by M. A. Innes
Mason managed not to look away but Edward could tell that it was hard for his boy. “Sippy cup. The red one, please.” Then Mason looked away. “The bottles aren’t for dinner. They’re for later…like bedtime.”
“All right, thank you for telling me.” Edward grabbed the red cup and then stepped closer to Boy. Setting the cup and plate on the counter, Edward wrapped one hand around Mason, pulling him close. With the other, he cupped Mason’s face, guiding him to look up at Edward.
Waiting for a moment to make sure he had Mason’s full attention, Edward looked at his boy and pulled him even closer. When their bodies were flush against one another and Edward was sure Mason could feel the erection trapped between them, he bent his head down and pressed their foreheads together. “Boy, one day, when you’re ready, I would love to be the first man to hold you close and give you that bottle at bedtime…the only man to give you that bottle as you’re tucked in and cuddled. One day, when you’re ready.”
Then, swallowing Mason’s gasp of surprise, Edward leaned closer and brought their lips together for the first time. Mason’s lips were soft and full, begging to be kissed. Tasting his boy for the first time, every worry and fear faded away. This was where he was meant to be, with Boy in his arms.
Running his lips over Boy’s, Edward licked and tasted every inch. Learning from Mason’s beautiful responses how he loved to be caressed and nibbled. How a little bite made Mason’s knees weak.
At Mason’s pleasured moan, Edward deepened the kiss and slid his tongue into his boy’s hot mouth. Edward could feel Mason’s start of surprise as his tongue caressed his boy’s for the first time.
Trapping Mason tightly in his arms, Edward teased and licked, kissed and nipped. Showing Mason in the most obvious way he could how much his daddy wanted him, and how erotic he found every kink and need.
Breaking away from Mason’s mouth, Edward kissed and licked his jaw, tasting his soft skin. Working his way to Mason’s ear, Edward loved hearing Boy’s moans of pleasure as he discovered the sensitive spot just below his ear. Mason shivered and gasped when Edward used his teeth to nibble and tug.
“One day, Boy. I’m going to fill that bottle, dress you in your special diapers, and tuck you into bed. Then I’m going to cuddle you and hold you while I feed you from your bottle. You’re not going to have to pretend or hold it yourself. Your daddy is going to take care of you, sweet boy.”
Pulling away just enough to look down at his boy, Edward looked down at his swollen, well-kissed mouth and passion-filled eyes, and hated to pull away. As much as he would love to continue showing Mason exactly how much he wanted him, something was distracting him.
“Boy, I think something’s burning.”
“Shit!” Mason pulled away and dashed to the stove. It was the potatoes. They weren’t burned, just very well done. Mason had wanted the potatoes lightly fried, but Edward spent the next five minutes assuring Mason that they would be just as good crispy.
After being told very nicely to go back to the table—he might have been hovering a bit—Edward decided that because Mason was already distracted and focused on dinner it would be the perfect time to discuss their date.
“I was looking at the calendar earlier. While I have several evenings free this week that would work well for a night out, I thought having our age-play date on Saturday might work better.”
Mason stumbled a bit as he was pacing across the kitchen but the pressing need to finish dinner seemed to prevent him from becoming too embarrassed. “Um, why would it be better?”
“I thought that perhaps we would feel too rushed during the week and I know you’ve been putting in more hours lately for your current projects.” In fact, Edward had noticed Mason was working long hours most days. Almost every night last week when he’d called Mason in the evening he’d still been working.
“That makes sense.” Mason blushed and Edward could tell that there was something on his mind.
“Did you have any specific fantasies you would like to address for our date?” And there it was. Mason blushed deeper this time and almost dumped the potatoes he was trying to plate all over the counter. His boy obviously had a fantasy or something he was drawn to. However, Would he tell Edward? was the key question.
Mason took a deep breath and finished plating the food before he responded. If Edward hadn’t been playing such close attention to Boy, he would have missed the hesitant, embarrassed nod.
Well, it was a start in the right direction, but Edward still needed to know what Mason was thinking. Without playing twenty questions, he wasn’t sure of the easiest way to get his boy to open up.
“I was thinking that I would like to keep things simple for our first date as Boy and Daddy.”
Mason managed to bring the plates over to the table without stumbling but Edward could see how hard he was working to maintain his composure. Edward vacillated between finding Mason’s embarrassment cute and frustrating.
While Mason’s blushes and sweet nervousness made Edward want to take his boy in his arms, it was incredibly frustrating to know Mason needed something but that Edward didn’t know what.
Deciding that it would be safer for Boy if he waited until Mason was sitting before delving further into the conversation, Edward paused the conversation until Mason brought the cups over and sat down to his left at the little square table before he continued.
“I have to say, Boy. Dinner looks incredible.” It did. The steaks were cooked to perfection and the potatoes, while crisp, were delicious looking. Mason’s “quick salad” that he seemed to throw together in seconds was colorful and fresh. Edward knew without a doubt he would never have been able to make anything close to it.
“Thank you.” Mason smiled, enjoying Edward’s praise.
“No, thank you for cooking such an impressive dinner for us.”
They ate in silence for a few minutes before Edward brought up their date again. “In previous discussions, we have both mentioned control. Specifically, controlling when and how you get to orgasm. I think that orgasm control and denial would be a good place to start our date. What is your feeling on the subject?”
From Mason’s flushed face and the way he almost choked on his steak, Edward already knew the answer. That didn’t mean he didn’t want to hear Mason say it, though. He had to know Mason wanted it as much as he did.
As Mason cleared his throat, Edward brought the sippy cup up to his mouth and held it for him while he drank. Watching Mason squirm in his seat had Edward cursing the table. He knew that if he could see his boy’s lap, his erection would be obvious.
“Um…I…um…yes, Daddy.” Mason tried to reach for his fork again but Edward put his hand on Boy’s before he could continue. That was not going to be enough of an answer, unfortunately.
“I need more of an answer.” Edward pushed back the part that was getting a perverse thrill out of knowing how turned on and embarrassed Mason was, and tried to be patient and calm.
Focusing his attention on Mason, Edward made it clear that he would need to give a more complete answer.
“I…I…” Mason took a deep breath and tightened his grip on Edward’s hand. Edward couldn’t have been prouder of his boy or more turned on. “I think that the control is a good place to start.”
Mason’s entire body tensed as he said control but he managed to complete the sentence. Edward squeezed his hand before pushing things a bit further. “In our previous discussions you indicated that as your daddy, I would be the one to give you permission for any orgasms. Is that still your desire?”
Eyes closing, Mason took another deep breath, “Yes, Daddy. I want you to have control over my…my orgasms.”
A few more deep breaths and Mason looked ready for Edward to continue. “I have given this a great deal of thought and I think that the simplest rule regarding your masturbation and orgasms is that you will need to ask for permission before you touch yourself in any way that is not for hygiene or necessity.”
Again, Ma
son’s whole body tightened as Edward talked about controlling his boy. His boy’s obvious erotic pleasure at Edward’s words was making it hard for Edward to have a coherent conversation.
“For the remainder of the week, to prepare for our first time in our respective roles, I am going to strictly enforce the rule. There will be no orgasms this week. Is that clear, Boy?”
Mason’s eyes popped open. “None? For the week?”
Edward couldn’t resist smiling; Mason’s embarrassment was nothing in the way of his desire to come. “Yes. No orgasms for the entire week. Think of this as an exercise in obeying your daddy.”
The shiver that raced through Mason rattled the table, “A week? Not even once?”
“Not even once. If this becomes an issue of your inability to constrain your orgasms and erections, you will need to let me know. I have purchased something that will make sure you follow the rules should it become necessary.”
The whole table rattled with the force of the shiver that raced through Mason. His hand tightening on Edward’s and his blown pupils showed Edward just how erotic Mason was finding the conversation.
“Will you be able to tell me if you cannot restrain yourself?” Edward wasn’t sure if Mason would be able to articulate the need or not.
“I—I…maybe?” Mason looked down at their hands and fidgeted in his seat. “I’ll try to tell you, Daddy.”
“You want to be Daddy’s good boy, don’t you?” Edward’s voice came out husky and low.
Mason shivered again, rattling their cups. “Yes, Daddy. I want…I want to be your good boy.”
“All right then.” Edward knew that Mason’s embarrassment would be a significant tell in itself, so he wasn’t worried that Mason might not be able to articulate the problem if it arose.
Mason took a few more bites and pushed the food around on his plate randomly for a few minutes without saying anything. Edward could tell that there was something else on his mind but he didn’t want to push. He’d given his boy quite a lot to think about in the last few minutes so he thought pushing now would be counterproductive.
After a few minutes, Mason seemed to come to some resolution about his thoughts. Curious more than worried, Edward watched as Mason opened and closed his mouth several times before he began to speak.
“Does the…does the rule about…about touching…about, well, orgasms start now or later?” Obviously finding it hard to get the words out, Mason stuttered and blushed.
Distracted by Mason’s embarrassment and obvious arousal, Edward almost missed Mason’s actual words. When did it start? Why would it start…ohhh.
Edward had to concentrate on his response because as he deciphered Mason’s request his painful arousal grew even harder. “Depending on your preference for the evening, there could be some discussion as to when exactly the denial will start. However, my control over your orgasms will begin immediately.”
That was definitely going to start right away. Between Edward’s personal preference for control and Mason’s obvious desire, they were both too turned on by the idea to stop the implementation.
“Before we discuss anything else about this evening, you need to finish your dinner and drink your milk. Pushing the food around the plate is not eating.”
Mason laughed a little then picked up his fork. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” He loved watching his boy shiver. Edward remembered the beautiful noises that came from the dark. He couldn’t wait to see his boy this time, not just hear him.
They finished their dinner in relative quiet. Both highly preoccupied with what was to come, small talk was not worth the effort. Edward’s thoughts raced as he tried to plan the direction of the evening.
Realistically, he knew there was only so much he could plan, that at some point a logical outline wouldn’t be reasonable. However, he knew that at the very least he needed a basic outline to begin the evening. Spontaneity was overrated. He wanted to be sure that he pleased Mason, not just hope it worked out that way.
CHAPTER 11
Mason didn’t know how long he was going to be able to sit at the table eating dinner like it was any other casual meal. Just cooking for Edward was hard enough because he’d wanted everything to come out perfect. But when Daddy had started talking about their age-play date, the combination of nerves and dirty fantasies had just about sent him over the edge.
He wasn’t sure he wanted to know what else Edward had been thinking about for the date because just hearing him talk about the control and denial had made Mason’s cock so hard he hurt.
The fact that his cock was trapped, pressed hard against the zipper of his pants was even hotter. He was probably crazy but even the painful bite of the zipper pressed against him was erotic. Mason desperately wanted to adjust his cock but he didn’t want Edward to think that he was trying to play with himself.
God, he wasn’t sure how he was going to go a week without masturbating. Just thinking about their dates and what they’d done so far had him hard in seconds. He’d come more this week than he had in the past month before he’d met Edward. God, he wasn’t going to make it.
Just listening to his daddy’s very proper tone describing how Mason needed to ask before touching himself and how he wasn’t going to get to come this week had Mason’s cock leaking so hard he was pretty sure the front of his pants were wet. He couldn’t even imagine how turned on and desperate he would have to be before he called Edward and asked for permission.
Maybe that was the point. He’d wanted a daddy’s stern control for so long and Edward knew it. Mason wasn’t very good at saying what he wanted, but Daddy always seemed to know.
He was finally getting what he wanted, but now that he’d gotten it, he thought he might burst into flames at any moment. It was so much hotter and so much more erotic than he ever thought it would be. There had always been a small fear in the back of his mind that worried what would happen when he finally got what he wanted.
Would it be as hot as he’d pictured or would it be awkward and disappointing? That fear disappeared as Edward described how Mason’s pleasure was only with Edward’s permission. His daddy’s permission. God, how hot was that?
Finally managing to finish the rest of dinner, Mason’s whole body was so stiff and uncomfortable he had a hard time even clearing the table. His hard cock rubbed against the rough fabric of his jeans and the rigid teeth of the zipper as he walked back and forth clearing the table.
Edward had offered to help, but having him hovering around the kitchen made Mason nervous. His kitchen was so small that they would constantly bump into each other if they weren’t careful. Mason’s nerves wouldn’t be able to take that right now.
He was mortified when he’d stood up from the table and noticed the wet spot on his jeans. It wouldn’t have been so noticeable if his cock hadn’t been trying to burst the seams of his pants. There was no way to hide it.
Daddy didn’t mind. Just looking at the heat and passion that radiated from him as he watched Mason move around the room had Mason even harder and the wet spot growing bigger. Mason finally broke the silence as he pulled dessert from the fridge.
“I don’t really know how to bake so I picked up a cheesecake the other day. I hope that’s okay?” He thought he remembered Edward mentioning cheesecake at the restaurant but he’d started second guessing himself and now he wasn’t sure.
“That sounds delicious. How about you cut one big piece and we’ll share it?” Mason flashed back to sharing that first dessert and he couldn’t control the shiver that raced through him. Daddy’s watchful gaze didn’t miss the obvious sign of Mason’s pleasure.
Cutting a large piece of the cheesecake, Mason set it on a regular plate. As he reached into the silverware drawer to grab more spoons, Edward spoke in his deep measured voice. “One regular one, Boy, and one of the special ones from the cabinet.”
Cock jerking in his pants so hard he nearly groaned, Mason walked to the other side of the kitchen and took out one of the s
mall special spoons. It was red and plastic and the handle was shaped like a train. Mason blushed as he carried it to the table but it wasn’t really from embarrassment any longer.
His whole body heated as he thought about sitting on Edward’s lap again. As he reached the table, Edward pushed back just enough that Mason knew where he was supposed to sit. Setting the plate and spoons down in front of Edward, Mason paused, unsure of what to do next.
Seeing his indecision, Edward’s arms came up and guided him down onto his lap. His daddy’s arms were warm and strong as they wrapped around him. But Daddy’s cock was hard and long as it pressed into his ass. There was no hiding how turned on Edward was. Mason loved that. He loved how Edward never hid his reactions from Mason.
Shifting and squirming to settle into Edward’s lap more comfortably, Mason loved hearing the moan that escaped Edward. Smiling what was probably a naughty grin, Mason couldn’t help tightening his ass as Edward’s erection pressed harder against him.
Edward’s reaction was to reach down and pinch his butt. God, that was sexy. “Stop that, Boy.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Watching Edward pick up the plastic train spoon, a shiver raced through Mason. It was so simple and would probably be silly to some people, but watching Edward with that little red spoon was incredibly erotic.
He wasn’t sure if it was the spoon, the fact that he was doing his best to work Mason’s fantasies into their everyday life, or just the fact that his daddy was taking care of him. Whatever it was, it was so incredibly hot.
Edward scooped up small bite of the creamy cheesecake and brought it to Mason’s mouth. Slowly alternating between gently feeding Mason and taking bites for himself, Edward took his time. It was the best kind of torture.
Feeling his daddy’s hand as it rested on his ass and feeling the hard cock that was tormenting him, Mason’s cock was harder than ever. Halfway through the dessert, Mason couldn't fight the urge to move his cock any longer. He tried to be subtle but curled up on his daddy’s lap there wasn’t any way to hide his need.