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

by A. W. Scott

  My boy grabs my arm tightly. “I’m so sorry to hear that Benji. Not trying to be nosey -”

  “That usually means you’re being nosey,” Mateo interrupts.

  “As I was saying before I was interrupted, I wanted to ask if the person is still alive. The one who you messed up with.”

  “That’s the thing,” he replies as he rubs his hand over his face. I see now how he probably ended up with the flour there. “I don’t know anything. We grew up in a small town. When things went to shit, he fled. I stupidly stayed behind while trying to make sense of things. After I realized how foolish I’d been, I attempted to find him. He’s been MIA ever since. I searched social media. Nothing pulled him up. I moved to the city because he always claimed this was where his heart was. He loved all the glamour and flash of this life.”

  Benji’s expression is sad, but wistful. My boy, picking up on the emotions, does what he does best - he tries to help.

  “What’s his name, Benji?”

  “His name is Laurence Hamilton. We’re from a small town in Kentucky, if that helps at all. It’s called Canyon Cliff.”

  Tucker nods, looking over to Mateo with an expression I can’t discern. When his stomach growls, it breaks the invisible tension between the men. “Thanks for sharing with us. I’ve got to grab some food now before my body revolts any further.”

  “You also might want to get to work,” I add with a stern tilt of my head. “Stryker won’t be pleased if your vacation is delayed because you aren’t getting your work done.”

  “I haven’t even told him when we’re going to take it yet. How can he get upset?” My frustrated expression silences him, though he does give me a look that says he’s not sorry for letting the bratty comeback out.

  “Wait here a second. I can just grab you guys something. If you’re friends with Mr. Rojas, it’s the least I can do for him helping me out.”

  Mateo slips out a hundred dollar bill, then slides it over to Benji. “You can always offer discounts to your investor or a few select friends, but never give away things. Keep the change. It’s another form of investment.”

  The other man nods, then heads behind the counter to grab the food. He’s only gone a minute before he returns with a small box for us each.

  “I figured you aren’t all going to the same place.” He shrugs, then blushes. His skin is so fair that it creates the cutest tint. I wonder if he’s part of this lifestyle, too, given his lack of surprise from Tucker’s slip earlier. I doubt he thinks I’m his actual father after the conversation we’ve all had.

  “Let me walk you two out. Benji and I can wrap the rest of the details up by email. My assistant can even handle a few things if need be.”

  “Understood. Good to see you again, Mr. Rojas. Nice to meet you Pat and Tucker. Come back anytime.” He returns to his domain, the smile on his face softer as he moves to help an elderly lady with her choice from the large case of treats.

  We all leave the shop, then converge on the corner of the sidewalk. I notice Mateo’s driver parked a bit down the road.

  “Are we on the same page with the search for Mr. Hamilton, Mateo? If not, then I can acquire the information myself.”

  “There’s no need to search. I already know who he is and I can’t say that Benji being here will be a welcome thing. I have to do a bit of digging to get more, but this might create some tension.”

  Tucker seems surprised by the man’s response. “You knew, and you didn’t say anything to him in there. He thinks the man could be dead!”

  “Calm down, Little One. Mateo always has a good reason for things. I imagine Mr. Hamilton doesn’t really want to be found. Is that the case?”

  “Exactly that. I only know because I’ve worked with him before, and since I vet everyone thoroughly, I knew right away when his name was brought up in the bakery that this would be a difficult thing. Your enthusiasm to help also puts a bit of a damper on it.”

  “Well, if you decide to let this play out, please be sure Benji knows the man is at least alive. I know it would be hard given your new relationship. I just don’t want him to spend the rest of his life wondering what could have been. That’s a burden no one should bear.”

  “I agree,” my best friend tells him gently. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a man to take breakfast, too. He was still asleep when I left, but I imagine he’ll be waking soon. Have a good day.”

  We wish him well, then turn back to the curb to catch a cab to Tucker’s job. I ride with him the whole way there, listening to him talk on and on about what kind of animal he wants to find at the toy store. The driver smiles fondly at us, though he makes no comment as we cross the city.

  At the Stryker building, I help Tucker out of the cab, then pay the driver to hold tight a few minutes. I walk my boy towards the door, smiling and nodding as others head inside.

  “This is as far as I go. If I follow you inside, I’m afraid I won’t want to go to my own job today.”

  He laughs, his hand flying to cover his mouth with the loud sound. “That wouldn’t be a bad day for me. I can think of a few things we could do.”

  “You’re teasing me in public and that’s not being a very good boy now is it?” I growl the question in his ear as I lean down to get one more whiff of him before we separate. “Now, be good and go get your work done. We’re going to have plenty of time together soon enough.”

  Pulling back, he smiles at me before giving a quick nod. “I’ll miss you today, Daddy. I promise to be good all day long.”

  “Very good. Now give me a kiss and get inside.”

  He closes the distance between us right away, his mouth latching onto mine as if it may never get another chance. I reign him in quickly, recognizing my own arousal spiking from the contact.

  “I’ll see you soon.” It’s on the tip of my tongue to say those two words that could change everything, but I refrain. I don’t want him to feel obligated to say them back. Or worse, I don’t want him to run from me because he thinks it’s too much this early on.

  My boy goes inside, his steps slow as if he doesn’t want to leave me as well. I return to the cab, knowing that just a simple glance back from him would cause me to falter. We both have full days ahead of us.

  Besides… I’ll soon have an entire week to explore and spoil him. I hope he knows exactly what he signed up for. I intend to make it a week he’ll never forget.

  Chapter 18

  Tucker

  Monday

  It’s time for my Sub Sessions. That’s the official term we’re using to refer to the idea of me getting tossed into kink head first.

  “Let’s begin with something simple. I’m going to bring you to the edge of your orgasm.”

  When Patrick finishes talking, nothing happens. I look at him from my position on the bed in the club waiting for him to speak again.

  “I feel like you’re leaving some information out of this. What happens after?”

  “We repeat the process again and again until I decide to let you come. It’s called edging and it’s a way to allow me to have control of your orgasms. As a Dominant, I have a desire to control different aspects of our relationship. This is one. We will try it to see if you enjoy the feeling as well.”

  “Ok. I think I understand.”

  Patrick gives me a soft smile. He can sense my unease even if my words don’t convey it.

  “Come here, Little One. I want you naked and back on the bed for me. I’m going to do such wicked things to you. You’ll be begging to come in no time.”

  True to his word, he teases me, his mouth and hands bringing me to the edge again and again while I fight to not come.

  “That’s it. Such a good boy. Holding that cum back just for me. You want to come though, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Daddy. I need to. I need it bad.” I wail the words out, uncaring of how I sound or if anyone else can hear us.

  “Then do it. Come right now.”

  Patrick’s growled words have me exploding, my bo
dy racking in shakes from the force of it all. Ropes of my release coat my stomach as I work to fight the aftershocks.

  “How was that? Did you enjoy yourself or is it on the no list?”

  I chuckle at the way he’s worded it. We both agreed when this started that there would be some things I may find I love, while other things turned out to just not be my cup of tea.

  “This goes on the ‘hell yeah, do it again’ list.” He grins at me, pulling me into a kiss before pulling back.

  “Great. Now then, let’s get you dressed and we’ll go get something to eat.”

  Tuesday

  Laid out on the bed, I keep my arms beside me as I fight not to move. Patrick told me when he walked out of the room a moment ago that I was to remain perfectly still until he returned.

  Whatever he is planning to use tonight was left in his office. I wonder what in the world he could be hiding in there and why he didn’t grab it the first time, but I hold my tongue instead of asking.

  “I see you didn’t move. I’m proud of you for that.” His voice startles me, my mind having taken me away from the room and into my own thoughts.

  “You told me not to.”

  “That doesn’t always mean you’ll listen. I wanted to see if the brat inside of you would make an appearance.” He smiles down at me, a small box in his hand.

  “What’s that,” I question, my attention on the box in his hand.

  Patrick lifts it to show me. He wears a smirk, the look only adding to the mystery behind the evening.

  “This little thing? Oh, it’s nothing crazy. Close your eyes for a moment so I can get it all set up.”

  Curiosity has me doing as he says without fighting. Who is this person and where has my stubbornness gone?

  Patrick taps my leg. “Raise these for me.”

  Legs to my chest, he now has full access to my body. I hear his breathing pick up as he stares at me. The sound is the only thing keeping me from freaking out.

  A soft buzzing noise fills the room. At first, I think it’s coming from outside the door, but then I realize what it is: A vibrator.

  Excitement fills me as I try to relax and wait for what he’s going to do next.

  The space behind my balls is his first target. My moan at the feel of the device gently pressed there has me moaning out his name. Gently, he trails it through some lubricant and towards my entrance.

  Suddenly the vibration disappears. I whine out from the loss, my body rocking to search for where it went.

  “Easy, Little One. I’ve got you.” Before I can argue back, I feel something hard push inside of me. It’s small enough to slide inn easily, but hard enough for me to know it’s there.

  Next thing I know, the vibrations begin again, this time I feel it inside of my body as the device pulsates through me.

  “So. Good. Daddy.”

  Patrick chuckles, his hands rubbing over my body. He pulls my legs free, then positions them on either side of his body. I see the remote in his hands, and I watch stunned as he turns it up a notch, the vibrations gaining in speed.

  Soon, I’m careening over the edge of my orgasm, my body shattering to pieces.

  When I finally calm down, I feel myself wrapped completely in Patrick’s arms. “Good or bad?”

  “Good, but I knew I liked vibrators.”

  He looks amused. “I know that, but we experimented with your ability to follow instruction as well as your ability to let someone control your pleasure. It was more than just the vibrator.”

  I blush, then bury my head in his chest as he laughs at my embarrassed expression.

  Should have known there was more to it than what I thought. It’s never just surface level with Daddy.

  Wednesday

  “That was interesting,” he whispers as he holds me to his chest. “I can honestly say I’ve never had that happen.”

  “Yeah, well, the instructions weren’t clear.”

  He snorts a laugh. “Little One, I told you to hold your breath, not pass out.”

  “I passed out from holding my breath!” I shove his chest, frustration in my tone. “How was I supposed to know you meant to hold it and let it go when I needed to breathe? You didn’t say that. And with that blindfold I couldn’t see you to know if I could let it go.”

  Planting a kiss on my forehead, he tugs me closer to him. “Don’t ever change, Little One. Please. I need you just the way you are. Sweet. Kind. Confused as hell. And keeping Daddy in line. Next time, I’ll be sure to tell you in detail exactly what to do.”

  I hum into his chest, remaining still as we relax on his bed. It was his night off at the club, which is why he went with breath play. At least that’s how he explained it when I showed up tonight. He figured I’d be embarrassed if I freaked at the club where our friends were.

  Good call, Daddy.

  Definitely don’t want to have to explain why I blacked out because my dumbass didn’t take a breath.

  Thursday

  I tug on the top of my outfit for the fifth time in as many minutes wondering if I chose the right look. Tonight is the first time I’ll meet other Littles in the Daddy area of the club.

  We decided after the craziness of the night before that it was probably best to not try anything too heavy.

  Walking into the club, I’m greeted by a few of the guards and the bartender. I’ve become a regular this week, what with my Sub Sessions. It’s not like any of them know that anyway. They all think I’m dating Patrick. Neither of us correct them since we both find amusement in their teasing.

  He meets me in the main area before I have a chance to make it back to his office. He’s wearing casual clothes, his suit long gone to his softer side.

  “I like this look, Daddy. Very domestic.” He shakes his head at me, a smile plastered on his face.

  “Domestic, eh? This is just my casual clothing. You, on the other hand, look absolutely precious.” He stalks around me, his eyes taking in every inch of my outfit. “I’m glad you decided to be free enough to wear what you wanted. I’m so proud of you, Little One.”

  His words send a delicious shiver up my spine. Taking my hand in his, he turns us to the room. Together, we make our way there and inside.

  My initial impression is overwhelming. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted and more in a play area. There’s a play area, a snack stand, a lounging area for the Daddies, and even a giant changing area in the back. The table has stairs to let ABDL Littles make it on the table.

  “This is what paradise looks like.”

  Patrick smiles at me, his eyes softening. “I’m glad you like it. Let’s get you settled with some crayons and a juice box.”

  “Yes please, Daddy.” I follow him around the room, greeting and talking to other couples and single people in the room. Of course, he knows everyone since he vetted them all, but he has this way of recalling their names and interest like he hasn’t looked at hundreds of other records since then.

  When we finally get settled, I lose myself in a world of colors and drawing. Time passes without my knowledge.

  “It’s time to wrap things up, Little One. We need to get you home and to bed.”

  “Just five more minutes, Daddy.” He nods, then steps away to talk to a friend. Again, I let myself sink into my Little mindset, the feel of the crayon dragging across the paper.

  “Alright, baby. It’s time to go now.”

  Reluctantly, I pack up the crayons and grab my pictures. I show them to him, one by one the entire way out of the club.

  “That’s a lot of amazing art there, Little One. Why don’t you pick your three favorite ones? I’ll put two on my fridge at home and then the third I can frame for my office.”

  I freeze, surprised at his choice for the last one. “You want it with you at work, Daddy?”

  “Of course, I do. You are so talented. I want anyone who comes in for a meeting to see how amazing my boy is.” He kisses my head, then drags me home to spend the night tangled together.

  Friday
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br />   He spanked me.

  Again.

  This time, I don’t cry. I let myself feel, but instead of pain or anything like that, I feel relief and pleasure flow through me.

  We spend all night having slow, passionate sex, our bodies never separating for long. Patrick even opens up to me about his past and his goals for the future. So much of it lines up with my own ideals. I listen intently, waiting for something to wake me up from this dream.

  Nothing seems to, and I go to sleep wondering if I’ve ever been this happy.

  Saturday

  Shibari day.

  I have to admit that I’m beyond excited for this day. I want to know what it’s like to be tied up and completely at his will. I’m either going to love it, or it’s going to be as bad as breath play night.

  Patrick instructed me to head straight to our room at the club and to get naked. With how ready I am for the evening, I do as he says without question.

  I’m climbing onto the bed when I hear him opening the door. I slow my movements, making sure he gets an eyeful as he comes in.

  “Fuck, Little One. You look so perfect like that.” Stepping into the room, I see his hand has bundles of rope in various colors. “I’m going to decorate you. I think you’ll appreciate the patterns more if it’s colorful.”

  I feel my heart rate kick up at the thought. “I think you’re right. What do I need to do?”

  “Tonight we’re going to keep things to the bed. If you like it, we’ll work up to the suspension side of things.” I nod, then watch as he comes over to me, his eyes intent with focus. “Relax for me. I want to be able to move you around as I need to.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” Taking a deep breath, I let myself settle into the bed, my body fully fluid as I wait for his next move.

  Laying still, I watch him move around me, his hands deftly unraveling the rope. He begins to wrap it around my leg, my knee raised slightly as he creates a web pattern in the empty space where they don’t touch.

  He repeats the movement on the other side, then moves up my body to my arms. “Raise them, here.” Gripping my fingers, he lifts them above my head to hold the headboard. He does the same to my arm, then wraps them through the headboard.