by M. A. Innes
I bit back a groan.
I wasn’t sure if this was his idea of helping or if he was just fighting dirty, but I found myself nodding as he continued driving me crazy. “You’d suck on the binkie and think about how your Daddy would hold you. I bet your fantasy Daddy did wicked things to you as you moaned and sucked.”
Evil.
I had a wicked, evil Daddy.
Well, the naughty side who was kind of like his Master side was wicked and evil. But it was so tempting. As I stared at his fingers and the binkie, I felt my cock thickening.
Traitor.
I wasn’t so self-deluded that I didn’t realize how much I wanted it, but I could still feel the angry words ringing in my head.
Daddy’s arm tightened around me until it was almost painful, but it brought me back to the moment. “No, you’re going to stay right here with me. You’re talking to your Daddy and there’s no one here but the two of us. We get to decide what we do and how we explore our sex life. No one else gets a say.”
I let out a breathy chuckle. “Logically, I’m not sure anyone else would care.”
He scoffed. “You’re hot enough I’m positive any number of men would love to have a say in what you did.”
I let out a giggle. “You’re crazy.”
“Oh no, I hit the jackpot on submissives. You’re sweet and sexy and so responsive I just want to play with you all the time. I bet if we went to a club every eye would be on you.” His words were teasing but heated, and they had crazy images running through my head.
We needed to get his eyes checked, but his fantasies were fun.
As his hold relaxed, his free hand started stroking over my back in slow touches that sent warm tingles running through me. He must’ve realized how he was affecting me because his dirty teasing continued. “I bet you’d lie in your room watching the wicked boys getting spanked and used while you sucked your binkie and played with your cock.”
His imagination was very accurate…so accurate it made me hard and I found myself turning the binkie over in his hand, just watching it.
“The other day when I first mentioned getting you a binkie, you were thinking about how turned on you’d get. That’s why you went so quiet and started to squirm. You weren’t nervous about trying it. You were worried I’d see what a wicked boy you are.” His low, rough tone said he didn’t mind my wicked ways.
The thick cock pushing against me gave me another hint that he didn’t mind.
“But if I’d have pushed, you’d have sucked on it for me, wouldn’t you? You’d want to please your Daddy, but then I’d have seen your erection. I’d have figured out what a dirty mind you have.” We both knew he would’ve just ignored it, but logic didn’t have anything to do with the fantasy he was weaving.
He inched the binkie closer to my lips and it made my mouth and my dick wet. “I’d have had to jerk you off because I couldn’t leave my boy hard and aching even if he was naughty.”
The binkie dipped and stroked over my lips before pulling away. Whatever reservations I’d started with flew right out the window as I leaned in and wrapped my lips around the rubber tip. Logically, I knew why it was erotic—associations and even oral fixations. I’d had a psych class in high school. But there didn’t seem to be any rationality to it as I sank back into his arms and floaty pleasure flooded through me.
Damned freaky brains.
“That’s my sweet boy.” His words were quiet and husky. I could hear how proud he was of me, but I could also hear aching desire. Daddy liked his naughty boy. His finger trailed over my cheek as I relaxed and sucked. “Slow, don’t rush. You’ve waited a long time for this.”
There were too many nerves firing at once to figure out why I’d been so dead set on staying away from it. I wasn’t sure how I could feel happy and sexy and floaty all at the same time, but I wasn’t going to question it.
There had to be something about Daddy that made it better because even watching the best porn ever, I couldn’t remember being this hard or feeling this good.
“Yes, you like sucking on things, don’t you?” From the sound of his voice, it was easy to figure out what I was going to be sucking on next, and I couldn’t wait.
He’d focused on me so far and it was time I got to return the favor…especially since sucking him off would make us both feel good.
“Let’s see how much you like your binkie.” I knew what he was going to do before his hand started slowly caressing down my chest, but all I could do was moan as he grew closer to my aching cock.
When his fingers stroked over the soft cotton of the sweatpants I was wearing and barely caressed my dick, I almost came off the couch. For a split second I felt stupid for getting turned on so quickly, but then Daddy moaned and his hand wrapped around my erection. “That’s so sexy, baby.”
His other hand softly caressed the skin around my mouth, sending even more pleasure though me. I wasn’t sure if it was just in my head or if it really felt that good, but I mentally said fuck it and just let the pleasure wash over me.
“I wonder if I could make you come just by letting you suck on your binkie.”
I wasn’t sure if that would actually work—but I could definitively tell him that he could make me come with almost no pressure on my cock as long as he was talking dirty to me.
Because we were basically at that point already.
As his hand brushed over the head of my cock, he stroked around the binkie and moaned again. Something about the combination of his pleasure and mine just did it for me and I exploded. As I sucked and shook, he shoved down my pants and finished jacking me off, keeping the pleasure going as I squirmed and whined.
It was perfect.
“Only naughty boys come without permission.” The perverse pleasure in Daddy’s tone as I collapsed back against him had a shiver going up my spine.
Okay, so it was perfect except for that.
Chapter 19
Forest
Why did people always forget the one thing they went to the store for?
“These will work for now.” It was a sad assortment of bath toys but it was all I could come up with. “When we get back to your house, we’ll find better ones.” The giggle from the bathroom counter where Joey was waiting for me had me glancing over.
He was somewhere between little and just blissfully relaxed, well on his way to being my cuddly boy. “My apartment is small.”
“Toys are small. Every little needs toys.” And cute clothes…and fun snacks…and coloring books… and movies… “We’ll figure it out.”
That got me another giggle as he shook his head and swung his feet. “You’re going to be squished in my place if you buy all that stuff.”
I shrugged as I leaned over and tested the water before pouring in bubble bath. “I’m not worried.”
“You said that right before you decided that you needed to go shopping for groceries and goodies and snowmen.” He was still grinning, but I got a skeptical look. “I’m starting to think you’re going to politely railroad me into a bigger place.”
Trying not to grin, I gave him another shrug and walked over to wrap my arms around him. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”
I’d talk him into it, not railroad him.
“Besides, I have to get a new job before I can even think about something like that.” The stingy half-bar I managed to catch if I leaned out the window didn’t give me much internet, but I’d managed to pull up a map. There were enough hospitals in a decent radius of his work to make it doable.
“I’m not going to ask you if you’re sure you want to change your plans like this, but—”
He was so sweet. “No buts.”
I leaned in and kissed his forehead. “We take things as fast or as slow as you need. But I’m not going anywhere. And so far I haven’t heard a ‘No, Daddy, this is going too fast’ from my boy.”
He smiled, chuckling quietly as he curled into me. Resting his head on my shoulder, he started stroking my chest. “I think you
’re supposed to date for a few months before you move in together.”
Still wasn’t a no. “We’ve lived together for days now. That rule has already been broken.” I slowly ran my hands along his back as I watched the tub fill in the mirror. “Besides, you’re going to need your Daddy to tuck you in at night. Who’ll give you a bubble bath if I’m not there?”
He giggled again. “You’ll get tired of being Daddy all the time.”
Who made that rule?
“I won’t be Daddy all the time. You’ll need a boyfriend to bribe to do the dishes when you decide you really don’t want to do them but it’s your turn, and you’ll need a Master when you’re feeling wicked and naughty and need to be punished. There are endless variations.”
There was no way I could ever get bored of caring for him.
I turned and kissed his head. “And really, are you forgetting how much of a control freak I am? How could I get tired of being able to take care of you?”
He might be needing reassurance, but I wanted to be honest as well. “If you need more boyfriend time and less Daddy time, I need you to tell me, though.”
That got me a little shrug, so I knew I’d hit on something. Thankfully, he didn’t make me wait. “What if I like having lots of Daddy time?”
“Then we work out a plan and see what works best for us. Some of it will depend on our schedule, but my goal isn’t to work a thousand hours a week.” Even if I had to take a lower position or shift gears away from emergency medicine, I was going to put him first.
It was time someone did.
“Who knows, you might decide to go back to school and end up so busy I have to tie you down to the bed to get attention.” The giggle that time sounded a little naughty but stopped as soon as he thought about what I’d said. Then his head popped up like a cartoon character.
“What?” Was he confused or not following the conversation?
“What about what?” I thought that would at least get a little smile out of him, but he just stared. “You have options. I’m not going to say my money will magically wave a wand over problems, but there are other things you can do if that’s what you want.”
When I got more of the same blank look, I kept going. “If you don’t have to worry about rent, you can take night classes. If you let me help more, there are even more options out there. I’m not saying you have to decide anything now. But I want you to know I’ll support whatever you choose.”
“But that’s…” He seemed to be working through it so I just waited, keeping an eye on the water. “It’s too much. I knew you’d want to pitch in on the bills. I’m not so stubborn about money I didn’t think of that, but you footing the bill for college or even to replace my half of the rent…it’s…it would be taking advantage of you.”
I cupped his cheek and kissed him gently. “Do you know what I’ve wanted more than anything else for years?”
He shook his head, watching me closely. “A boy to love and to care for. I don’t have anyone else in my life. What is a better way to spend my money…leave it to charity because there isn’t anyone else to give it to or spend it on making my boy happy? I think that’s obvious.”
“But…” His voice trailed off again.
I would’ve loved to iron it all out right then, but the water was almost done. “I want you to really think about it. When I move in, you already knew I’d carry my own weight. A fair portion of the rent and lots of toys for my boy at the very least.”
That finally got a smile out of him.
“Just promise me you’ll think about it.” When he nodded, finally looking less shocked, I gave him a peck on the forehead. “I want you to be happy. If that’s college and running your own Fortune 500 company, I’m behind you one hundred percent. If that’s being a full-time sub and staying home, that’s fine too.”
I gave him another quick peck and then headed over to the tub. Turning the water off, I went back to him. “You can’t get in the tub with clothes on. Come on.”
A smile peeked through his questioning expression. “After that behind you comment, I think you just want to see my ass.”
I laughed as I pulled his shirt over his head. “Because it’s an amazing ass. Perfect for spanking and teasing.”
Blushing, he leaned against my shoulder again, burying his face against my neck. “Am I going to get another spanking later?”
I made a low tsking sound and shook my head. “You were a naughty boy and came without permission. No orgasms or spankings for you tonight.”
He groaned but sat up, pouting cutely. He might try to wiggle his way out of that punishment, but he wouldn’t beg and risk making it even longer. “Yes, Daddy.”
Besides, he was tired and I had a long night ahead of me getting everything ready once he dozed off. Luckily, he seemed to be a sound sleeper, so I didn’t think surprising him would be a problem. It might not be the biggest Christmas ever, but it would be the best.
“Okay, take my hand and hop down.” As he followed my directions, I could see the grown-up world start to slip away from him. He was reaching for his little side. It wasn’t a surprise any longer but something he seemed to relish.
“Good boy.” That brought a smile to his face, but the arousal from earlier was nowhere to be seen. “Almost ready.”
We’d removed his socks and shoes earlier, so all that was left was his jeans and briefs. “All set.”
The bubbles were piled high and sprinkled in were odd toys from the box that’d be safe in the tub and a few of the beach toys. He was a curious mix of Joey and Joseph as he sank down in the water. Joey was smiling sweetly while digging for the toys, but Joseph still had cum around his well-loved dick.
He was definitely my Joey at this point, but until I got him cleaned up, it would be hard to push away the memories of earlier. It brought back one of his earlier concerns. How could I ever get bored of someone with so many layers? I was constantly learning little things about him, and even when I knew him inside and out, there would be times he’d still surprise me.
And if at some point there were no surprises left, I’d count myself fortunate to have loved someone long enough to know them that completely. I didn’t remember ever looking at my parents’ relationship like that, but I could still remember my grandfather talking about how much he loved my grandmother even after she’d been gone for years.
He always talked like he was going to see her that afternoon and tell her how much he loved her. That was what I’d always wanted…a love that would stand the test of time.
Looking at my boy, I knew I’d found it.
I just had to find a way to tell him.
The words felt like they were hovering between us in an almost visible cloud. We were both peeking up at it to see if the other would acknowledge it. There was no timetable on love. No chart that walked you through step by step when it was appropriate. No matter what some people would say, I knew he was the one for me.
I’d known it the first time he curled up in my lap and tucked his head against my chest.
As he dug for toys amidst the bubbles, I sat down beside the tub and reached in, finding a robot that was probably from a kids’ show I couldn’t remember. I walked the robot up his leg as he giggled. He squirmed and held up another robot that was probably from the same show or just from the same toy set. “Stop, you were banished to the far side of the moon.”
“I escaped.” It didn’t seem to matter to Joey that I was terrible at this. He just laughed and dove into the game the same way he did everything.
Including loving me, hopefully.
****
“Just a little bit of binkie time?” He looked down at me sweetly as I knelt to help him slide his briefs on. He held up his hand with his thumb and pointer finger close together. “Just a tiny bit.”
Nothing on him was that tiny.
“What did I say?” Pulling up the tight briefs, I carefully arranged his thickening cock and reached for the rest of his pajamas.
He sig
hed cutely and I got another pout. “That I was naughty because I came without permission.”
“Then do you get more binkie time?” As much as I wanted to give in, he seemed to be having fun being punished.
He shook his head. “Tomorrow?”
I probably shouldn’t, but I couldn’t punish him over Christmas.
“We’ll see.” Since he hadn’t remembered what day it was, I’d keep the surprise as long as I could. “If you’re good and go right to bed.”
Because I had wrapping to do.
He nodded eagerly and faked a yawn. But that just led to another real one which had me fighting off a smile. Standing, I pulled up his sleep pants and kissed his nose. “Hands up.”
His hands popped up lightning-fast, like he was doing his very best to show me how obedient he could be. “That’s my good boy.”
This time his headspace found that phrase wonderfully dirty and he wiggled as his erection started to show through his pants. Deciding to tease my sexy boy, I shook my head like I was very sorry and reached down to softly cup his cock. “You have to leave this alone. No playing or sucking your thumb just to make yourself happy. Do you understand?”
His moan said he understood exactly what I was saying, but I kept my possessive hold on his dick until I got the words. It came out needy and submissive and positively the sexiest thing ever…but it wasn’t going to work. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll be a good boy and leave my penis alone.”
Wicked, wicked boy.
So I had to stroke it again. “I’m glad. I wouldn’t want to have to punish you even longer. You wouldn’t like some of the ways I might have to punish you.”
That would’ve come out more like a threat and less like a dirty promise if I hadn’t sounded so turned on.
It worked in my favor, though, as he moaned again and thrust against my hand. I made a tsking sound and tapped the head of his dick just hard enough to make his eyes roll back in his head as he whimpered out his desire. “Naughty boys don’t get to do that.”
This naughty boy was getting entirely too wound up.
Reluctantly removing my hand, I kissed his forehead. “In bed.”