[BL] Obsessed with Him, Surrendered to His Voice

Chapter 127: Chapter 127: I’m Ready Whenever You Are

~Third- POV~

Reynold picked up his fork, but before taking a bite, he paused and tilted his head, curiosity returning to his eyes. ”Or... is there someone else you have in mind?”

Frederick’s expression softened. He shook his head gently as he looked at Reynold. ”Sweetheart, eat your food.”

Reynold smiled and took a bite. The moment passed, and the conversation returned to its usual playful ease.

A moment later, Frederick picked up a piece of tender grilled salmon with his fork and held it out to Reynold. Reynold happily accepted the bite, his eyes crinkling as he chewed.

Not wanting to be left out, Reynold cut a small piece of roasted vegetable from his plate and offered it to Frederick in return.

Frederick accepted it directly from Reynold’s fork, his gaze lingering on his face. For a moment, neither of them said anything. They simply continued feeding each other between bites, enjoying the quiet comfort of being together in the heart of Paris.

Once they finished their meal, they moved back into the bedroom. Frederick walked over to the grand walk-in closet, bringing out two sets of high-fashion outfits. He laid them across the bed, organizing their wardrobe for the day—one casual yet elegant style for exploring the city during the afternoon, and a second, bespoke set of evening wear for late tonight when they were scheduled to head out.

As Frederick carefully arranged the clothing, Reynold stood by the edge of the bed, his eyes tracking every one of Frederick’s movements. A deep, persistent urge began building inside him. He suddenly wanted Frederick on top of him. He wanted to feel those large, heavy hands on his body, but Frederick’s focus seemed entirely consumed by their schedule.

Frederick turned to him with a smooth smile. ”Babe, how about we get dressed and go out to explore the city? We can spend the afternoon sightseeing and come back later to freshen up and change before heading to my friend’s place.”

Reynold stepped closer, his voice dropping into a soft, inviting purr. ”No, Daddy... why don’t we just stay inside, relax, and have s—”

Before the word could leave his lips, Frederick quickly cut in, holding up a sleek designer jacket. ”Look at this jacket, sweetheart. This outfit is going to look so incredible on you.”

Reynold pouted, taking another step forward. ”Daddy, we haven’t touched each other all—”

”Did I tell you about the dinner reservation for tomorrow night?” Frederick interjected smoothly, steering the conversation away as he adjusted a pair of trousers on the bed. ”I booked a private terrace right near the river.”

Reynold tried to bring up their intimate conversation again, but Frederick kept finding ways to change the subject before he could get a word in.

Determined not to give up so easily, Reynold took a bold approach. He glided over to where Frederick was standing by the mirror. Leaning forward slightly, Reynold slowly slid his hotel bathrobe off his shoulders, letting the soft fabric fall open to expose his chest and slender waist. He reached out, his fingers trailing down the center of Frederick’s chest, leaning up to bite his lower lip seductively.

”Daddy...” Reynold whispered against his neck, grinding his hips gently against Frederick’s side. ”Don’t you want me?”

Frederick paused for a second, a flicker of dark desire flaring in his eyes, but he quickly reined it in. He reached out, casually pulling the bathrobe back up over Reynold’s shoulders and patting his cheek, acting completely oblivious to the temptation.

”You’re going to catch a cold standing around like that, baby,” Frederick said with a light chuckle, turning back toward the closet. ”Let’s stick to the plan.”

Reynold let out an annoyed huff. Realizing Frederick was stubbornly refusing to take the bait, he finally gave up.

”I’m not going anywhere. I’d rather stay here until it’s time to leave for your friend’s place,” he muttered.

He then threw himself onto the large bed, turned his back to Frederick, and fell silent. He refused to say another word to him for the rest of the afternoon.

By the time evening arrived, it was time to get ready for their night out.

They headed into the marble bathroom to shower. Even beneath the warm cascade of water, Reynold made one last attempt to get closer to Frederick. He stepped into Frederick’s embrace and wrapped his wet arms around his waist, but Frederick merely kissed his forehead before gently creating some distance between them, using the excuse of washing Reynold’s hair.

Reynold let out a long, dramatic sigh, finally giving up.

After their shower, they completed their skincare routines and got dressed. Reynold slipped into the elegant brown pinstripe suit Frederick had chosen for him, its fitted jacket left open at the chest, revealing his bare skin beneath. The wide-leg trousers complemented his slim figure, while his neatly styled blond hair completed his effortlessly handsome look.

Frederick wore his signature white double-breasted suit, paired with a crisp white shirt, an elegant decorative chain, and matching white shoes. The immaculate fit accentuated his broad shoulders and muscular frame, making him look every bit the powerful, sophisticated billionaire he was.

Once they were ready, Frederick picked up his signature cologne and lightly sprayed himself and Reynold, leaving them both smelling of the same rich, luxurious fragrance. He then took out his phone, drew Reynold close, and snapped a few pictures of them together in front of the full-length mirror.

Despite his lingering frustration over being denied affection all day, Reynold couldn’t resist leaning into Frederick’s side for the pictures. Together, they looked remarkably handsome and elegant, though Reynold’s pout had yet to disappear completely.

Finally, they left the hotel suite and took the private elevator down to the secluded courtyard. The evening sun was setting over Paris, painting the sky in shades of gold, violet, and deep orange.

Their two-car luxury convoy was already waiting in the courtyard, with security guards standing at attention. The lead driver stepped forward and opened the rear door of the black luxurious car.

Frederick held the top of the doorframe as Reynold slid into the plush leather backseat first. He then climbed in beside him. Once the door was closed, the driver returned to his seat, and the convoy smoothly rolled through the courtyard gates and into the Parisian evening.

Inside the quiet backseat, Reynold sat with his arms crossed over his chest, looking out the window at the glowing streetlights. His lower lip was slightly pouted, clearly unhappy and sulking because his man had stubbornly refused to touch him all day, completely unaware of the grand, romantic reason behind Frederick’s incredible self-control.

Frederick glanced at him several times, waiting for him to break his silence. When their eyes finally met, Reynold let out a soft huff and immediately turned back toward the window.

Frederick chuckled under his breath. ”Sweetheart, come closer.”

Reynold didn’t move an inch. Instead, he remained stubbornly pressed against the car door, determined not to make things easy for him.

Seeing his little pet’s defiance, Frederick reached for the control on the armrest and pressed a button. The tinted privacy partition between the front and rear cabins rose smoothly, shielding them from the driver’s view and blocking out the sounds from the front.

With their privacy secured, Frederick turned toward Reynold and, in one swift movement, slipped an arm around his waist and pulled him onto his lap.

Reynold gasped in surprise, his hands flying to Frederick’s broad shoulders for balance as he settled astride his lap, facing him.

Frederick looked up at him, his eyes filled with love. His hands settled on Reynold’s hips. ”Are you mad at me, baby?” he asked.

”You refused to touch me all day,” Reynold muttered, glaring down at him with a mixture of genuine frustration and wounded vulnerability. ”You kept pushing me away.”

”Is that what’s bothering my little angel?” Frederick murmured husky against his ear. Reaching up, his fingers casually unbuttoned the top two buttons of Reynold’s tailored suit jacket, parting the brown fabric. ”Baby, we still have the whole night ahead of us.”

Reynold opened his mouth to reply, but before a single word could escape his lips, Frederick leaned down, his warm tongue landing directly on Reynold’s bare nipple through the parted fabric. He swiped over the sensitive peak a few times, eliciting a sudden, breathless gasp from Reynold.

”Ah... huh, Daddy...” He whimpered, his fingers tightening in Frederick’s hair as a shiver ran down his spine.

Frederick took the sensitive peak deeper into his warm mouth, sucking gently and sending waves of heat through Reynold’s body. Desperate for more, Reynold instinctively reached for the zipper of Frederick’s trousers, trying to pull it down.

Frederick caught Reynold’s wrist in a firm, gentle grip, stopping his hand before he could open his trousers. He pulled his mouth away, his breath hot against Reynold’s flushed skin. ”Be patient, sweetheart. We have all night for this.”

”I want you now, Daddy,” Reynold whispered, his eyes wide and full of needy devotion.

”I want you too, my love,” Frederick murmured, his voice thick with raw desire. ”More than you know.”

The car slowed to a smooth stop. A moment later, the driver’s voice came through the privacy partition. ”We’ve arrived, sir.”

Frederick looked up into Reynold’s flushed face, a handsome, secretive smile touching his lips. He leaned up, capturing Reynold’s lips in a slow, lingering kiss that tasted of deep promise.

”I will do everything you want tonight,” Frederick whispered against his mouth, his thumb stroking Reynold’s hot cheek. ”Just be patient for a little longer, okay?”

Reynold swallowed lightly, nodding obediently. ”Okay...”

”Kiss me,” Frederick murmured.

Reynold leaned down without hesitation, pressing his lips against Frederick’s, deepening the kiss until both of their breaths were ragged.

When they finally parted, Frederick gently smoothed down Reynold’s hair and said, ”We are at my house, sweetheart.”

Reynold blinked in confusion, shifting back onto the seat beside him. ”Your house? Aren’t we supposed to be going to your friend’s place?”

Instead of answering, Frederick rebuttoned Reynold’s jacket, straightened his collar, and smoothed the fabric until he looked immaculate again. Satisfied, he gently helped Reynold off his lap and settled him beside him on the leather seat.

Frederick then tapped twice on the rear window, signaling his security detail.

The door opened from outside, allowing the cool night air to drift into the car. Frederick stepped out first, his tall, commanding figure standing beneath the grand archway. He turned and extended a hand toward Reynold.

Reynold took it, allowing Frederick to help him out onto the cobblestone driveway. As he straightened, his gaze lifted to the magnificent mansion before them, its grand fa?ade softly illuminated against the night sky.

He stared at the breathtaking sight, still trying to understand why Frederick had brought him here instead of to his supposed friend’s house.