His grin broadened.  Brandon didn't seem to get it.  Calling him daddy was all fine, but he wouldn't just get his way.<br/><br/>The man narrowed his eyes as the boy begged, and the hand on Brandon's head grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled his head back firmly.  Derrik moved in close to the boy's ear, whimpers escaping his mouth at the sudden roughness.  "That didn't sound like a 'yes, daddy' to me."  He said, his voice a deep but firm monotone.<br/><br/>"I'll fuck your rich boy pussy when I'm good and ready.  Until then, you just stand there and be a good boy."  He growled out before grinding against the boy harder.  More whimpers came in answer to his words and actions until the man backed off.<br/><br/>"This is only the beginning, boy.  I'll have your ass wrapped around my cock soon enough...but not yet..."  He said, rubbing his hard cock through his jeans a bit.<br/><br/>"Until then...I'll leave you be.  Remember this though.  You might gain a bit of insight into yourself.  I imagine you'll go and release a bit of pressure though..."  He said before chuckling.  "Figures.  Pretty rich boy needs to get off."<br/><br/>Derrik turned and walked to the door.  "You dance pretty well.  I can't wait to see you when the club actually opens."  He said over his shoulder before opening the door and leaving Brandon on his own.