Soothe Me, Daddy

by Elouise East

  As Isaac crawled off the bed, he murmured, “You’re going to be the death of me.” To which, Henley grinned.

  “In such a nice way, though.”

  Isaac snorted and disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a damp, warm cloth. He carefully wiped Henley’s ass, balls, stomach and sensitive cock then threw it into the wash basket. Climbing back into bed, Isaac opened his arms for Henley, who turned and snuggled into what was fast becoming his favourite position. Isaac pulled the covers over them and wrapped Henley tight.

  “Thank you, Daddy.”

  “What for?” Isaac pressed a kiss to the top of Henley’s head.

  “For taking care of me. I think that helped me to fall asleep last night. Usually, if I am worked up and hard, I wouldn’t be able to think about anything else, making the night so long unless I did something about it. But with you…I felt content. I knew I would be fine.”

  “That’s my job, sweet boy. To care for you, and I love that I can do that for you.”

  ****

  “Henley? Can I speak to you, please?” Mr Sanders leaned down close to where Henley was sitting in the office. They had been back from the warehouse for a little over half an hour when Isaac was called into the manager’s office. Ten minutes ago, he came storming out of the room, face looking like thunder, and walked straight out of the office without saying anything.

  “Sure. Is everything okay?”

  “Let’s speak in my office, please.”

  Henley followed him to the spacious room with several large windows overlooking the surrounding trees. Where the office was based was on the edge of an industrial estate, and the trees were there to offset the environmental effects of having the buildings there. Almost as if the companies were apologising to the earth for taking over nature.

  As he sat, he noticed Mr Sanders leaning his elbows against his desk with a frown on his face.

  “Henley. There has been a claim of sexual harassment against Isaac.”

  “What! No way! He—”

  “The claimant says you are the victim.”

  Henley was stunned to silence, his mouth gaping as he gawked at his boss.

  “I can see that has shocked you.”

  Henley snorted. “Yeah, a little. Who would say that? And why?”

  “I need to ask you a few questions.” Henley nodded. “Has Isaac ever made any sexual advances towards you that you did not wish for?”

  Trying to withhold his smirk at how the question was phrased, Henley swallowed before answering, “None that were not wanted.”

  Mr Sanders smiled. “Are you in a relationship with Isaac?”

  Henley grimaced. As far as he knew, there were no rules about colleagues dating, but he was hesitant to get them into trouble if he’d missed something. He had to go with the truth, though. “Yes.”

  His boss nodded. “Thank you for being honest. As you are probably aware, it is not against the rules, though, we request that PDA’s are kept to a minimum. I’ve spoken to Isaac, who, understandably, is upset about the claim. I must admit, I had never put much faith in it, but I had to follow the protocol. I have a feeling the claimant has an axe to grind against Isaac, so keep an eye on him for me.”

  Henley blew out a breath. “Who would do that to him? Isaac has never hurt anyone. He is probably the best of all of us.”

  “You’re right there, which is another reason why I was so uneasy about the claim.” His boss sighed. “I told Isaac he wasn’t allowed to speak with you before I did, which is probably why he stormed out of the office. So, I permit you to grab all your stuff—yours and his—and head home. Forget about work for the rest of the day. I will be dealing with the claimant anyway, so it would be better if you weren’t around.”

  “Yes, sir. And thank you for believing in Isaac.”

  Mr Sanders grinned. “He’s a good one. Keep tight hold of him.”

  “I plan to,” Henley replied with a laugh.

  Henley exited the office to find several eyes tracking his movements, but he ignored them all. He switched off his laptop after saving what he’d been working on, did the same to Isaac’s laptop, closed them both down and placed them in their bags. Flinging both bags over his shoulders, grabbing their lunch bags and coats, he felt like a packhorse, but he headed out of the office to find Isaac. First stop was at the car, which was where he hoped to find Isaac.

  And he was correct. The passenger door was wide open, and Isaac was sitting sideways in the seat with his feet on the ground outside, elbows on his thighs, head in his hands.

  “Hey, troublemaker,” Henley spoke softly so as not to make Isaac jump. When there was no response, he moved to stand in front of him, carefully setting the bags on the ground next to his feet, then crouched down, resting his hands on Isaac’s clenched ones.

  “Who would do that?” Isaac’s tone caused Henley’s heart to break. Whoever thought that this man in front of him could harm a fly was well out of order.

  “No one who matters. I straightened it all out with Mr Sanders. He knows we are in a relationship, and he’s happy with it.”

  Isaac peeked up at him at that. “He is?”

  Henley nodded. “Yep. Even told me to keep tight hold of you and never let you go.” He smirked. “It was part of my plan all along so…” He shrugged. “Oh, and bonus, he let us finish work already. So, we can head home. Whatever will we do with ourselves?” He waggled his eyebrows up and down and stuck his tongue out the corner of his mouth.

  Shaking his head, Isaac rubbed his hands over his face and sat upright. Henley leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Isaac’s mouth, and pulled away. “Boss said PDA’s must be kept to a minimum but didn’t say we couldn’t do anything at all.”

  Isaac laughed. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go home.”

  ****

  Chapter 12

  Isaac

  “Yeah, he’s mine, so you can’t have him,” Henley stated as he strode over to Isaac and wrapped his arms around his waist.

  “Henley!” Isaac admonished.

  “She was asking!”

  “You’re also asking…” He left the rest of that sentence out, knowing exactly what conclusion Henley would come to.

  Henley bit his lip, and Isaac knew he wanted to say, “Yes, Daddy,” but wouldn’t while they were working. Since Mr Sanders had confirmed their relationship was fine two weeks ago, Henley had been a lot more visibly flirtatious at work, and although Isaac didn’t mind, he didn’t want their work to suffer, or for the stores they were visiting to complain. Their boss hadn’t named names for the claimant of the sexual harassment accusation, but he wanted to keep his head down, nonetheless.

  “Aww, that’s so cute!” the brown-haired woman said, clasping her hands at her chest.

  They worked through the sudden influx of staff before there was a break, and Isaac took the opportunity to talk to Henley about the following week.

  “So, do you have any questions about next week? Anything you’re unsure about?” Isaac carried the cups to Henley, setting Henley’s tea in front of him and wrapping his hands around his coffee.

  “What’s next week?” Henley’s brow furrowed.

  “The end of your training. You’ll be on your own from next week.”

  “I…You…” Henley ducked his head, appearing to be lost for words.

  “You knew it was coming. You can’t work with me all the time.” Isaac sat down next to him, resting his hand on his back.

  “I know. I just…it seems like it’s gone so quickly.” Henley smiled, a fake one if ever there was, and added, “But I’ll be fine. I can’t think of anything I may have problems with, and you’re at the end of a phone if there is.”

  Isaac knew Henley was trying to sound cheerful, but he was failing abysmally.

  “You will be absolutely fine, Henley. I have no worries about you at all.” Except for his current reaction to working alone, which was concerning. As Isaac had told Henley, he knew it was coming, it was part of the job description t
hat execs worked alone unless the store was a large one, when usually two execs worked together, but it didn’t happen often.

  Henley appeared more subdued for the rest of the day, and Isaac decided he needed to rest and relax when they got home. Luckily, Isaac had driven them both that day, so he could drive them home and allow Henley to work through whatever was bugging him. Although that was what he did, Isaac was unused to the quiet interior for the three-hour journey. It was funny how easy it was to get comfortable with a new normal.

  There wasn’t a murmur of protest from Henley when Isaac parked at his apartment. He exited the car, grabbed his bag and followed Isaac up. When they entered, Isaac did what he’d wanted to do all day, he began pampering his boy. He helped him out of his coat and shoes, took his bag from him, grabbed him a glass of juice and hustled him to the bathroom. Isaac was becoming concerned with how quiet Henley was.

  Sitting Henley on the closed toilet seat, Isaac plugged the bath and turned on the taps. As he squirted in some muscle relaxing bubble bath, the scent of lavender filled the room.

  Isaac noticed Henley had not drunk his juice. “Drink, sweetheart.” He furrowed his brow at the vacant expression on Henley’s face. Isaac made a decision. If Henley was not talking or responding by the time the bath was ready, he would call in reinforcements.

  At his push, Henley drank the juice, a few sips before draining the whole glass. Isaac exhaled for the first time since entering the apartment. The whole Daddy lifestyle was different for each person, and although there were some similarities between relationships, most of it was fine-tuned for the specific boy. So, what worked for Mateo wouldn’t necessarily be what Henley needed. It was Isaac’s job to figure out the best way to take care of Henley, and if he needed help to do that, so be it.

  When Henley had finished his juice, Isaac took the glass from him and pulled him up to stand. The buttons on his pale blue shirt were small, and Isaac fumbled a bit, but before long, they were undone. Sliding his hands up Henley’s chest and over his shoulders, he pushed the shirt off and let it fall to the floor. Henley’s gaze was now on Isaac, a little spark kindling in the blue depths.

  Isaac glanced down, pulling the belt from its clasp and removing it from the belt loops before dropping it with the shirt. Gaze still on his hands, Isaac unfastened the trouser buttons and zipper, allowing them to drop to the floor. Henley was left in his briefs, which enclosed a semi-hard cock. Isaac raised an eyebrow. If Henley was only partially hard at this point, something was definitely weighing on his mind.

  Seemingly without thought, Isaac’s hands found their way into the waistband of Henley’s underwear and pushed them under his ass, sliding his hands forward to lift it over his shaft. Inhaling and clenching his jaw to withhold from reaching for the beautiful sight, Isaac dropped to his knees…for a different reason. He tapped Henley’s left foot, removing the layers of material and his sock, and repeated on the other side.

  Once Henley was stripped, Isaac switched off the taps and grabbed Henley’s hand, leading him to the soothing warmth. Helping him into the bath, Isaac crouched and propped a bath pillow behind his head.

  “Rest, sweetheart. I will be back in a few minutes. Alright?” He brushed his hand across Henley’s hair.

  “Yes, Daddy,” Henley mumbled, eyes closed.

  “Don’t fall asleep, though,” Isaac whispered as he pressed a kiss to the side of his head.

  A ghost of a smile formed on Henley’s mouth, so Isaac called that a win. He exited the bathroom and strode to the front door, where he had left his coat and phone. Unlocking his phone, he called up a contact, dialled and pressed it to his ear.

  “Hey, Isaac. Is everything alright?”

  “I hope so, Ariel, but I need your help.”

  “Is Henley okay? What can I do?” She shushed someone—probably Arianne—on the other end of the line.

  “He’s…alright, but he’s gone silent on me. I mentioned that next week he would be working by himself, and he withdrew into himself. I’m dealing with it as I would, but I wondered whether having his sisters, family or friends around him would be better? What do you think?”

  “He certainly doesn’t need to go out,” she said in a motherly tone. “I think if you had a couple of people over to distract him, he might open up later on.”

  Isaac nodded, though she couldn’t see him. “That’s what I thought. Who is best, though? Sisters?”

  “Yes. Arianne and I will come over, and I’ll see if I can get Becca to come as well. Tracey is out of town, but we can always get her on video call if needed.”

  “Thanks, Ariel. I appreciate this.”

  “You’re welcome, Isaac. You’ve been looking after him so well, let us take some of the burdens for now.”

  Isaac didn’t mention that none of this was considered a burden as far as he was concerned, he wanted what was best for Henley, and he was still learning what that was. At this moment, Henley was unable to tell him what he wanted, so he had to go to another source.

  He gave Ariel his address, and she promised to be there in an hour. It gave him enough time to get Henley cleaned and dressed in comfortable clothes.

  He put a few snacks and another juice on a tray and took it to the sofa. When Henley was out, he’d sit down with him and feed him a few bites until his sisters arrived when he would order takeaway for them all.

  The bathroom was overly warm when he returned, and he rolled up his sleeves before kneeling next to the bath.

  “Hey, sweetheart. How are you feeling?”

  “Like a limp noodle,” came the response, causing Isaac to chuckle and his tension to release a little. If Henley was making jokes, he was coming back to earth.

  “Perfect. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He reached for a sponge and the body wash, soaping it up and rubbing it across every inch of skin he could reach. Sliding his arm behind Henley and lifting him forward so he could wash his back, Isaac understood what Henley meant about being so relaxed. He was a lot heavier than usual, but he managed.

  After cleaning and rinsing his back, Isaac helped him sit back again and brushed the sponge down his stomach to his groin. The soft cock perked up a little, but Isaac purposefully avoided that area, for now. He lifted each of Henley’s legs then moved back up to his shaft. This time he grabbed Henley’s cock to clean all around and under it and his balls, sliding the sponge into his crack, as well.

  By the time he was finished, Henley’s cock was happy to see him. Leaning back to check the clock through the open door, which was situated on the wall of the bedroom, he realised they had a bit of time.

  Isaac grasped Henley’s cock in a tight fist, stroking up and down in slow movements. As he reached the head, he added a twist of his hand, like he’d seen Henley do previously, before retracing his path. Henley’s hips twitched in response to the stimulus, and his throaty moans were escalating. He increased his speed, and Henley’s hands reached up to grasp the handles on the side of the bath, gripping them tightly.

  “Please, Daddy. I’m so close.” Henley’s head thrashed on the pillow as the water rippled around his body in time with Henley’s thrusts up into Isaac’s hand.

  “Come, sweet boy. Come for me.”

  Isaac watched the expressions crossing Henley’s face as the orgasm ripped through him. His mouth gaped open, and his back arched just before his climax hit, then his stomach contracted, and he curled in on himself as his cock released his come. Henley’s eyes were squeezed shut, his breathing laboured, and a flush coated his body. Beads of perspiration slid down his cheeks as his arms dropped into the bath, and his head rested back.

  Complete and utter relaxation. Mission accomplished.

  Isaac smiled at Henley and stood to grab a towel from the radiator. “Come on, sleepyhead. Time to get out.” Hooking the towel over his forearm, Isaac held out his hands for Henley’s, taking his weight and pulling him to stand when he grabbed on. Once he had stepped out of the bath, Isaac quickly towelled him off and wrapped the towel aro
und his waist.

  Linking their fingers together, Isaac dragged Henley to the bedroom and sat him on the end of the bed. Turning to the drawers, he contemplated the options. Henley had brought a few clothes to keep here over the last couple of weeks, so he had a change of clothes if he needed them, so at least Isaac didn’t have to find something of his own to fit him.

  Choosing a tank, a fluffy jumper and some pyjama bottoms, Isaac pivoted back to Henley. He kneeled in front of him once more, gazing into his eyes.

  “How do you feel, sweetheart?” he asked as he slid the pyjamas on, helping Henley to stand momentarily when he removed the towel and pulled up the trousers.

  Henley sniffed as he sat. “Cared for.” He lifted his gaze to Isaac’s. “Loved,” he whispered.

  Isaac smiled and cupped his cheek. “You are.”

  Tears shimmered in Henley’s eyes, but a beautiful grin lit up his face. There was his boy. Henley was coming back to him.

  Isaac helped Henley into the tank and jumper and watched as Henley snuggled himself into it. He made a mental note that the jumper was a comfort for Henley. He might need that information in the future.

  “I’ve got some snacks ready. Come on.” Threading their fingers once more, Isaac led the way to the sofa, sitting and positioning Henley’s side to his chest, Henley’s back against the arm of the sofa. The tray was within reach, so he passed Henley the juice, encouraging him to drink it all, and picked up some grapes. One by one, he fed them to Henley, enjoying each time Henley took a piece from his hand and rested his head on Isaac’s shoulder as he chewed it.

  Once the food and juice were gone, Isaac pushed the tray away and wrapped his arms fully around Henley. They stayed that way until the doorbell rang. Henley lifted his head, his forehead creased.

  “Who’s that?”

  Isaac smiled. “We won’t know unless we open the door.”

  Henley chuckled and stood. Isaac helped steady him before shuffling in the direction of the door. He opened it with a flourish, beckoning everyone in when he saw Henley’s three sisters. “Welcome, ladies.”