by L. Michael
Thirty minutes later, I climbed into bed with my Boy. While he’d watched Brother Bear, I’d cleaned up the bathroom, left the pillow soaking so I could wash it the next morning, and made him a bottle. Yep, I was a soft Daddy, because I made him another white chocolate milk. Henry was so immersed in the movie that I kind of had to maneuver him until he was lying comfortably in my arms, and I could give him his bottle.
For a little while, he drank his milk while playing absent-mindedly with my fingers, but then he turned to look at me. “Have you ever had a Little Boy?”
“I’ve had a few minor playdates, but I’ve never been in a relationship with a Little before. I’ve been waiting for the perfect one to appear.”
“I’m not perfect.”
“You are perfect for me, and that’s all that matters.”
“What kind of playdates? Like ours?”
I smiled and gently stroked his cheek. “No. Nothing like this. This is more than just a playdate to me.”
“Like you’re my Daddy for real?”
“I’d love to be your Daddy for real.” Oh, how much I wanted to be his Daddy and his partner and boyfriend. I wanted it all with Henry. From the moment I’d seen him in the Rainbow Room, I knew that he was the perfect man for me. “This is not a simple playdate, Henry. This is something special.”
“Even if I’m broken?”
“Last warning, Henry. The next time you put yourself down, I’m going to spank you.” Henry’s eyes widened, and then a low moan escaped his lips. Okay, another lesson learned. Spanking wasn’t a suitable punishment for every Little, and Henry liked the thought of being spanked a little too much.
“Will you spank me now?”
Yup, definitely too excited to make spanking a proper punishment. “No. And not tomorrow, either.” Henry’s lips formed an adorable pout around the nipple of his bottle. “You like the thought of getting spanked entirely too much, Little Boy. Wouldn’t you prefer to be allowed to come while I spank your cute bottom?”
Henry moaned again and nodded so quickly that his curls bounced. Then his ass pressed against my half-hard cock. Damn. It almost made me regret that I told him no earlier. But I knew that this first night was important for both of us. Henry needed to know he could trust me. That meant that I needed to show him that I didn’t want him for only one night, even if I would suffer from blue balls as well.
“If you keep that up, I’m going to sleep on the sofa.”
Henry's eyes grew even wider before they filled with tears. Then he reached out, grabbed my arms, and let go of the bottle. “No. No, don’t leave me.”
Shit. I should have known that would scare him instead of working as a threat to make him behave. “Shhh. I’m sorry, Baby. I’m not going anywhere. But I need you to be a good Boy.”
“I will. I promise. I’ll be a good Boy. But please, please don’t sleep on the sofa.”
“I won’t, Cupcake. I want to sleep with my Boy in my arms.” I kissed his forehand and just held him tight to my chest for a long moment until Henry pulled away and reached for his bottle again. Sucking on it, he snuggled into me and held onto my arms, the movie forgotten. As his eyes were still on me, I gently stroked his cheek. “When I said that I would sleep on the sofa, it wasn’t meant as a punishment, Cupcake. I would never use distance as a punishment or deny you your Daddy. I said that nothing sexual is going to happen tonight, and that’s why I need you to behave. I won’t change my mind about that, but with you wiggling your butt like this, you’re making it hard for me.”
Of course, Henry giggled when I said hard, and I rolled my eyes. It was intriguing how easily he switched between adult Henry and Little Henry. Henry had such a wide range of emotions, and he wasn’t afraid to show them around me. The frightened Little I met at the Rainbow Room was mostly gone. We had happy, playful, emotional, and horny Henry, and I loved all of him. But right now, there was something more important to discuss. “Do you understand why I said I would sleep on the sofa?”
This time, Henry rolled his eyes before he let go of me and signed, “Yes, because you’re a meanie.”
“No, Cupcake. I’m not a meanie. But when we have sex, it will be beautiful and special. Just like I want this playdate to be special.”
“So, I can have two special moments?”
“Yes, Baby. I want you to have tons of special moments. Preferably with me.”
“Only with you, Daddy.”
My heart melted with his statement, and I knew that I was head over heels for Henry. “Only us, Cupcake.” I kissed his nose and stroked his cheek before I looked at him again. “Now, finish your milk so you can go to sleep in Daddy's arms.”
“I don’t want to sleep. I don’t want to miss a single moment with you.”
“I’ll be here for the whole weekend.”
“I still don’t want to sleep.” Despite his words, he yawned around his bottle, and I chuckled.
“Then, let me just hold you and enjoy your Daddy time.”
Henry smiled and cuddled into me once more. I switched off the TV and settled on the pillows, Henry following my every movement until he lay comfortably on top of me. From time to time, he looked up at me. By the time his bottle was empty, Henry was fast asleep. I gently pulled the nipple from his lips and carefully put the bottle on the nightstand and switch of the lights. The whole apartment went dark, but after a moment, a night light went on and projected dancing animals on the ceiling. Smiling, I lay back and watched them for a while, listening to Henry’s breathing when the mattress suddenly dipped, and Charlie appeared at my side.
For a second time, I found myself in a staring contest with the fluffy cat, but then he meowed and climbed over me. Obviously, he thought me worthy of his trust, because he lay down on my pillow and purred into my ear. That was how I fell asleep. My Boy was lying over me, softly snoring. Then Charlie, supposedly afraid of people, sprawled across my head, purring like a lawnmower. It was peaceful, and I had to admit that I had never fallen asleep so quickly.
The next morning, I woke up at seven. Henry was pressed into my side, sucking on his thumb, his cute curls a total mess. He looked so freaking adorable like this. Charlie was gone because I could move my head. While I looked around his room, I realized that Henry put his personal touch in the whole place, but there were no photographs. Not that I’d expected a wall dedicated to his family, but there wasn’t even a picture from his aunt, Ava. Nothing in this apartment indicated that he had any friends or family.
I looked back at my Boy. Henry. Michael. No. No matter what, I found out he was still Henry. He was my Little Boy, and my Little Boy deserved a fantastic day. Softly I reached down and checked his diaper, and he was dry. Gently kissing his head, I quietly got out of bed. Henry moved, but only to snuggle deeper into the pillows. On my way to the bathroom, I saw Charlie coming out of a utility room. He shook himself, and then he spotted me and started to meow so loud as if someone was trying to kill him.
“Hey, buddy. I’m awake. No need to be so loud.”
“Meooooooowwwwwwww.”
Dear God. Was he hurt? Was he ill? I rushed to the bedroom door, but of course, Henry was still sleeping. If something happened to his cat while he was asleep, he would kill me. I rushed over to Charlie, but when he saw me coming in his direction, he turned and ran into the kitchen. Ah, so nobody was killing him, but he was starving. Snorting, I followed him. As if Henry would let his precious cat starve.
Next to the fridge were two bright yellow bowls with white paws on them. One filled with water, but the other one was empty. Charlie stood in front of it, his tail raised, and he was meowing like a maniac. When I was making dinner last night, I knew I’d seen cat food. It only took one try to hit the jackpot—a shelf filled with cans. I quickly looked them over while Charlie rubbed himself against my calf.
“Okay, buddy. We have tuna or chicken. Oh, there is beef, too.” I turned another can so I could read the ingredients. “How about salmon? Or shrimp?”
How many
different sorts of cat food are there? Frowning, I looked them all over and counted about thirteen. On the shelve above were packages of dry food, smaller ones with cat milk, and bags with goodies.
“Aren’t you a spoiled cat?”
“Meow.”
“Okay, how about salmon and shrimp. Your Little Daddy is getting a special breakfast. Would you like one as well? What do you say?” I pulled out the can and closed the cupboard.
“Meow.”
“Yeah, I didn’t think you would mind.” I opened the can and poured the food into his bowl. Charlie bumped his head against my leg and then devoured his breakfast. I chuckled and turned to clean out the empty can. “Enjoy your food while I make something special for your Little Daddy.”
A small benefit of Henry being deaf was that I didn’t have to be quiet. When I got groceries, I’d already planned this breakfast. Fresh fruit for a salad, everything I needed for eggs benedict and waffles, and I even brought a jar of my mom’s homemade marmalade. My plans were a healthy and filling breakfast, something light for lunch, a healthy snack in between, and the smiley fries, and some meatloaf for dinner.
Apart from the food, I planned a day full of playing, cuddling, and Little time for my Boy. There would be some special sexy time as well, but that was something I would need to keep to myself. From the list of his limits and likes, I knew what Henry wanted, and I had every intention of exploring some of the things he liked today. I just hoped that Henry was as horny as he’d been yesterday. That had me laugh out loud. Charlie started to rub his head against my calf again.
“Yeah, highly unlikely your daddy won’t be horny as hell today. And stop rubbing up on me. No bacon for you, my friend. Well, at least not right now. It has to cook first.” It was official. I was not only a soft Daddy to my Boy, but I was also a big softie to his cat as well.
Chapter 11
Henry
Wrinkling my nose, I could smell Daddy, but when I reached over, he wasn’t there. Where was he, and when did he? Oh damn. I’d fallen asleep. Rubbing my eyes, I sat up and looked around my room. The sun was streaming in, so it must be morning—double damn. Not only did I fall asleep, but I slept through the night and missed valuable time with my Daddy. The smell of bacon tickled my nose as I rolled over and stared at the ceiling.
Why hadn’t I woken up when Caden had got up this morning? More importantly, why had I fallen asleep if I wanted to be awake so bad? Oh yes, because Daddy had held me close and had rubbed my back while I suckled on my sweet milk. Sneaky, mean Daddy. He’d given me the white chocolate milk even if he’d said that I couldn’t have one, and then he’d started to rub my back in circles until I’d fallen asleep. He’d robbed me of some precious moments with him. Angrily I pushed the covers back and got out of bed. It just wasn’t fair. I finally got a Daddy all for myself, and then he manipulated me with back rubs and white chocolate milk to make me fall asleep. So unfair and so mean.
The sight in my kitchen made me stop in my tracks. Caden must have showered because his hair was still wet, and he wore a different t-shirt, and instead of his sweatpants, he wore gray shorts. Charlie was circling Caden, and it looked like he was getting bacon. It was the best view, and I missed most of it.
I walked over to my kitchen area and crossed my arms in front of my chest.
“You betrayed me.” Caden whirled around, a plate with bacon and a spatula in his hands.
“Well, good morning to you, too, Cupcake.”
“Not your Cupcake. You betrayed me.”
“You just woke up. When did I betray you?” Caden raised his eyebrows and frowned.
“You made my bottle with white chocolate milk, and you rubbed my back until I fell asleep. I told you I didn’t want to sleep, and you made me,” I accused him. His lips twitched, and I swear to God if he laughed at me, I was going to throw something at him. Not that I had anything in my hands, but still.
“You needed your sleep.”
“I can decide on my own when I need to sleep, thank you very much.”
“Is that so.” Caden walked towards me and put the plate with the bacon down. The smell tickled my nose, but I was totally going to ignore how good it smelled and looked. But then Caden was snapping his fingers in front of my face, and I looked up again. “Are you telling me that Daddy doesn’t know what’s best for you?”
“Uh…” Did I? Well, I loved the back rubs, and I loved that I got another white chocolate milk even if he’d told me no when I’d asked for it. “Not really?”
“Then what are you mad at?”
“You made me fall asleep when I wanted to spend time with you.”
“Cupcake, all I did was cuddle you and give you some quality time with your Daddy.”
“Yeaaaahhhh, well.” He might have a point, maybe. The delicious smell of the bacon made my mouth water. God, I was so hungry. Snatching up a piece, I popped it into my mouth and looked back at Caden. “I’m still mad at you, but this is helping.” Then a thought struck me. “A cupcake would help me forgive you the rest of the way.”
Caden tipped his head back, and I could tell he was laughing so hard because he had to sign instead of speaking. “Nice try.” When he finished laughing, Caden pulled the plate away from my reach and pointed to the corner. “Now, go and stand in the corner facing the room until I finish cooking our breakfast.”
My mouth dropped open. “What? Why?”
“If you don’t know why, then you’ll have lots of time to think about it.” I opened my mouth to ask why again but closed it when Caden raised his eyebrow. “Corner. Now.”
I could only imagine the tone he used because of the look on his face spoke volumes. Caden was dead serious about the corner time. When I didn’t move, he tilted his head and pointed to the corner.
“Now, Henry.”
Uh oh. Pouting, I dragged my feet over to the corner and turned to face the room. Caden watched me for a second. Then he moved to the stove and continued with breakfast. My gaze went to the floor. He was making me a special breakfast, and I’d gotten out of bed and attacked him. Guilt turned my stomach into knots, and I felt horrible for the things I said. I’d accused him of betraying me and robbing me of time with him when all he’d done had been to be a perfect Daddy, a Daddy who hadn’t even had the chance to change me. Tears welled up.
“Daddy.” I must have spoken too loudly because Caden spun around, a worried expression on his face. Then he was in front of me in three long strides.
“What’s wrong, Cupcake?”
My face heated up, and I swallowed hard with tears running down my cheeks. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” I signed since I couldn’t speak past the lump in my throat.
“Do you know now why I sent you to the corner?”
“Uh…for a lot of things.” Staring at his chest, I continued, “I was rude and unfair. And ungrateful. You said I wouldn’t get another white chocolate milk, but you still made me one. You were making sure I had a good time with you, and I…was mean about it. I’m really sorry.”
A gentle hand reached for my chin and lifted my head so I could look at him. “Look at my lips, Cupcake. I know that this is all new to you, and I know that you want to experience everything all at once. But you need to trust me that I will not deny you anything.”
“You didn’t make me fall asleep on purpose?”
“Of course not, Baby. I changed my mind about the white chocolate milk because I wanted to spoil you, not bribe you into sleeping. You fell asleep because you were relaxed and comfortable. And you were probably exhausted because it was an exciting day. But that is not a bad thing, Cupcake. Now you’re awake early, and we have the whole day ahead of us.”
My mouth formed a perfect O. My Daddy was smart.
“Does that mean that we’re having breakfast now? What are we doing after?”
Caden smiled but shook his head. “Oh no, Henry. You’re still in time out.”
“But…”
“You are obsessed with that little word.” Caden laughed
and released my chin to stroke my cheek. “You be a good Boy for Daddy and take your punishment while I finish breakfast. I’ll change you before we eat.”
“I’m wet, Daddy.”
“Yes, and I’m sure it is uncomfortable. Maybe next time you will think about that before you snap at your Daddy, right?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“After your punishment is over, Daddy will give you a special change.” Caden kissed my nose. Then he turned and went back to the stove. It took me a moment for his words to connect.
“Wait. A special change?”
Caden turned around with a raised eyebrow. “Corner time means quiet time.”
Ooohhh, right, okay. I can do that. I made a zipping motion in front of my lips, and with a smile, Caden went back to work. But my mind was still racing. What was a special change? What could be special about…Oh. I’d written about special changes once in one of my age play books. Every time the Little got one of them, he got to come.
Blinking, I looked back at Caden. Was that what was special about the change? Would Daddy let me orgasm?
“Will I get to come when you change me?” I blurted out, then quickly slapped my hands over my mouth. Caden turned around with a raised eyebrow. It would be annoying if it weren’t so damn hot.
“Didn’t I just tell you that you’re supposed to be quiet?”
I pulled my hands away from my mouth and signed, “You can’t plant ideas in my head and expect me to be quiet. I’m a writer.”
“I didn’t plant anything in your beautiful head, Cupcake. I just said that I’m going to change you when your punishment is over.”
“No. You said special…” My hands stopped, and I stared at Caden for a second. “You think I’m beautiful?”
“Yes, Cupcake. And quiet time includes no signing.” I opened my mouth, and Caden pointed the spatula at me. “One more word out of your mouth or anything signed, and you won’t come at all this weekend.”
I snapped my mouth closed so quickly that my teeth clicked. To be sure that I wouldn’t sign, I hid my hands behind my back. But I couldn’t stop myself from bouncing on my toes. Caden’s threat left no place for any interpretation. If I was a good Boy, I was going to come. Oh, I was going to be the bestest Boy ever because I wanted to come. With Caden. With my Daddy. Yaayyyy. Daddy was going to make me come!