by L. Michael
An eternity later, Daddy Caden finally put the last lid on a pan to keep our breakfast warm. Then he slowly turned around and grinned at me. My mouth dropped open. Not because I wanted to say something, but because I’d never seen Caden grin like that. It was all wicked and naughty. My knees went weak while my penis hardened and pressed against the soft material of my diaper.
“D-Daddy?”
“Yes, Cupcake?” Caden strolled over to my corner. Damn. He strolled to me like he had no care in the world.
“Daddy, can I have my special change now, please?”
“A special change, huh?” Caden was so close now that I could smell his shower gel. He always smelled so good. Instead of taking my chin in his hands like he usually did, Caden kissed me on the lips. Wow. It was a searing kiss that made my toes curl. It was so much better than the chin grabbing or the finger-snapping to get my attention. When he stopped, we were both breathless. He leaned back so I could see his lips.
“I’m so proud of you. You were very brave and took your punishment like a good Boy.”
“I’m so sorry, Daddy.”
“All is forgiven, Cupcake.”
“I’m sorry I said I’m not your Cupcake,” I whispered. Or at least I hoped I did. As I couldn’t hear my voice, I never knew how loud my voice was. “I still want to be. So much, Daddy.”
“I know, and you are still my Cupcake.” Caden kissed me again, and then he smiled. “Even if you’re moody or grumpy or a stinker.”
“I’m not a stinker.”
“Debatable.”
A squeak escaped my lips when Caden grabbed my thighs and picked me up. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist and put my hands on his shoulders for balance. It was so hot how he picked me up. As he carried me through my apartment, I felt safe and trusted he wouldn’t drop me. My Daddy was so strong, which was a major turn-on. In this position he couldn’t sign but I could see his lips. “Are you ready for your special change now, Cupcake?”
“I’ve been ready for hours.”
“You’ve been awake for less than thirty minutes.”
“Not true. I stood in the corner for hours,” I protested.
“It was only ten minutes.”
“Fooooorever, Daddy.” Instead of answering, Caden shook his head, and then he sat me down on top of my changing table. “Daddy?”
“Yes, Baby?”
“Special changes mean that you’re going to touch me, right?”
“Of course. I can’t undress you without touching you.” Caden smirked at me and unzipped my PJs and slipped them off my shoulders. He pulled my arms out, and I shivered. I wasn’t cold, but his smirk was damn sexy. “How’s this for touching you?” He ran his hands up and down my arms.
“I’m sure you can do better, Daddy.” That earned me another raised eyebrow.
“Maybe I shouldn’t touch you at all.”
“Noooooo. Daddy, please.” I reached up and grabbed his shoulders. To my surprise, Caden bent forward and kissed me. It was another toe-curling kiss. His lips felt a bit chapped but firm. He ran his tongue along my lower lip, and then he sucked it into his mouth. That made me gasp, and he slipped his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues danced around each other. When he pulled back, we were both panting.
“Wow.”
“Wow indeed. Now lie down and lift your hips so we can get rid of your jammies.”
I nearly tumbled off the table in my haste to lie down. But Daddy was there, and he steadied me. Within seconds my jammies vanished, which left me in just my diaper. I stared up at Caden, who looked me in the eyes while he peeled open the diaper tapes. I must have made a noise when my penis sprang free because Caden smiled, bent down, and kissed me again. His tongue trailed over my lips, then plundered my mouth. It was the best feeling until his fingers started to trail over my neck and down my body. Daddy kissed along my chin and down my throat, all while his hands were petting down my body. I held my breath, but Caden stopped just under my bellybutton. Oh, he just needed to move a bit more. I shivered in anticipation.
“Hang on, Little Roo. Let me get you cleaned up a bit before we play.”
My mouth opened to lodge a formal protest, but the look on Caden’s face stopped those thoughts. Caden warmed the wipe in his hands like he did last night and took great care to wash me. It was sweet how thoughtful and through he was. Today was a bit different since his touches lingered, but it wasn’t enough.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, Cupcake?” His face was so close that I could easily read his lips. My brain was mush; all rational thought and concentration fled with his hand so close to my crotch.
“Daddy, are you done cleaning me? Will you touch my penis now?”
“Your penis?” My heart nearly stopped when Caden finally touched it without the wipe. His hands were warm. He wrapped his fingers around my penis and gave it a slow stroke. “Little Boys don’t have penises. They have willies.”
“Ooohhhhh.” Damn. Communication was so hard when all I wanted to do was watch his hand on my pen—no, my willy. If only he would squeeze a little more. I pressed my hips up. But I had to look up at Caden to see his lips. “What are Daddy cocks called then?”
“My c-ock?”
“Noooo. That’s not right. If mine has a special name, yours need one, too.” There, that helped me concentrate on something else other than his hand touching my willy. Oh God, my brain was short-circuiting because it felt so good to have his hand there. I shivered and clenched my hands into fists. Ok, I forced myself to think of another name for Daddy’s cock.
“I know. Your special wand.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Uh, ok. How about your magical rod then?” That had Daddy stop his slow stroking torture. He threw his head back and laughed. At least I wasn’t close to coming anymore.
“Nope.”
“One-eyed wonder worm?”
“You will not call my cock one-eyed wonder worm.” Caden stared at me, but then he was laughing again. “Your brain is a terrifying place, Cupcake.”
“Why? I didn’t even say monster python yet.” To my surprise, Caden glanced down at his crotch, and I giggled. “Daddy has a monster python.”
“If you ever say monster python in public, I will put your willy into a cage for a week.”
“You would not.” Caden only smirked at me, and to my surprise, my willy twitched. “Uh…can we go back to the touching now, please, Daddy?”
“Yes, but don’t think for a second that I didn’t see how you reacted to that.”
Oh, shit. Would he put me in a cage? I mean, he could because I was his Boy. Daddy could do whatever he wanted with me and my willy. Even deny me orgasms or getting hard or…I squealed when a searing heat engulfed my willy, and my head came off the table. Blinking, I stared at Caden as he sucked my willy. Then he released it and licked up my willy. His tongue tracked from under my balls up to the tip. Oh my God. He was giving me a blow job. Daddy was giving me a blow job.
“Daddy.”
Caden looked up but kept licking the crown, then he dipped his tongue into my slit, and I moaned. That had Caden grinning, and with a wink, he bent down and took my willy in his mouth. All. The. Way. I struggled not to come too soon. My brain was malfunctioning as I tried to think of anything to take my mind off the exotic feeling of Daddy’s mouth on my willy. Have mercy. The feeling of his hot mouth sucking my length. Oh my. His throat squeezed the tip of my willy, and he played with my balls. It was too much. My balls tightened, and I felt my orgasm coming. It was racing up my spine. I reached out and tapped his shoulder to warn him, but Caden just sucked harder and swallowed. With a small cry, my cum was shooting out of me.
Panting, I lay there, reveling in the feeling of my first orgasm with my Daddy—even if I’d come way to soon.
“Can we do that again?” Caden looked at me, grinned, and licked his lips. Oh. Daddy had swallowed my cum. Will he let me do that for him, too? “Can I taste you, too?”
“Yes, and yes
, but first, we’re going to have breakfast.”
“Breakfast is overrated.” I wiggled my ass to get him to touch me again, but Caden stood back up and grabbed more wipes. “Please, I want to see the monster python.” I giggled when Caden dropped the package and bent down to pick them up again. Oh, this was going to be so much fun. Caden stood back up, and I giggled again. The look on his face was priceless. “Can I play with the monster python?”
“Oh. My. God. Will you please stop.” That had me laughing even harder, but when I opened my mouth to tease him a little bit more, Caden shoved a binky between my lips. “The binky stays where it is until I finish cleaning you up, and we’re at the breakfast table.” Next, he shoved a stuffie into my arms. “You hold onto this. If you need to safeword, drop it. Otherwise, you’ll hold on tight.”
Uh, oh. Stern Daddy was even hotter than sweet Daddy. My cock tried to rise again, but Caden pressed the cold wipe against my balls. Obviously, sexy time was over—for now.
Chapter 12
Caden
As soon as I sat Henry down at the table, he dropped the stuffie and grinned up at me and signed, “Breakfast.”
“Is that how a polite Boy asks for breakfast?”
“Sorry, Daddy. Breakfast, please, Daddy.”
“Thank you, that’s much better. Coming right up.”
Of course, Henry giggled like a maniac when I said coming. Rolling my eyes, I walked over and pulled out a divided plate for him and a regular one for me. While I arranged eggs benedict, a waffle, and the fruit salad on his plate, I could hear him humming happily. It was probably the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Henry was bouncing his feet, and he was grinning behind his binky. When he caught me watching him, his grin got even bigger, and he nearly lost his binky. “You can take it out, but one more joke about my cock, and it goes right back in, and there will be no breakfast for you.”
“I’ll be a good Boy, Daddy,” Henry signed, but he couldn’t hide the twinkle in his eyes. “Does no joking mean no playing with it, either?”
“Oh, God.” I’ve created a monster, a sex-driven, cute as hell, little monster. I raised my eyebrow at Henry. “I really should get you that cock cage.”
“Can we look online later? I know a couple of sites where we could find one. There are a lot of sites with toys. Can we get something else, too? Maybe a plug to go with the cage. Or a dildo.”
He was unbelievable. Every other Boy would probably be terrified of the idea of being in a cage. Not Henry. He seemed to revel in the fantasy. He wasn’t the slightest bit intimidated. If anything, he looked excited. But that shouldn’t come as a surprise. When he sent me his list of likes, he’d written down that he wanted to explore edging and come control, along with ass play. Slowly I walked over to where he sat and knelt in front of him.
“I told you before that we’re going to explore everything you want together, Cupcake. If you want to buy some sex toys, we’ll do that.” Henry threw his fist in the air and whopped. “Not so quick. Daddy is still in charge, and Daddy decides what we do and when we do it, right?”
“But we’re going to do it? Are we going to try the cage? And the plug?”
“Yes, Baby.” I chuckled at his enthusiasm. We would see if he was still so excited about it when I locked his willy away. “But first breakfast. Then we go shopping.”
“Okay.” Henry smiled at me like I just hung the moon. Oh, my sweet Boy.
“Okay.”
I got up and kissed him, then I went back to work, while Henry started to hum happily again. Smiling, I filled a sippy cup with fresh orange juice for him and a cup with coffee for me. Then I brought both over to the table. Henry smiled, grabbed his cup, took a sip, and moaned. Did I say that his giggling was the perfect sound? Nah, his moans were. My cock hardened, but I ignored it.
“Is it good?”
“Best orange juice ever.”
“That’s because I bought oranges and made it myself.”
Henry’s eyebrows shot up, and he examined his sippy cup as if he was hoping to find the cure for cancer in there. “For real? I mean, you made it out of real oranges?”
I waited till he looked at me again, but chuckled. “Yes, real juice from real oranges.”
“Wow.”
Okay, so food was one thing to take his mind of sex. Good to know. I tapped his nose with my finger to get his attention again. “What do you want with your waffle? Syrup? Whipped cream? Or do you want to try some homemade marmalade from my mom?” His mouth formed an adorable O before he tilted his head, thinking hard about his choices.
“Can I have all of it?”
“Syrup, whipped cream, and marmalade?”
“Please, Daddy.”
As if I would ever deny him anything. Sex toys or food. My Boy would get everything he wanted. “Ok. But you need to eat your eggs and the fruit salad.”
“Promise.”
“Good Boy.” I kissed his nose and went back to the counter to finish his waffle. Henry giggled behind me. Curious about what had him laughing, I looked back at him. When he caught me looking, he started to laugh out loud.
“What’s so funny?”
“I just figured out something important.”
“Yeah? What?”
More giggling accompanied his signing. “You are such a soft Daddy.”
Oh great. It only took him two days to figure that out. “I’m doomed, aren’t I?”
“I promise I won’t tell anyone. It’s our little secret.”
Yeah sure. Until the other Littles interrogate him about our relationship. The Daddies weren’t that naïve. We knew Littles talked about their Daddies. Only last week, Darrell and Jakob said that they wanted to know what Sam and Josh were giggling about all the time. Back then, I had laughed. Now I had a Little myself, and it was only a matter of time until he joined in with the disaster duo.
“Daddy?”
“Sorry, Baby. I was just thinking about Littles and how much they gossip about their Daddies”.
Henry frowned. “But. I don’t know any other Littles.”
“That’s not true. You know Sam and Josh. And they like you. I wouldn’t be surprised if you get an invitation for a playdate or a sleepover soon.”
“A sleepover?” Henry’s eyes grew wide, and for a moment, the look of wonder was all over his face. “They have sleepovers?”
This time I chuckled. “Yes, the famous disaster duo PJ party.”
“The…what?”
“That’s what Darrell and Jakob call it when they have a sleepover.”
“Disaster duo PJ party?”
“Yes. If you get to know Sam and Josh better, you’ll see what it means.” I winked at him, and Henry giggled. “I’m just not sure if I want you to be a part of a troublesome trio.”
“I’m not trouble.”
“We’ll see.”
Again, I winked at Henry, who huffed but chuckled. The idea of having some troublesome friends seemed to appeal to him. I should call Darrell and Jakob to see if their Boys were up for a sleepover. Yeah, who was I kidding? They’d probably want to come over tonight. But I had other plans for our weekend, and it involved private time with just the two of us. I finished his plate and brought both our breakfast over to him. Henry looked up expectantly, and his smile widened when he saw the waffle.
“There you go, Cupcake.”
“Thank you, Daddy. It looks so yummy.”
“Then, make sure that you eat all of it.”
Half an hour later, his plate was empty, his face smeared with marmalade. When he leaned back and patted his tummy, I chuckled at him.
“That was soooo good. Can we have that tomorrow again?”
“Another special breakfast?”
“Yes, please.” Henry nodded, then a wicked grin showed up. “After another special change, of course.”
“Of course.”
I got up from my chair to get something to clean his face when the doorbell rang. He had the same sys
tem my sister had. There was no sound, but the lights flashed above the elevator door. Quickly I grabbed a dishtowel, wet it, and went back to Henry, who looked confused.
“Let me clean your face, and then you can see who it is. Are you expecting someone?”
“No.”
I quickly cleaned his chin and his cheeks and stepped back so he could get up. I threw the towel on the table and signed, instead of talking, because Henry was barely looking at me.
“Do you want me to come with you?”
“Would you mind?”
“No, of course not.”
“Thank you.” Henry slipped off the stool and took my hand. He turned, but I held him back.
“I’ll always be there when you need me, Henry.”
“Because you’re my Daddy.”
“Yes. And because I really like you and care about you.” That earned me another of his cute smiles, and the concerned expression left his face for a moment. Then the doorbell rang again, and the frown was back. “Come on, let’s see who that is.”
Henry nodded and led me into the short hallway. Henry pressed a button on a security monitor mounted to the wall next to the door. The screen lit up and showed a man casually dressed. After a second or two, he raised a hand and waved. Henry pressed another button, and I could see the man entering the building. I tapped Henry on the shoulder to make him turn and look at me.
“Do you know him?”
Henry swallowed and nodded slowly. “I…I need to speak to him.”
“I’m going to clean up the kitchen, while you talk, okay?”
“I’m sorry. I…had no idea that he would be coming over.”
I smiled at him. “Hey, that happens. Don’t worry about it.” Gently, I kissed him but pulled back when the doors to the elevator slipped open.
The man who stepped out of it was probably in his early fifties, with light brown and gray hair. He wore jeans and a sweatshirt. Even if there wasn’t the telltale bulge from a hidden weapon at his hip, I knew that he was a cop. It was all over the way he held himself and checked me out. I’d worked with enough cops to recognize one when I saw him. He opened his mouth to introduce himself, but Henry beat him to it.