by M. A. Innes
He’d been having fun for a while but for the last few minutes, his legs had gone from bouncy to wiggly. It was one of those little signals I’d learned to read. Climbing down from the bed, I went to sit beside him on the floor.
Bryan was confident enough now that he didn’t need me right there to use his diaper anymore, but it still made him feel better. Safer. And at that point, I thought he could use all the comfort I could give him. “Come sit with Daddy.”
He peeked up at me and bit his lip; it was the cutest expression. “Yes, Daddy.”
Sitting up, he turned around to press his back into my chest. Running my hands up and down his chest, I let him relax and close his eyes. “That’s my good boy.”
He turned to tuck his face against my neck but he just rested it there, not pressing in enough to actually hide. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you, too, Baby.” I never thought I could love somebody so much. It was incredible. And sometimes kind of scary.
We sat like that, cuddling until he relaxed enough to use his diaper. The stress and worry he’d felt the first time he’d done this with me were gone. Now that he understood I wasn’t going to leave him over it and that I liked taking care of him, it was something that had brought us even closer together.
“That’s my good boy.” Giving him a quick hug, I pinched his nipple a little, making him squirm. “Let’s get you cleaned up, Baby.”
We stood up and he walked over to wait by the bed while I got everything ready. Once I had the towel laid out, I gave the bed a pat and told him to climb up. When he was settled, I went to work cleaning him up. When he was ready, instead of putting another diaper on or letting him get dressed, I kept touching him. Keeping him naked and spread out for me, I watched as his cock started to get hard again.
When he was fully erect and his eyes had that sexy, fuck-me look to them, I knew it was time for his spanking. “You were a very naughty boy. Can you tell Daddy what you did?”
He was too turned on to blush, and his brain wasn’t working enough for full sentences. Stammering out a reply, he fought to stay still. It was a losing battle. “The floor…and my diaper…and I was naughty…and my special place.…I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“That’s right. Daddy told you to stop rubbing your special place on the floor.” I tightened my grip on his cock, leaving him breathless for a minute before he moaned, long and low. “Your special place is just for Daddy to touch, isn’t it?”
Looking at me with his eyes glassy and pupils blown, it was like he couldn’t decide if he was actually sorry he’d been bad. “No, that’s just for Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“I’m going to have to give you a spanking, Baby. You need to remember who controls your special places.” My stern voice made him shiver. I loved watching him when his desire took over.
His legs were shaking and he was so close, I had to loosen my grip on his length and slow my hand. I couldn’t have him coming yet. “Yes, Daddy.” His voice was breathless and thick with need.
My sweet baby loved his spankings.
“Over my lap, B.” Climbing onto the bed, I pushed the pillows around and leaned back against the headboard. He rolled and crawled to me, laying himself over my legs. He was so hard, I knew he wasn’t going to last long.
With his dick tucked between my legs, every spank was going to send him closer to the edge. I brought one hand to his back to steady him, and the other to his ass. Rubbing small circles over his full cheeks, I let my fingers get closer and closer to his hole.
“You were very naughty.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I’m going to spank you so you remember how to behave. I’m going to make your bottom nice and red. Every time you sit down, you’re going to remember being bent over my lap.” I gave him a good squeeze and a soft moan escaped.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ll remember. I want to remember every time I sit down. Thank you, Daddy.” Passion filled his voice, and I knew he was seconds away from begging.
Lifting my hand, I brought it down with one swift movement, giving him no chance to prepare. When my hand made contact with his bottom again, there were a few seconds of silence and then the sexiest sound came out of my sweet baby.
Pleading little noises that he didn’t try and hide from me. God, he was so sexy. I brought my hand down again over and over. Working back and forth between each cheek while he squirmed and begged. Sometimes he begged for more. Sometimes he begged to come. Sometimes they were random words that didn’t quite make sense.
It was beautiful.
He fought so hard to hold back but as his bottom got redder and more sensitive, I knew he was at the end of his rope. Tightening my legs around his cock, I gave him one last swat right between his cheeks over his little hole. Letting out a strangled cry, every muscle in his body clenched and he came.
Wanting to draw out his pleasure, I reached under his chest and started flicking one of his tits. Then, I finally stopped teasing around his clenched opening and let my fingers gently caress him. His body relaxed, begging for more. I slipped one finger in and started rubbing circles around his prostate.
With every touch of my finger and pull on his nipple, he came even harder. There couldn’t be any cum left inside of him, but his orgasm kept rolling through him. He was so incredibly sexy like this. Laid out for me, giving himself over to me.
When he was finally too sensitive to orgasm anymore, I gently pulled my finger out and let him lay there. No more tension. No more thinking. My baby was peaceful and calm. All it had taken was play time, a thorough spanking, and an incredible orgasm.
Hopefully, it was enough to keep him relaxed. He’d been so stressed lately that he needed every moment of peace I could give him. Listening to him cry this morning had nearly broken my heart. I’d never felt so damned helpless. I had to find a way to make sure we didn’t lose everything we’d gained over the summer.
He meant the world to me; failure wasn’t an option.
CHAPTER 7
Bryan
Rolling over, I couldn’t figure out what’d woken me up. It took me a few seconds to realize Maddox was gone. That would have definitely done it. He never left the bed at night. Curious and slightly worried, I looked down at myself and decided I would take the risk.
Pulling on the cotton pants that were at the bottom of the bed, I made sure my shirt was covering up any bulge from the diaper. It was easy to see that he wasn’t in the bathroom, so I walked over to the bedroom door and quietly opened it.
Not hearing anything right away, I walked to the stairs and paused. Where could he be? Did he get hungry in the middle of the night? That didn’t sound right. I was halfway down the stairs when I heard voices in the kitchen. What were they doing up?
Walking in there wearing my diaper, even under my clothes, didn’t seem like something I could manage. Waiting on the stairs, I tried to decide what to do. I was finally close enough to hear their conversation, and I was suddenly glad that I hadn’t interrupted.
“Maddox, don’t worry. You didn’t wake me up. I was having a hard time sleeping anyway.”
“Are you sure? I’d feel terrible if I was that loud. I was trying to be quiet.”
“I’m sure. Every time one of the kids leaves, I don’t sleep well. You should have seen me when Bryan went away his freshman year. I didn’t sleep for two days. This is nothing.” I could hear the smile in her voice. It was easy to tell she was settling in for a “mom discussion.”
“Good. Thank you for the hot chocolate.”
Oh, she’d broken out the big guns this time. He was a goner. What was on his mind? She could obviously tell something was wrong. She only made midnight cocoa when we were worried and she was trying to figure out what it was about.
I felt a little bit bad for snooping, but Maddox was mine. If something was on his mind, I needed to know about it. He’d been putting up such a brave front for me, I was glad he was going to talk to Mom. Even if he didn’t know it yet.
She
let him sip his warm drink for a few minutes, but I’d been on the receiving end of this form of interrogation before. This was the calm before the strike. After a little while, she started moving in so I sat down on the stairs to listen.
“You usually don’t get up in the middle of the night. Is everything all right?”
There was a little pause and I could imagine Mad trying to decide what to say. He was so good at protecting my privacy, but I didn’t want him to be afraid to talk if he needed to. I was getting antsy by the time he spoke. “There’s a lot on my mind. Going back to school has never been this hard.”
“You’ve had quite a few changes this summer. Your relationship with Bryan, finding out so much, figuring out a major, and navigating living with someone for the first time. You know, when you boys started sharing his room, I was prepared for all kinds of crazy arguments. The kind most new couples have about squeezing the toothpaste funny and silly things like that. You boys didn’t have any of those.”
His silence was shorter this time and I could almost hear the wheels turning in his head. He had to be desperately trying to figure out where the conversation was going. I was kind of curious as well. This wasn’t where I pictured her taking it.
“No, nothing like that. We each have little things that I’m sure drives the other nuts sometimes, but for the most part, we fit together really well. Like, complement each other. Maybe it’s the lifestyle…maybe it’s us. I don’t know. From the beginning, everything felt right.”
I had to smile because it was true. There were little things but overall, we seemed perfect for each other. I couldn’t imagine fighting with him over some of the crazy things I’d heard people talk about.
“I knew you two were perfect for each other the first time I saw you together. It shouldn’t have surprised me that your relationship has gone so well. You’ve basically had years going through the hard getting-to-know-you phase.”
“Yeah, I guess we have. We hung out for so long that we already worked out a lot of the personality stuff.” I could hear him smile and some of the tension in his voice started to fade.
“Really, you two have been in a relationship for years, even though most people looking in would only see it as a few months.” There was something in her voice but I couldn’t figure it out.
“That’s how it feels. Like we haven’t only been dating for a few months but we dated for years and now we’ve been living together for months. Does that make sense?”
“That’s how I see it.” It felt like there was something she wasn’t saying. “Is that what’s on your mind?”
“Kind of…” I could hear a mug rattling on the table and I pictured him taking a drink. “Living in the dorms feels like going backward—I guess. I’m not sure how to explain it.”
“I understand that. You’re going from living with your partner to dating him again. I’d feel the same way.” Now she paused for a minute. “You know, when you love someone it’s only natural that you want to keep the relationship progressing. What you and Bryan have is more special and requires a lot more trust and understanding than most couples.”
Now I was squirming on the stairs, praying that she wouldn’t say anything else more specific. Please God, do not make me have to eavesdrop on that.
Thankfully, she didn’t go into more detail. “If what you have is special, why do you think you have to go by other people’s timelines?”
Now I was starting to catch on and it seemed like Maddox was, too. “You mean…you don’t think we would be rushing it?”
“I’m not going to judge your relationship based on what is typical for most people. That would be ridiculous, considering everything. I think you are both going to be miserable living apart. You’re already waking up in the middle of the night worried, and I’m betting Bryan isn’t doing any better.” The “mom tone” was back in her in her voice again. “I probably just haven’t caught him yet.”
Maddox chuckled and I heard a cup rattle again. “Yeah…he’s been a little…stressed.”
“A little stressed, huh? I’ll bet.” She knew me too well. There was no way she believed that.
“I don’t know what to do. I’m not sure what he would say. Living together feels like it should be this huge step but it doesn’t to me. It feels obvious and normal.”
“Because you’re ready for it. It’s only huge and scary when deep down you think you might not be ready. When you realize how much you don’t know about your partner. That’s perfectly understandable for most couples. They’re going from dating and seeing them perfect and at their best, to seeing who they are when they’re stressed and cranky.” She chuckled and I could hear cups moving against the table.
“Oh, I have some stories about Bryan’s father and me that would make you laugh.” Then there was silence for a few seconds like the memories were fresh again. “You boys took a different path. You already know all those little things that most people don’t want to share. To me, that would take out so much of the fear.”
“What do you think he would say?” I didn’t like the fear in Daddy’s voice.
“I’ve seen the way he looks at you, Maddox. I know exactly what he would say.”
“There would be so much to work out. And we’re already signed up for the dorms.”
“Yeah, you boys are probably stuck there for a few months, but that will give you time to plan and for you to work up the nerve to bring it up.”
He laughed. I could picture him nodding his head.
“If it’s money that you’re worried about, I should be able to help out. You boys can use the money that I would be paying the school for the dorms. It won’t be enough, but at least it will be a start. I’m sure you can figure out the rest. Bryan’s a wonderful planner, and you are going to be a brilliant accountant so I’m not worried about your finances.”
I thought I heard him sigh. “It’s a lot to think about.”
“There’s no rush. You can talk to him whenever you’re ready. He loves you. He’s not going anywhere.”
“I don’t want to ruin things…going too fast…going too slow…making the wrong choice.”
“You’ll know the right choice when you’re ready. I’m not going to lie and say the next couple of months are going to be easy, but you’ll figure it out.” There was a firm conviction in her voice. It made me warm inside knowing she had that kind of faith in us.
Maddox’s voice cracked. “I…I can’t…it’s going to be weird not having him right there all the time. It might sound dependent or something, but I like being with him. Some guys talk about needing space from their boyfriend or girlfriend and with other guys I could see it, but not with Bryan. I don’t want to go hang out with other people without him. I want him right there with me. Is that weird?”
“No. You keep trying to compare your relationship with someone who has a more traditional path. You boys have something special. Don’t let anyone make you think that you’re making the wrong decision. Only you two can understand what you need.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Maddox. I’m always here for either of you.”
I heard the chairs scraping on the floor and I could tell they were moving around the kitchen. Standing up, I started walking up the stairs quietly as mom told him good night. I wasn’t sure if he was moving around, but it was a good guess that he’d be coming back upstairs soon.
It wasn’t until I was in our bed again, trying to pretend to be asleep that I had a chance to think through what they’d said. I understood why Maddox was afraid it would be too soon. I’d had the same thoughts, but I could also see Mom’s point of view.
We’d been living together for months. We shopped together and shared the room. We hung out together and even worked together. I couldn’t imagine there being a situation we’d run into living in our own place that we hadn’t already dealt with.
The idea of being with him all the time felt right. It made me feel warm and safe. I would love having Daddy aroun
d constantly…spending evenings studying together or being his baby if nothing else had to be done.
I couldn’t lose Daddy.
Living apart and going back to the dorms felt like I was keeping my boyfriend Maddox but losing my Dom…losing Daddy. I loved both parts of him but I needed both as well. If we could get an apartment together, then I wouldn’t have just one piece of him. It might sound a little bit selfish but I needed everything, not simply the normal dating aspect.
My mind was still racing when I heard the door open. I wasn’t sure if he wanted to talk or not, so I closed my eyes and let him climb into bed without saying anything. When he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close I sighed and opened my eyes.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m good. I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Subtle never worked for me but I was going to try anyway. Cuddling into his chest I started rubbing circles on his shirt. “You know you can talk to me if you’re worried.”
“I know. There was just a lot going through my head.”
“You work it out?”
“Yup.” Now a teasing note was starting to creep into his voice so I looked up. His eyes were laughing even though he was trying to keep a straight face. “And I know you know that I worked it out. Do you want to guess how I figured it out?”
Damn, he caught me.
Had I made too much noise on the stairs? No, that couldn’t have been it. I’d walked down them so many times I automatically knew where the squeaky ones were. How had he guessed? “How did you know?”
“Next time you’re going to pretend to be innocent, take your pants off before you get back into bed, sleepy.”
Shit.
I knew there was something I’d forgotten. But I’d been so focused on what they’d been talking about. I let my head fall back to his chest and sighed. “I didn’t mean to overhear…I just missed you in bed. I was going to find you.”
“And when you found me you didn’t want to interrupt, huh?” His chuckle rumbled through his chest.
“Of course. I was trying to be polite. And then there was the whole diaper thing…with Mom in the room…well, you know.”