he still had some self control. 

“I don’t think locking myself in here with a student is a very good look,” he reasoned softly. 

Payton stood, then stretched, the two halves of his button down parting at the bottom to reveal a light dusting of hair beneath his belly button that disappeared below sinfully tight pants. Payton smirked when he saw where Boone looked, tugging his tie even looser but not removing it. 

Boone watched, hypnotized, as Payton meandered towards him, hips swaying in a movement he could only define as…serpentine. He had a grace Boone had never possessed at his advanced height. 

Once he stood before him, he placed his hand on his belly, pushing up the fabric to show off his taut belly. 

“It’s okay,” he taunted. “You can touch.” 

Boone itched to take him up on the offer. He wanted to touch, to taste, to devour. He wanted to know what it would take to make Payton fall apart. His fingers spasmed at his sides as he warred with himself, touching himself would shatter the last tiny sliver of his remaining resolve. 

Payton had no such compunction. He pressed his palms to Boone’s chest, the warmth of his skin bleeding through his shirt. When he reached his shoulders, he pushed off his jacket, letting it pool on the floor at their feet. 

“Payton-” he warned. 

Boone’s heart skipped as Payton leaned into him, his cock throbbing as he heard the snick of the lock falling into place. That done, Payton stood on his tiptoes to press his lips against Boone’s ear. “A locked door is better than getting caught with your dick in a student’s throat. No?” 

Boone’s breath left in a rush through his nose as Payton cupped his cheek, making eye contact as he kissed his jaw, his chin, the skin just beneath. Boone just…let him. He seemed in no hurry, running his nose along Boone’s throat, pressing his mouth to the skin just behind his ear. 

Boone kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, for Payton’s lips to find his, for a spark to ignite into something wild and violent, so it could sputter out just as quickly. But he should have known better. But when Payton’s lips found his, they were soft and searching. Boone let him take that too, opening his mouth so easily, bending to the will of someone barely old enough to drink. 

Payton’s tongue slipped inside, coaxing Boone into a deeper kiss, something a little raw, a little desperate, his arms winding around his neck, drawing him in. Each time they pulled away, something dragged them right back together, each kiss slowly building until they were clutching at each. 

Boone was losing this fight, drowning in the want growing in his core. He’d never felt so greedy for someone before. No matter how much Payton gave, it wasn’t enough. Boone was all take, take, take. His skin was scalding, the scent of Payton making him crazy. Was this really happening or was he in bed dreaming? 

This was too much. It was too real, too overwhelming. Like he was losing himself to this boy. Payton already had so much power over his thoughts, now he was taking his body. He gripped the boy’s hips, spinning them, slamming Payton up against the door, gripping his face and feeding on his lips hungrily. Boone’s cock drooled as Payton spread his legs, dragging Boone to step between them, moaning into his mouth as his cock met Boone’s thigh. 

The tiny sliver of rationality he’d clung to thus far fell away in an instant. Payton gripped his face, still controlling the kiss. Only this time it was exactly as Boone pictured, wet, hungry, desperate. Payton biting at his lips, sucking on his tongue. Giving him the brutality he’d all but demanded. 

Payton kissed him like he was ravenous, like he was the air he breathed. The wet sounds of their lips parting again and again had pleasure licking at his insides. All this just from kissing. It was crazy. Boone had never wanted anyone like he did Payton. 

Hands pressed against Boone’s chest, fingers digging into the muscles there. It took longer than it should for Boone to realize he was shoving him away. He stumbled back, an apology dying on his lips as Payton fell to his knees, flicking his gaze upward. 

Boone was leaking like this was his first time. Payton was so perfect like this, staring up at Boone with wide eyes and messy hair, generous mouth swollen and spit-slick. He was like something out of a porn movie. Student and professor. Boone’s own personal fantasy brought to life. 

“Payton…” 

“If you don’t want my mouth on you, just say red,” Payton said. “It’s the only way I’m stopping.” 

They stared each other down, Boone’s ragged breaths loud in the otherwise quiet room. When it was clear, Boone wouldn’t protest further, Payton worked his belt open, the clink gunshot loud in his guilt-ridden mind. He made short work of freeing Boone from his pants, tipping forward to mouth at the outline of his cock through his underwear. 

How long had it been since Boone had been with anyone? A year? Fuck, maybe more. He was probably going to come in six seconds and embarrass himself. Payton moaned low, nuzzling his nose against him, pressing his tongue through his head through the fabric. 

“Christ,” Boone managed. 

Payton hooked his thumbs in his underwear, dragging them down to mid-thigh, another needy sound escaping as he took in Boone’s cock. “Fuck, you really are…proportionate.” 

“Payton…” 

Payton gave him a pissy look, then pinched his thigh until he hissed. “If you can’t say my name nicely, I’m going to ban you from saying it at all.” 

Boone stared at him in disbelief, but he only grew wetter. Payton noticed immediately, looking Boone in the eye as he gripped the base of his cock, then leaned forward to suck on the tip giving another satisfied moan. 

“Fuck me…” Boone whispered, eyelids fluttering at the feel of Payton's soft, wet tongue digging into his slit. 

“We’ll get there,” Payton taunted, pulling his hand free to spit in his palm, before wrapping it back around his thick cock and jerking Boone slowly. “Don’t think I won’t make you bend me over every piece of furniture in this office before I graduate.” 

Before Boone could formulate any coherent response, Payton swallowed him down, lips stretching lewdly around him. Boone’s hands moved to Payton’s head instinctively, fingers tangling tight enough to make him whine, sending little pulses of electricity up Boone’s spine. 

He fell forward, his hand landing heavy on the door behind Payton, needing something to ground himself, afraid his knees might buckle. The motion forced his cock deeper, causing him to choke wetly. Boone opened his mouth to apologize, but Payton placed his hand on top of Boone’s where it tangled in his hair. It took longer than it should have for Boone’s lust addled brain to figure out that Payton wanted him to use him, to just fuck his throat. 

“I don’t think…” 

Payton pulled off of him with a wet pop. “Don’t think. Just do. Are you afraid your monster cock is going to hurt me or something?” he taunted. 

Boone rolled his eyes. He was, a little, yeah. Payton was right. Boone was…proportional. Not ‘monster cock’ size as Payton implied, but definitely longer and thicker than the average human’s throat could accommodate comfortably. 

“Oh, my God. You really are worried. That’s so cute,” Payton said, sounding genuinely delighted by this turn of events. His lips spread into a devious smile. “Come on, Daddy. I’ve been making your life a living hell for months. Now’s your chance to teach me a lesson.” That smile became an exaggerated pout, tone simpering, “Punish me. I’ve been bad.” 

Boone rolled his eyes, but gripped the base of his cock, feeding it back between Payton’s lips, biting off another pathetic sound as he watched his lips stretch taut around him. Payton wasted no time, sucking with every pull of his lips, raising goosebumps on Boone’s arms. The sound was obscene, but it felt so fucking good. Anyone walking too closely to Boone’s door would know exactly what they were up to in there. 

That should have killed his boner, but somehow it only spurred him on. He gripped Payton’s hair tight, holding him still as he started to fuck his mouth, working himself deeper with each roll of his hips. He bit his bottom lip, willing himself not to blow his load in two minutes. 

Payton’s hands curled around his ass, nails digging into his flesh, attempting to pull him even closer. 

“Look at me,” Boone managed, voice like sandpaper. Payton’s gaze flicked to his, his hand sliding down to palm at his own cock over his pants. “No touching,” Boone snapped. He wanted to be the one to make Payton come. 

Payton’s eyes went wide, his shock evident, but he obediently removed it, this time placing it on Boone’s thigh. 

Just the sight of Payton had him hurtling towards his orgasm. “Fuck, I’m not going to last.” 

Payton whined around him, his look so vulnerable and needy Boone almost came right there on the spot. 

He fucked into Payton’s throat harder and faster, groaning each time he choked and the muscles contracting around his cock squeezing perfectly. Tears formed in Payton’s eyes, spilling free, tracking mascara and liner down his cheeks. It shouldn’t have been so hot, but it was. Payton Skinner, psychopath and mass murderer, on his knees for Boone, getting his throat fucked raw, tears and snot running down his pretty face. 

“I’m gonna cum,” he warned, attempting to pull back. 

Payton made a noise of protest, gripping Boone’s ass tighter, holding him where he was. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. His thrusts grew sloppy, that coil tightening tighter and tighter inside him. He heard Payton gagging, could see the saliva pouring from the corners of his mouth, as he let Boone use him. He wanted to stop, but he couldn’t. He was too close. 

Payton dug his nails in, dragging them down his flesh hard enough to draw blood, moaning like a whore around Boone’s cock. That was all it took, his pleasure slammed into him like a freight train, practically taking his knees out from under him as he spilled onto Payton’s tongue. 

He continued to suck, then pulled off, licking him clean, until Boone winced from oversensitivity. When he looked down at Payton, the boy opened his mouth cheekily showing him his cum before swallowing exaggeratedly. 

Boone dragged him to his feet once more, shoving him back against the door where they started, capturing his mouth in a soul-searing kiss, sucking the taste of himself from Payton’s tongue. He could feel how hard the boy was, but when he went to unbuckle his belt, Payton slapped his hand away. 

“Uh-uh. No time for that. I have to go to class.” 

Boone blinked at him. “But…you’re going…like that?” he stared pointedly at the boy’s erection. 

Payton ignored Boone’s question, tucking him back into his underwear and zipping his pants, helping him fix his clothing, before attempting to fix his own. 

“This was about you,” Payton said. “You’ve had a rough week.” 

That was the understatement of the year. “But I want-” 

Payton cut him off with a smack on the lips. “You can make it up to me tonight.” 

Boone frowned. “Tonight?” 

Payton nodded. “Your room. After dinner. We can shower together.” 

Boone’s head was spinning. “I’m not sure-” 

Payton cut him off again. “Silly Daddy. You don’t get to make decisions anymore. We tried that. We’re doing things my way from now on.” 

“Your way?” Boone echoed. 

“Mm,” Payton said cryptically. 

“What exactly is your way?” 

Payton rose up on tiptoe to kiss Boone once more, gently this time. “Don’t worry. My tight little ass is all yours. Just cause I’m in charge doesn’t mean I don’t want you to rail me.” 

Rail him?

“Rail…” 

Payton rolled his eyes. “Stop repeating everything I say.” 

Boone snapped his mouth shut. 

“I’ve been really patient with you, but honestly, for someone who spent twenty years as an assassin and a spy, you’re kind of a mess. You need someone to take care of you. Someone who tells you what to do and when. I was born for that job.” 

Boone stared at him, mind reeling before he thought to say, “You think I’ll just let you take over my life?” 

His lack of conviction was embarrassing. 

Payton met his gaze. “Yes. In fact, I bet in a couple hours you’ll be jerking off just thinking about it.” 

Boone snorted. “That’s not gonna ha-” 

Payton waved a hand, silencing him. “When you do—jerk off, I mean—take a video and send it to me.” 

“No fucking way.” 

Payton slapped his cheek just hard enough to make a sound. “That wasn’t a request, Daddy.”He smoothed his hand down his shirt. “How do I look?” Boone opened his mouth to answer, but Payton put a finger over his lips. “That was a rhetorical question. I always look good.” 

With that he was gone, leaving Boone standing there feeling like a tornado had just picked him up and thrown him into an alternate universe, a universe where Payton Skinner had taken control of Boone’s life. 

What the hell had he just done?