Tuck & Run: A M/M Age-Play Daddy Romance (Club Deny Book 2)

by A. W. Scott

  With that last bit of information, he turns back into his office, shutting the door behind him. My mouth falls open as I think about what just happened.

  Miguel Stryker doesn’t do vacations.

  The man doesn’t know what relaxation is.

  Thinking of his expression when he and Aiden walked out, I realize the appropriate thing to say would be that he didn’t know what relaxation was. Now, he seems content to take an entire week of work off.

  I finish the day contemplating what the hell I’ll do for an entire week if I’m not here. I don’t want to travel anywhere, and I can’t imagine sitting in my apartment the whole time.

  My phone goes off again with another text.

  Daddy: Only two more hours til you’re mine.

  I smile down at the screen. My vacation plans are becoming very clear. I’m going to dive into this life full force with an entire week dedicated to learning all Patrick can teach me. We’ll call it Speed Subbing 101.

  Now, I only have to convince him to take me under his wing for seven whole days. Fingers crossed he likes the idea.

  Chapter 15

  Patrick

  I’m sitting at my desk looking over a stack of invoices from our liquor distributor when there’s a knock on the door. “Come in,” I yell out, my eyes not leaving the paper.

  The person comes inside, then I hear the door close. When they continue to remain silent, I look up. Surprise fills me at the sight of Tucker there, his eyes lit with excitement.

  “Little One, what are you doing here already? You’re early. I was going to meet you out front.” I rise from the chair, then walk to him. I wrap him tight in my arms, as I bury my face into his neck.

  He pulls back, a teasing smile on his face. “I wanted to surprise you. I was finished early anyway. Did I surprise you, Daddy?”

  I smile down at him, the energy around him bright and happy. He doesn’t realize he’s already been opening up so much since we first got together. The light he had before has returned, but this time it’s a bit different.

  A bit more genuine.

  There’s an excitement in the way he bounces on his toes as he places his hands on my chest. It’s contagious in a way I love.

  “Let me put away my paperwork, then we can go. I already have a room reserved for us to play in.”

  “Yes, Daddy. That sounds good.” He squirms a little in the spot he’s taken up on the corner of my desk.

  “Is something wrong, Little One? Is it something you need Daddy’s help for?” He hides his face bashfully, as his shoulders rise.

  Finished up, I rise from my chair, my body moving to press into his. “Don’t hide from me. I want to see all of you.” I grasp his chin and turn him my way.

  The aroused expression on his face has my cock hardening in my pants. He nods, showing me he’ll follow my instruction. I hope that remains true when we get into the room.

  My hand in his, I escort him from the office space and into the main area of the club. We pass several couples mingling on the main floor, all of them content and excited for their evenings to begin.

  At the section of private rooms, I approach ours and briskly unlock it. Moving inside the room, I make sure to position him in the center before I return to the door to lock it. With the room secure, I dim the lights to create a more relaxed feel.

  “You will move and do as Daddy says, Little One. I will push your limits tonight in the best ways possible. If you ever feel uncomfortable, you will tell me so. Understand?”

  “Yes, sir. I will tell you, Daddy.”

  “Good boy. Now raise your arms.” He follows the orders, his arms shooting into the air. His eyes lock with mine, the hunger there a reflection of my own.

  His breaths become rapid as I slowly bring the hem of his shirt between my fingers. I use special care to not touch his skin directly. I want him to feel me without the use of touch first.

  The shirt is stretchy enough to follow my plan. Once it’s removed, I take my time folding it properly and placing it on the chair near the door.

  My Little One remains in the center of the room the same way I left him. I smile appreciatively at his body, the curves and lines of him so familiar to me already after such a short time.

  I’m no artist, but even I can tell his body would be gorgeous in any medium. I want to commission paintings and sculptures of the different parts of him, while at the same time I want no one else to see him.

  To see what’s mine.

  The thought almost gives me pause. I knew there was something about him from the first moment I saw him. The part of me that craves control and order, the Daddy in me, knew he would compliment us well.

  But the further this goes, I conclude it’s more than that.

  It’s the fact that I want to hear him laugh everyday. It’s the way I want to make sure he’s fed at work because I know he’s more focused on taking care of his job than getting food. It’s the way I want to wrap him up in my arms and just hold him.

  No one has created the same level of focus within me.

  Sure, some have tried. None have ever succeeded.

  At least not until Tucker Jamison. The sweet sub with a broken heart who needed me to train him to feel again. I never imagined he’d have me feeling things as well.

  I refocus on the task at hand - bringing him pleasure. I don’t want him to notice my distracted state. He might think it has something to do with him when really it doesn’t.

  His pants have only an elastic band holding them in place. I pull it wide, then slide them down his legs. While kneeling down, I take a moment to look up the length of his body.

  “Such a beautiful body.” I trail my fingers up his legs and to the waistband of the tighty whiteys he has on. With the same slow pace, I pull them down his legs.

  Shakes wrack his entire body as I come to a standing position again. I reach up to his hands, then pull them down in front of him. Keeping them together, I pull him to the bedside. The height of the bed is perfect for what I want to do next.

  I sit down, my legs spread slightly and then motion for him to lean down. “Lay across my lap, Little One.”

  His eyes go wide with nervousness, but he doesn’t fight me. He’s being a good boy, which will make this all the much harder for us both.

  Strong thighs lean over one leg, while his chest folds over the other. He tilts his head down in full submission as his arms dangle to the floor.

  My Little One is completely exposed to me. I’ve never felt more desire than I have at this moment. I almost want to stop this, but I need him to know what he did was wrong before.

  “Do you know why you are here, Little One?” He shakes his head no. “You decided to run from me before. I told you to wait for me and instead you left.” Tucker remains quiet, though his body tenses at the mention of that night. “I know what happened wasn’t fun, but if you had trusted me like you said you would, then you would have been there when I showed up a few minutes later to tell those two they were dumbasses who would never get a chance with you.”

  “I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

  I run my hand down his back, my fingers flowing through the hollow of his lean muscles and over his beautiful ass. He twitches, as if he has the urge to arch into my hand.

  “I was very worried for you, Little One. Daddy doesn’t like to worry. I like to know my boy is safe and sound where I expect him to be. And do you know what happens when that’s not the case? Do you know what that means?”

  “It means I get in trouble.”

  “No, baby. It means you learn a new lesson.” I rush to cover the slip of an endearment. I don’t want him to get distracted right now. “It means that I have to show you that there are consequences to your actions.”

  “I understand, Daddy. I was a bad boy.”

  “You were a good boy who made a bad choice. There’s a difference.” I continue to stroke over his skin, loving the feel of him under my hand. “Now, since this is our first time
, I’m going to give you five strikes. If you have to be punished in the future, it will be dependent upon how much I think you deserve.”

  He nods, then tucks his head further down. I feel his breath on my leg as he inhales deeply to prepare.

  “Breathe out and then count for Daddy.”

  I raise my hand, then bring it down with a swift force. I do not hold back in my force on the first one. I need to know what is too much, and it’s his job to tell me so.

  “One,” I hear him choke out.

  Again, I lift my hand and bring it down, this time on the other side. Still, he remains on my lap. I feel his tension, but he’s not saying anything to stop me. He knows his safe word. I won’t stop unless he utters it.

  “Two... Three... Four”

  The fourth one has him shivering, his body fighting against the feelings welling inside of him.

  When someone comes into this lifestyle with the type of past he has, they often find freedom in the release. They sometimes learn new lessons about themselves that they may never have considered.

  With Tucker, he long ago knew what he wanted. His problem was that he could never find a way to live his truth. He spent day after day, month after month, in a relationship that smothered the other side of him.

  And that side of him so desperately wants to be free.

  To be fully recognized and cared for.

  But to do that, he has to let go of the pain he felt before. Sometimes emotional pain can bury itself within us. It can grow and fester, while on the outside we show no emotion at all.

  My Little One has been putting on a brave face for months now, but he’s never fully let go of that hurt. That’s why Lewis suggested the club. It’s why I knew from the moment I saw him in my office that I needed to help him.

  Yes, I want him for myself.

  Yes, I want to be the Daddy he deserves.

  More than that though, I want to help him release that burden he’s been carrying around since the first time that asshole ex of his made him feel bad for the Little side of him existing.

  “Let go, Little One. Let. It. Go.” With the final ‘go’ I land the last blow.

  Inherently knowing what I mean, his body falls apart. He goes slack, all tension draining free as his body shakes with tears.

  Large sobs break free from his chest as he wails. I lift him, his rag doll form following the direction I tug with no resistance. I position him in my lap, his legs across mine and his head in my chest.

  I allow him to cry, his tears the release his body needs after years of suppression. We sit together, him freeing himself and me wrapped around him as I stroke his back in small, calming circles.

  When he finally catches his breath, he remains still for a few minutes before pulling back to look at me. His eyes are red rimmed and still holding the last of his tears. I reach up gently to swipe them away. He closes his eyes as I run my finger over the lids.

  Upon reopening them, it’s like he’s a new person. He smiles up at me with a joy I have yet to see. I feel my heart stutter in my chest.

  I feel a bit like that green guy that hates Christmas. It’s not as if my heart was too small, but maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t beating to the right rhythm this whole time.

  Before he can speak, I press a finger to his lips. “I don’t want to ever hear an apology for what happened. You needed that and Daddy understood it was coming. I know you better than someone would this early on because of the connection we share as Daddy and Boy. The only thing I want to know now, is if you’d like to continue this here or if you’d like to move home and have a night in.”

  He looks around the room, then back up at me. “I’d like to go to my place, but I want to talk to you about something first.”

  His tone is so sure and firm, I wonder what it could be about. “Go ahead. I’m listening.”

  Sitting up fully in my lap, he tries not to fidget. I’m sure his bottom is tender from where he was spanked, and to put pressure on it is a constant reminder of what happened.

  I smile encouragingly, then nod for him to start. “Well, it all started after Miguel had a visit from Aiden today. They get together during the day once a week, but this time Miguel came out of the office with him. He and I were talking, and he decided he wants to take a vacation soon. He asked me to schedule it. Since he’d be out, that means I wouldn’t work either. I got the silly idea that we could have a weeklong Daddy teaching lesson. We could spend each day trying new things and seeing what I really like and don’t like. It would be a crash course.”

  “Are you sure you’re up for that? It can be a lot on the mind and body to experience some of the things on your list.”

  He nods. “I’m sure. I really want to visit the Daddy room, but you already know that. And I don’t like anything particularly violent, again, something you know. I think the only issue would be if we did any Shibari. I don’t imagine I’ll leave mark free from that.”

  “I know some ways to help with that a bit, but yes, it will show. We can save it for later in the week if you’d like.”

  “Does that mean you’ll do it?” He goes to shift closer and freezes when he feels my erection. “Daddy. That’s a problem. I should fix it for you.”

  I grab his hands before he can get my pants open. “You don’t have to do anything right now. Tonight was about getting you to open up fully. I consider it a success.”

  “I’ll let you off the hook for now, because I’m kind of hungry. Let’s get back to my place and then I can properly pamper Daddy. How does that sound?”

  The idea is luxurious in ways I hadn’t considered before. “You want to pamper me?”

  “Mmhmm. I think for as closed off as I was, that you are just as bad, but in a different way. You need me to peel back the layers you have one by one. I needed a bit of physical pain to get myself in order. You need a bit of spoiling. I don’t think anyone has ever made you the center of attention while still being submissive to you, have they?”

  I’m silent to the point that he knows the answer is no. He rises from my lap, then slips back on his clothing. Meanwhile, I sit there staring at the man who has absolutely taken over my heart.

  He may have experienced a breakthrough tonight, his revived emotions a sure sign of that fact. Aside from that, I don’t know that he’ll be open to forming a relationship past the one we’ve already begun.

  I’m already his Daddy.

  I want to be his everything.

  Chapter 16

  Tucker

  At my apartment, I usher Patrick inside without much fanfare. I want him to feel welcome, but I don’t want to overdo it. I told him I would pamper him, and I intend to do just that.

  “Are you hungry? I need to eat something before this goes any further.”

  “I could eat. I’ll order out for us.” I grab his hand to stop him from pulling out his phone.

  “Don’t. I’ll cook us both something.” He looks surprised by the offer. “I’m actually pretty good in the kitchen. Have a seat on the couch. Watch some tv. Let me take care of you, Daddy.”

  He nods, though I can tell he’s fighting to take control. I watch him settle on my sofa, his hand reaching for the remote and then flipping through the different streaming apps I have.

  I move into the kitchen, then reach into my cabinet for a glass. The other night when we were at the club he ordered a scotch. It was one of those fancy ones that normally cost more than most people make in a year, but I could tell it was something he wasn’t doing for show.

  Looking in my cabinet, I’m thankful for the relationship I have with Miguel. My boss is not only a great friend, but he’s also great at giving gifts.

  The bottle of classic scotch was ostentatious when he gifted it to me for my birthday a few months back, but now I’m happy to have it. With a calmness I don’t necessarily feel, I pour him a drink, then walk toward his position on the couch.

  At the sight of the drink, he seems surprised. I hand it over with a small smile. “A little so
mething to help you relax while I get dinner started.”

  “Thank you, Little One.” He takes a whiff, his eyes widening as he catches the scent. “Are you a fan of scotch?”

  “No,” I reply. “It was a gift from the boss. I had no use for it until now. Consider it yours when you’re here.” He nods, then refocuses on making a selection while I move back into the kitchen.

  I look through my fridge as I wonder what exactly I’ll make. I know from the little time I’ve spent with him that he would rather have something healthy than one of those convenience meals. Noticing some chicken and veggies that are still good, thank you grocery delivery company, I pull them out to make a quick stir fry.

  Once I feel the meal is ready, I grab two bowls and dish up the food. I give him a normal one, while I grab one of my small, bright blue plastic bowls with little puppies printed inside of it. Daddy gets a regular fork, and I get the small matching set for my bowl.

  After I pour my own drink into a cup, I pull out my favorite swirly straw. I attach it to the side of the cup and take a big sip, watching as the liquid moves through each loop on the way to my mouth.

  Satisfied with everything, I move into the living room area with the food and my glass balanced in my arms. “Here, let me help.” Patrick stands to move over to me. I want to stop him, but I’m only a few seconds from losing one thing or another, so I keep my mouth smartly closed.

  “Thank you, Daddy,” I tell him as we sit down on the couch together. He looks over to my bowl and fork, then smiles at me softly. We both dive into the food with gusto, our focus turning to the movie.

  On the screen is one of my favorite movies. The large brimmed black hat and round sunglasses give away which it is instantly. When she does the iconic slip of the glasses down her nose, I smile.

  “You really love this one, don’t you?” I nod rapidly.

  “It’s the only non animated movie that makes it my top five. I know every line.”