by J. M. Dabney
"I knew you didn't see me like I wanted, but that didn't matter to me." I drew my hands from where I'd rested them on his shoulders, then down his chest and to his hips. He arched into my touch, and I was sure he didn't realize he was doing it. He was so starved to be loved on that he was responsive to whatever I gave him. "Your misery grew over the years, and all I wanted was to make things lighter, to see you smile. I succeeded in a way."
"Did you leave because of me?"
"Yeah. Dad knew and semi-understood. I was eighteen and a legal adult, and yet, you were still married. But, fuck, how I wanted to own you. I used to dream you wanted me too and that we had to sneak around to be together. My teenage brain created this whole fantasy life, and in the end, you left him for me."
"That's like weirdly cute."
I chuckled as he tried but failed to hide his smile. Almost like I'd be mad if he was amused at my expense. "It wasn't cute when I was pounding you into my mattress every night." I leaned forward until I could place my lips against his ear. "And then I learned your secret," I whispered.
He draped his arms over my shoulders, and his breath warmed the side of my neck.
"Since I did, every jerk-off session has ended with you whimpering Daddy in my ear. I learned everything to make sure your needs were always met. I want nothing more than to be your Daddy. Go on a date with me, boy."
"Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy. Do you want to play before we have dinner?”
“Play?”
I eased him off my lap and laid his bear in front of the TV. “I want you to play with your new bear. Strip down to your underwear.”
He awkwardly did as I ordered. I returned to my seat on the couch. I was pretending to casually observe him as I turned on the television and looked for something to watch—more for background noise. The teddy bear was extra-large and fluffy. He straddled it and rested his full weight on it. When he hugged its neck, I thought he was just settling in to have a moment to think over what we’d spoken about, but then I noticed the small movements of his hips. I could barely tell he was humping his new stuffy. His whimpers were muffled by it. I adjusted my cock as I settled in to watch him, take note of how he moved, and I tried to relax my shoulders.
It was harder to resist him than I initially thought. He kept riding the stuffed animal until I saw him stop moving. I smiled at his soft snores. My boy was exhausted. I’d let him have his nap but not a long one, or he wouldn’t want to be put to bed later. I wanted my boy to feel secure with me, and hopefully, a comfort item would help him. After our date was soon enough to take it to the next phase of claiming ownership of him.
7
Devon
I was a nervous wreck as I prepared for my date with Bern—my first since my late teens. I'd taken extra time in the shower to get ready for the night. The clothes I chose were safe, navy slacks and a blue button-down shirt that everyone complimented me on when I wore the color. The dress shoes were the ones I sported for business meetings. I agonized over whether to wear a tie or not.
He wouldn't tell me where he was taking me or anything we'd do. Every time I'd asked the last few days, he kissed me and told me to be patient. I smiled to myself and caught the sight of it in the mirror. The harshness of my features from the last few years had faded as if they'd never existed. He popped over at odd times during the day just to kiss me, smirk and walk away. It was as if I was constantly on edge, but not in a bad way.
He called me every night just to tell me goodnight and that he'd missed me, no matter if he'd seen me ten minutes earlier or not. To be honest, I was still overwhelmed by all of it. I'd grown used to Lawrence's disinterest in me. Accepted it was my fate until death do us part.
Bern didn't make me feel as if I was going through the typical mid-life crisis of wanting a younger man. He was very much the dominant one, and I was loving the beginning stages of embracing my submissiveness. The freedom was exhilarating. He'd even ordered me to place my new toy box on the couch for when we got home, and I was so nervous about what he was going to do with me.
The doorbell rang, and I didn't want to keep him waiting. I grabbed my jacket from the foot of my bed and paused as I wondered if he'd share the bed with me again. The night I’d returned home, we'd talked about ourselves. I got to know the man Bern was now, and I loved what I heard. He’d given me a comfort item. I’d felt naughty as I’d humped my teddy while I pretended to watch whatever show he’d put on. I’d been so relaxed I’d fallen asleep on it.
But the best part was he'd carried me upstairs after he'd fed me, drew me a bath, and washed me. Afterward, he'd tucked me into bed and curled up beside me. It was the first time I'd cuddled with a man all night. I’d loathed the feel of his clothes against my bare skin, and when I pouted, trying to get him to strip down, he’d denied me. Told me to be a good boy and he’d make sure I received a reward.
The sound of him ringing again made me run downstairs pulling on my jacket. I rushed to the door and opened it, freezing as I looked up at him. He was dressed similar to me. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone to show off the thick hair on his chest. I knew exactly what it felt like when I nuzzled into his chest as I woke up.
He stepped inside, grabbing my face and tipping my head back with his thumbs beneath my chin. He captured my lips with his and kissed me gently until I was lifting onto my toes to get closer. “You look gorgeous.”
I wanted to protest his compliment but knew he'd be upset with me, and I didn't want that. I wanted my Daddy to be proud of me as his boy. “Thank you. You look very handsome.”
“Glad you think so. You ready to go?”
I hated when he let me go but tried to hide it. I collected my keys and wallet and smiled up at him as I realized he kept close to me. Never more than several inches away.
“What made you smile, so I make sure I do it again?”
My smile widened, and my cheeks started to hurt. I'd been skeptical about Bern’s interest after the phone sex incident and thought he was just having fun at my expense. Since I'd returned home, he'd proven that wasn't the case. Yet, I still didn't want to hope too much and get crushed in the end.
"You're never out of touching range."
"I'd have you in my arms right now, but I promised myself I was going to do this right."
I didn't know how to respond because again it was all so much. He took my keys, nudged me outside, and locked the door behind us. He did all the things that made the start of a date perfect or at least what I thought how a date should begin. I loved the gentleman routine, but only because it was genuine. He performed the actions not as a practiced act but as something he naturally did. And I had to admit that I liked when he opened the door for me. Buckled my seat belt to ensure I was safe. Gave me quick kisses between each step.
Maybe there was something wrong with my obsession with someone taking care of me. Perhaps obsession wasn't the right word. I'd dreamed of it so long that I wanted it to continue. I didn't feel weaker when he took care of me. I felt cherished and wanted, as if he truly believed that I was the one he always sought.
"How was the job interview?" I asked as he started his vehicle and backed out of my driveway.
"Good, I knew I'd get it. All the guys are pretty tight, so it was just kinda a formality. Five guys own the company. I only know a few of them from high school."
"Excited?"
"It’ll be nice to have something to keep me busy. What about you? Did you send the final design to your client?"
"Yes, but I'm waiting for the notes of death on it. He hasn't been happy with any of them. Part of me thinks he just doesn't like me working on his project."
"I'm sure that's not true, but if it is, then he's an asshole."
"He is, and you can tell the bias by the way he treats everyone else." I didn't want to talk about the biggest problem with my job. "This is our first date…I don't want to talk about work. So where are you taking me?"
"And I think I’ve said before it was a su
rprise."
When he glanced at me, I pouted and batted my lashes.
"As cute as you are, you're going to learn patience."
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.
"You're going to get a spanking when we get home."
The warning in his voice was all promise, and my body responded to it. I don't know why I felt more like myself since he returned. Maybe more the person I was supposed to be, yet I was still unsure if it would last. I hated thinking Bern was just having fun with me. The part of my brain that I'd tried to turn off was formulating what a life with Bern would be like. Coming home after a shitty day to curl up on his lap. Having him cuddle me at night. Brutally fuck me as he claimed me as his boy.
It was so odd to relax with a sense of contentment at the possibilities. We pulled into a parking lot, and only a few vehicles littered the space. He made no move to get out, and I turned my head to find him watching me. I gasped as his strong hand gripped my thigh and tucked his thick fingers between my legs. Every muscle tensed as he forced my legs apart with a jerk, and he was rubbing my dick through my slacks.
As he worked my length, he leaned over the console, and his free hand cupped my face. He placed his lips against mine. "After our date, Daddy wants to take his boy home to play with him. Do you want that?"
I could only hum a yes as I rode the cup of his palm. Last night, while we'd kissed and made out before he’d gone home to his own bed, he hadn't touched me like this. The sun hadn't gone down completely, so I was nervous someone would see, but he didn't seem to have the same reservations.
"Does my boy like when Daddy touches him?"
"Yes. But I shouldn't."
I couldn't stop myself from humping into his hand and gripping his wrist with both hands.
I slammed my eyes closed as I tried to calm down, forcing my hips to still. His breath fanned the side of my neck, and his lips barely brushed my skin.
"Why shouldn't you enjoy when your Daddy touches you? Why do you want to deny yourself the one thing you've always desired?"
He placed the softest kisses to my pulse, and that sent an arc of pleasure through me that even his hand massaging my cock couldn't produce. I loved it when he touched me. He did it all the time, and I felt wanted—desired. I raised my arm to stroke his bearded cheek and moaned as his hand left my crotch to grip the side of my neck, and he bit my throat.
"Answer me, boy."
"I'm scared that this is just a dream and I'll wake up. Embarrassed when I try to look at the real you."
"Baby boy, this is real. Less than a week and I'm already addicted to touching you…kissing you. The sexy way you whimper Daddy all needy. You want your Daddy's cock. Want Daddy to hurt you when he fucks you so you feel owned."
"Daddy."
His grip on me became painful as he found my mouth and kissed me—hard. Pushing my head back into the headrest under the punishing pressure and just as I was ready to beg him to take me home, he left me wanting.
"Behave while we have dinner, and I will give you everything you need when we get home."
We made our way inside, and I was in a haze, my face flamed as he pulled out my chair. I loved the gentlemanly actions. It was perfectly natural and felt effortless, not as if he were acting. Insecurity hit me for a moment when the server came to the table. Lean and perfect, the interest in his pretty green eyes apparent. But when I glanced at Bern, I found him staring right at me—his sexy smirk made promises I was sure he was going to keep.
"What did you want, baby?"
I stuttered out my drink order as he winked at me, and then ordered a soda.
When the server left the table, I smiled at him. "You could've had a drink."
"No, you enjoy yourself. I have to make sure you get home safely."
I knew my expression looked silly as hell, but he just made me smile.
"It's all overwhelming."
"What is?" He slid his hand across the table to lace his fingers with mine.
"You."
"I don't see a reason to hide my feelings for you. You'll just have to get used to it."
"Lawrence didn't touch me in public or let people know we were together. He'd stopped inviting me to work events so he didn't have to introduce his husband."
"His loss because I want to do nothing more than show you off. Everyone will know you're mine."
Mine. That word played on repeat in my brain throughout dinner and conversation. My nerves increased as the full extent of what the night meant. I'd only been with one person in my life, and over the years, he'd found me lacking. What would Bern think? Would he find me lacking for my lack of experience? I’d always believed that the man I fell in love with would be the last. And I was finally beginning to look forward to starting over with Bern. He embraced all the parts of me that I’d torn myself down about and his desires matched mine. He wanted nothing more than to be my Daddy and take care of me as his boy. My insecurities in the face of the newness were riding me hard, and as much as I tried to push them to the back of my mind, I was trapped in the old cycle of the neglected and unwanted husband. I wanted my Daddy to keep me, and he promised me that he wanted nothing other than to be with me. He’d waited years for me and was going nowhere. And I hope he held on tight because I needed his strength and care. I’d existed a lifetime for it.
8
Bern
Through dinner and the ride home, all I could think about was taking my boy in hand. I knew no one had treated him the way he deserved, and I needed to make sure he knew that I wanted him in every way. And that meant in my life and bed. As much as it pained me that he wasn't all the way convinced what was happening between us was real, I had all the time to prove it to him.
The fact he still bore some shame from his desire to be a Daddy's boy was going to make this an uphill battle, but I hadn't waited as many years as I had to give up. I had decades of damage to erase from Lawrence’s actions. When Dad had gone to the party the bastard invited him to, he bragged about all the good things he had in life now that he was single. Dad had told me he’d made his excuses and left early because he couldn’t take the attitude of his former friend. The utter disrespect for Devon was clear in the way the bastard had spoken about his ex-husband. Dad had barely talked me out of making a visit to his new house.
But tonight wasn’t about Lawrence—it was about showing Devon he was mine.
We stepped up onto his porch, and I took the keys from his hand as I pressed fully to his back. I loved how he gripped my thighs as if to ground himself. I longed to be the one he came to for his comfort. I unlocked the door, opened it, and used my body to nudge him inside.
"Turn around," I ordered as I slowly closed the door until the lock clicked. "Take three steps backward." Again, he obeyed and my already thickening cock hardened further. I didn't think to hide it as I adjusted myself into a more comfortable position. With my total focus on him, I tossed his keys and the contents of my own pockets into the bowl beside the door. I removed my jacket slowly and hung it up, I felt his gaze on me and unbuttoned my cuffs and rolled them over my forearms. Turning my head slightly, I waited until he looked at me.
“Strip.”
“What?”
I stood my ground. “We’re going to establish some rules over the course of tonight, and one of those is, you will always be naked when Daddy is around. Now, I won’t punish you this first time, but you will follow my rules from here forward.”
His face turned the brightest red. While I'd stripped and bathed him already, being nude with me was still new, but it was better to take care of ridding him of his insecurities from minute one. He was trembling so badly I had to wait long moments for him to unbutton his shirt and the cuffs. He exposed pale, flawless skin as he removed it. He had the cutest little belly. As he dropped the first item of clothing, he moved onto his pants and paused.
“Boy, Daddy likes what he sees. Continue.” He cast me a shy glance, and after what seemed like forever, he stood bare in front of me. �
��Go bend over the back of the couch, spread your cheeks for me.”
He was barely holding himself together, and I wasn’t far behind. My dream come true was here, and if I touched him right now, I’d fuck him. Despite our phone sex experience, I knew he might not be ready to move to sex yet. Yet, I wanted to play with him anyway.
I rumbled deep in my chest as he positioned himself just as I ordered. His hole exposed for me. I wanted to eat my boy's ass until he was begging and whimpering, grinding on my tongue. The urge was strong, but I ignored it.
I approached and stopped behind him. “It's time Daddy lets you play with your new toys.” I opened the box of prepared toys and lube. I picked up the plug. It was big enough to make my boy feel full and stretched, but he'd still feel the burn of my cock sinking into him for the first time. But I needed to remember that tonight wasn't about me. I slicked it, then rested my left hand on the small of his back.
He arched as just the tapered tip entered him. “Does my boy like his ass fucked?”
“Yes, Daddy.” His voice broke over my title.
I steadily pushed the toy inside, watching the way his rim gripped the surface and he shook so forcefully I had to hold him down. His skin became slick with sweat. He pulled his cheeks farther apart as his ass closed around the thickest point, and it sunk all the way in. I placed my hand under him to spread over his chest and helped him straighten. His pretty pink cock was hard and begging for his Daddy's attention.
“Are you going to thank Daddy for your present?”
I saw his indecision, but then he lifted onto his toes and kissed my cheek.
“Don't you want to give Daddy a big boy kiss?”
He nodded and gave me a shy glance from under his long lashes. His hands spreading over my chest was heaven and hell, but the almost innocent kiss came close to my undoing. His tongue tentatively teased the seam of my lips, and I captured his mouth with a savage need to possess him. He was rubbing his cock against my thigh, and I popped his ass cheek in a warning.