by L. Michael
Who knew that getting out of bed early in the morning would end up being the hottest thing ever. I was rock hard, and the fabric of the diaper wrapped comfortably around my cock. No, not my cock. My special place. With shaking hands, I signed, “Yes, Daddy. I’ll be a good Boy. I’m not touching my special place.”
“No, that’s Daddy’s place to touch.”
The thought of him touching me made me shiver. For a moment, I felt a slice of sorrow. Oh, what I would give to hear Caden’s voice right now and the tone of it. To feel his voice roll over me as he told me things and whispered in my ear. But I shook that sadness away because I liked the way he talked to me. Always making sure that I could see his lips or his hands and making sure that he pronounced his words so that I could read them easily. His eyes following to check if I got what he’d said. Like now. He waited until I was looking at him before he spoke.
“Is that ok, Henry?”
I bobbed my head while I signed at the same time, “Yes. Yes. More than ok.”
“Tap your nose for me.”
“What? Why?”
“Because if I were there, I would kiss it right now.”
Without even thinking about it, I bopped my nose with my finger, then laughed. I felt silly, but I felt that Caden cared about me.
“That’s my good Boy.” I could see him sit up, then I saw his lips moving, but he wasn’t talking to me. Then Caden was looking at me again. “I’m sorry, Little Boy. But I have to go.”
“Ok. I didn’t want to disturb you. I’m sorry if I did.”
“You didn’t. I had just gotten out of a meeting when I got your message.” Caden leaned forward and smiled again. “Remember what I told you last night?”
Uh, he’d told me a lot of things. I wracked my brain but couldn’t come up with the answer he probably expected.
“I told you that I might not answer immediately, but I will as soon as I see your message. I’m sorry that we got interrupted.”
“You have to work. So do I.”
“But what I said still stands. No touching your special place.”
“What?”
“It’s Daddy’s place to touch, right?”
It was. But that meant that I didn’t get to come until Saturday morning. I was still hard, but then I thought about all the times I took care of it myself. But now there was Caden, my Daddy, who wanted to take care of it. “Yes, Daddy. No touching.”
“That’s my good Boy. Don’t worry about groceries. I’ll bring everything we need.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” I smiled at him. I enjoyed that Daddy would take care of everything we might need.
“Ok, sweetie. I have to go. Be a good Boy for me.”
“I will, I promise. Bye, Daddy.” Caden blew me a kiss, then he ended the call, and groaning, I looked at Charlie.
“He’s a mean Daddy.” Now that I wasn’t allowed to touch my special place, I thought about it, and I was sure I would be thinking about it all the time. Groaning, I finished my breakfast and went to work. Maybe editing would distract me from thinking about Daddy touching my special place.
It was late afternoon when my door lights flashed. The flashing disturbed my concentration and Charlie’s nap on my lap. Since Ava was in Europe and I was not expecting any deliveries, it could only be Owen. Until Caden showed up, Owen had been the only man in my life who bossed me around. At least Owen never complained when I played with my special place. Sighing, I placed Charlie on his tree and went to the front door. There, standing at the door looking annoyed at the camera, was Owen. I let him up and went into the kitchen to get the coffee started. Owen’s arrival meant work.
I turned around with a cup the same moment Owen stepped into my apartment.
“How’s my favorite writer doing?”
“I’m your only writer.”
Owen and I met in college. We became friends, and he volunteered to be my first editor. Then when my books got successful, I talked him into being my agent. Until Caden appeared in my life, Owen had been the only person I used my voice with because he never learned sign language.
“I have my hands full with you. I don’t need another one.” Owen grinned, but then he looked warily around before he faced me again. “Where’s the little devil?”
“Hiding from you. As always.”
“Right, yes, he’s planning his next attack.”
“He’s not going to attack you.”
Owen just glared at me. We both knew that Owen was right. Charlie was somewhere, planning his next attack. It was a mystery. My cat didn’t like people, but with Owen, it was like Charlie had a personal vendetta. He hid, waited, then attacked Owen when he wasn’t expecting it. Owen always left my apartment with scratches.
“One day, you’ll have a Daddy who will spank your ass for lying, Henry.”
I couldn’t stop the blush that heated my face. Three, two…
“Oh, look at that blush. Ok, out with it.”
One of the advantages of being deaf was that I could easily pretend that I didn’t see the lip-reading or the signing as I did now. I turned around and filled my cup with coffee, taking my time. Maybe Charlie would attack Owen and spare me this conversation. But no such luck. Owen was standing right behind me when I turned back around, and I shrieked. He stood there with his arms crossed in front of his chest and one eyebrow raised.
“You got yourself a Daddy? Henry, don’t even pretend that you’re not looking at my lips right now, because I know you.”
“Fine, yes. But don’t tell Ava.”
“Oh. Ava finally got you to go to the Rainbow Room.” I rolled my eyes when Owen threw his head back and laughed. He sat down at the island and looked at me. “Out with it. What am I not supposed to tell Auntie?”
“I made her promise me to leave me alone if I went to the Rainbow Room.”
“Oh my gosh, she was right. You found yourself a Daddy.”
“Yes, I did.” I rolled my eyes when Owen laughed again.
“So that’s why you don’t want me to tell her because she would go all I told you so on you.”
“It’s not funny.” But Owen was right. Ava would tell me I told you so for the rest of my life because she had been right. The Rainbow Room gave me something I never thought existed. A Daddy. Not just a Daddy, a unicorn Daddy. When I kept starring into my cup, Owen reached over and slapped my hand. “Don’t.” One evening with Caden and I already thought that only he got to hit my hand to get my attention. He held his hands up.
“Fine, I won’t. But tell me already. Who is he?”
“His name is Caden.” Just to mock Owen, I added, “And Charlie loves him.”
“What? That’s impossible.” Giggling, I watched Owen look around the space like saying Charlie’s name would summon him. He turned to me again. “You’re kidding me. That spawn of Satan hates everyone.”
“Nope. He loves Caden. Charlie let him pet him, and he even slept next to him.”
“I’ve been your best friend for five years now, and every time I show up, that little devil hisses at me and attacks me. Then this Caden guy shows up here and is already best friends with Charlie?” I shrugged, but then I watched Owen laugh again. “He must be one a hell of a Daddy then.”
“He is.” I sighed. Caden was great. He was kind but strict, honest, and hot as hell. The most important part, he seemed to care about me. “He’s coming over on Saturday to spend the weekend with me.”
“An extended playdate?”
Happily, I nodded. A playdate, especially an extended one, would be a new experience. Well, I played a bit with Owen watching me, but that was different. This weekend was going to be more than babysitting. Having a real Daddy was all I ever really wanted and needed. Caden seemed to understand that. A touch on my arm had me looking up again.
“Did you tell him?” I knew what Owen’s worried look meant, and I smiled.
“Yes. We talked about my issues, and Caden is okay with them.” I bit my lip before I looked back at Owen. “He said that the
more diaper changes I need, the more he can take care of me.”
“You know that diaper changes are the most intimate way a Daddy can take care of his Boy.”
“I know. But all the Daddies I talked to online, just wanted to play and not have the responsibility to do it all the time.”
“That should tell you something about Caden. He doesn’t mind because it doesn’t matter to him, and he sees it as an opportunity to take care of you. Sounds like the perfect Daddy to me.”
“Since when did you become such a Daddy expert?” Was that a blush on Owen’s cheeks? I stared at him, but after a second, it vanished, and Owen just shrugged.
“What. I read your books. I have to support my client.”
Owen never pushed me when I wanted to avoid a topic, so I didn’t push him. But I always thought that Owen would make a great Daddy and what he shared just proved that I was right. He always looked after me and made sure that I felt safe. It was everything a Daddy would do. Tucking that information for later, I decided to do some research to see if there was such a thing as a closeted Daddy. Maybe I could help Owen find what he wanted.
“Speaking of books. How’s the editing going?”
My head fell, and I groaned. Writing books was a joy; editing was the bane of my existence. “I’m halfway through the first draft.”
“Good. We need to talk about the release of Torn Souls.”
“Ugh.” The release date was at the end of next week, and I always dreaded those days. Writing a book was one thing but publishing them something entirely different. It was the same thing every time. Would they like it? Would they read it? When I started, making money was never my goal. The stories in my soul cried out to be written. For some reason, writing dark psychological thrillers helped me deal with the darkness from my past.
“I already got in touch with Heath. He’s coming to New York at the end of the week.”
“Great.” Heath was a cute, nerdy-looking young man who acted as the face to my pen name in public. His job was to deal with all the PR stuff I couldn’t do myself. “How’s he doing?”
“He’s good and excited to get back to New York.”
Heath lived in a small town in Maine, where he ran a small bookstore. It was a big reason why we’d chosen him. He loved literature and lived far away enough from New York to not be in the public eye. It probably was part of the success of my books because we created an author who was kind of mysterious. No Facebook account and only showing up at releases, keeping a low profile.
It was never an option for me to be the face of Lucian Holston. In the beginning, we worked without a look to go with the name, but as my books became more popular and successful, we needed someone to stand in as the author. That was when Owen found Heath. Since then, Heath was the public face of Lucian Holston whenever we released a new book.
“He’s going to do the presentation and some selected readings, but I need you to answer some questions. I’ll send you an e-mail from the New York Times and the PR department from the publisher.”
“Okay.” Owen opened his mouth to say something else, then his eyes went wide, and he seemed to cry out. Confused, I blinked at him. Then I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. Charlie casually strolled back to the sofa as if nothing happened. When I looked back at Owen, he pointed to his bloody ankle.
“There. The spawn of Satan did it again. Look at that.”
I felt sorry for Owen, I did, but I couldn’t stop myself from laughing.
“That cat is the devil incarnate.”
“I’ll get the first aid kit.” I got off the stool and walked over to one of the cabinets, where I kept a first aid kit. The first time Owen was attacked, I didn’t have any supplies. So, I went out and bought a kit precisely for this purpose.
When I turned around again, I could see Owen muttering, “One day, I’m going to die from sepsis.”
“You’ll be fine. Charlie has too much fun tormenting you. He’s not going to kill you.”
“Careful, Henry. You have a Daddy now, and I can tell on you.”
“Do you think he’s going to spank me if you do?” Smiling, I got the antibiotic spray and a band-aid. Owen just glared at me, and I had to chuckle when I saw his lips moving.
“I hope not. You would have way too much fun if he did.”
He was probably right. I’d never had a sexual spanking before, but I’ve researched them and written about them a lot. It was something I was curious about it. Maybe I should ask Caden what he thought about spankings. As if Owen was reading my mind, he rolled his eyes and got off the stool so I could deal with the scratches on his ankle. Before I could bend down, Owen gently tapped my shoulder and pulled me into a hug. Then he pulled back and looked at me.
“I know this sounds ridiculous, but I hope that he’s going to spank you. You deserve to have a Daddy and to be happy.”
“Thank you, Owen.”
“Now, doctor me up before I bleed out. Damn devil cat.”
Chapter 6
Caden
Working on some files provided some much-needed distraction. It was finally Friday afternoon, and I only had a couple more hours to concentrate on work. My sweet needy Boy consumed my thoughts, especially with all the messages we exchanged. Only this morning, he sent me an e-mail with a list of his hard and soft limits and what he was comfortable with on our playdate. Henry’s likes and dislikes showed me that my planned activities would be perfect—a relaxed, quiet weekend with lots of cuddles and pampering for my Boy. Henry had agreed to let me care for him the whole weekend. I’d make sure that my Boy had a fantastic weekend, and hopefully, he would agree to see me again after that.
A knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts, and with a sigh, I sat up. I was still at the office and supposed to be working, not daydreaming about my Boy. “Yes?”
“Mister Evans?” Olivia, my assistant, opened the door. “Sorry to interrupt, but there is a Mister Lannister and a Doctor Baker here to see you. They said they have an urgent matter to discuss with you privately.”
“Yes. Yes, please, show them in.” Jakob and Sam walked into my office. So I closed my laptop and went around my desk to greet them. It was a surprise, and I smiled at them. My smile quickly turned to a frown when I saw the look on their faces. Sam was pale and looked shaken, Jakob's lips were pressed together in a thin line, and he looked like he was about to punch something. Or someone.
“Is everything all right?” Jakob shot me a look and shook his head. Okay, well, that was weird. Olivia was one step ahead of me as I turned to her. She was nodding and smiling.
“No phone calls and no visitors.” That was precisely the reason why I paid her so much to be my assistant. She always had my back, and she did a fantastic job.
“Thank you, Olivia.”
“Would you want anything to drink? Coffee? Water?” Olivia looked from me to Jakob, and when she looked at Sam, her smile turned even kinder. “Something stronger?”
“Can I have a coffee, please?” Sam asked in a small voice. He wasn’t looking at Olivia. He looked at his Daddy, and with a nod, Jakob turned to my assistant.
“Coffee would be great, thank you.”
“I’ll be right back.”
“Thank you, Olivia,” I said again, while I pointed to a comfortable seating area I had arranged under my office windows. “Sit down, please.”
When we opened the law firm a couple of years ago, I insisted on having a comfortable seating area. Our firm often worked with traumatized people, and I felt it was vital for them to feel safe. To achieve that, I read that a homelike place made people feel more comfortable. It also made the space feel safe. They needed a place where they felt consoled enough to talk freely about what had happened to them. Sam sat down on the sofa, clasping his hands in his lap, while Jakob took a seat beside him. I chose the chair opposite to them and waited until Olivia had closed to door.
“What’s going on?”
“I’m so sorry, Caden. I didn’t mean to snoop, an
d I just wanted to know if we could help him,” Sam blurted out, his eyes filling with tears.
Confused about his outburst, I looked at Jakob, who reached out and rubbed Sam's back. “What are you talking about? Help who?”
“H-H-H-Henry.”
“Henry? What about him?” My confusion turned into worry, and I looked at Jakob. “Is he alright? Did something happen to him?”
“No, nothing happened. Henry’s alright, we think.” Jakob sighed and pulled Sam closer when he started to cry. It was painful to watch a Little cry. I reached into my pocket, pulled a handkerchief out of my pocket, and offered it to Sam. Sam looked at it the same way Henry had, and I almost laughed. But I saw an opportunity to cheer Sam up, and I couldn’t resist.
“Ok. What is it with you Boys looking at my handkerchiefs like that?” I raised it to my eyes and scrutinized it. “They’re not ancient relics or anything.” I grabbed the corner, shook it open, and handed it to Sam.
Sam tilted his head and smirked. “Well, they are old. Probably as old as you. Or maybe you’re older.”
“Oh, is that so, naughty Boy?”
My distraction worked, and Sam stopped crying. He sighed and leaned against Jakob. My mind started to turn this situation over. What could Sam have found that made him this upset?
“There is something we need to tell you.” Jakob pulled me out of my thoughts.
“Okay.”
Before we could get into the conversation, Olivia knocked and brought a tray with three cups of coffee, milk, sugar, and a bowl with cookies. I saw her wink at Sam when she placed the bowl of cookies right in front of him. Olivia knew that I was a Daddy, and I guess she figured out that Sam was Jakob’s Little. She knew me too well because before she left, she stopped in the doorway and looked at me.
“I guessed you would need some time, so I checked your calendar. There are no meetings scheduled for the rest of the day, and I can handle the phone. I’ll let you know if something important comes up.”
“You’re the best, Olivia, thank you.” With a smile, she closed the door behind her. Bracing myself for the worst, I took a deep breath and looked back at Jakob. He poured some milk into a cup and handed it to Sam. I waited until he had a cup of his own before I spoke up again. “Why are you here and what do you need to tell me?”