Giddy Up, Daddy (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #5)

Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

Bo

Of all the things I’d have liked to talk about or do with Elle, my dynamic with Nate wasn’t high on the list. At least not for tonight, but it’s not fair to expect him to put up a front.

“Nate and I are equals,” I start, making that exceptionally clear. “In work, in our relationship, in parenthood, in just about every aspect of our lives.”

Elle nods expectantly.

“But not in the bedroom.”

“And sometimes not outside the bedroom either,” Nate adds.

Before Elle can say anything, he’s quick to clarify. “But don’t worry, I like it that way. It’s right for us. Bo is just naturally dominant, and I like it when he takes care of me.”

“And if… when… you add someone to your relationship, would Bo be… their Daddy too?” I can’t tell by the tone of her voice how she feels. I hate that, but honesty is the best policy.

“That’s the hope.”

“Actually,” Nate interjects, “the hope is that whoever we join with would be our babygirl. That she would be comfortable submitting to both of us. Because while I choose to submit to Bo, I do have a dominant side.”

“You do?”

It’s clear that Elle is following, that she knows at least in part, the terms we are using. So far the part she seems most surprised about is learning that Nate is a switch, that he can be both a top and a bottom. I get that. Sometimes it surprises me too. I could never do it.

“What does it mean, be your babygirl? Do you mean act like a child?”

“No, I mean not for us. It’s like a submissive, but we aren’t just dominant. We’re Daddies. We need to be able to have that nurturing, to take care of you in every way possible. To dote, and cherish.”

“But to submit to both of you, while Nate submits only to you? How does that work? What does that even look like? What does it mean?”

It’s good that she’s asking questions, but it’s not that complicated. And I’m getting tired of talking. I’d rather show her.

I catch Nate’s gaze, and an unspoken agreement passes between us. We won’t force anything, but it’s time to show Elle exactly what we mean.

Reaching, I take her hand in mine. “We could show you if you like.”

Nate adds, “It’s not like we’ve got anything else to do.”

The storm is still raging on outside, and I can tell the thunder and loud pouring rain is making Elle nervous. “It will take our minds off this terrible weather,” I cajole. Instead of waiting for her answer, I reach over her for Nate, and take his hand.

“Babyboy, have you been good today?”

His chest heaves, and Elle’s mouth drops into an ‘o’.

“Yes, Daddy,” Nate breathes.

I’m not surprised. We don’t have a lot of rules because so much rides on us being equals in so many aspects of our lives. “Well, then it sounds like my babyboy deserves a reward. Would you like that, baby? Would you like Daddy to reward you for all your good behavior?”

Nate’s breathing is ragged. He leans forward and his tongue darts out, wetting his lips. “Yes, please, Daddy.”

My cock twitches and hardens, as I prepare to give him a command. Because even when I’m rewarding him, he must submit to me. I need Elle to see that. To see how powerful it is. I’m really hoping she’ll be turned on enough to consider wanting the same. From both of us. The relationship can’t go any further if she doesn’t. This one thing is really our only non-negotiable.

“Get up, babyboy, and strip.” With my eyes I communicate to him to use a safeword to let me know if there’s anything he’s not comfortable with doing in front of Elle, but for now, it looks like all systems are go.

Nate lifts his hat off his head and places it atop Elle’s. She flushes with delight and giggles as he pulls his boots off. Her eyes never leave his sexy, muscular form. I don’t blame her. He’s fun to look at.

I’m still holding Elle’s hand as Nate unbuckles his belt, unsnaps his jeans, and peels them over his hips and down his legs, stepping out of them. Ever meticulous, he pauses to fold them, and places them atop another bale of hay behind him. Next comes the button-down dress shirt he wore for our date, and the undershirt he always wears underneath. Last, his boxers. He meets my eyes, his fingers resting on his waistband.

Elle is staring, transfixed. She doesn’t seem at all embarrassed, only eager.

“Go on,” I encourage.

With a resolute nod, he slowly peels down his black boxer-briefs. I watch Elle’s face as his cock springs free of the constricting fabric.

I drop her hand, sit up on my calves, and take Nate’s hand. “How would you like to be rewarded, babyboy? Do you want Daddy to take you in his mouth? Or fuck your sweet ass? Do you want to fuck Daddy? It’s all up to you, whatever you want.” Normally I take a little more control, because I know that’s what Nate likes, but I’m trying to put our best feet forward for Elle.

Nate swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing wildly. “Um, all of the above please?” I can tell from the sparkle in his eyes he’s testing the waters and knows it's probably not even possible.

“All, huh? Think you can handle it?”

He looks from me to Elle and back again. He draws a deep breath and straightens his spine, like he’s gathering his courage. For what, I wonder?

When he speaks again, I understand. “Daddy… What I really want… Will you spank me?”

His eyes meet mine, and there’s a spark there, that tells me exactly what he’s doing, and asks me to pick up what he’s putting down. He wants to show Elle exactly what we’re about. No surprises later.

I glance over at her face to see how she’s taking this turn of events. Her jaw has dropped, her mouth is wide open, and her eyes sparkle with interest. Her cheeks are flushed as she looks from Nate to me and back to Nate. She’s riveted, not disgusted. She doesn’t seem to want to run screaming for the hills. This all bodes well for later, and for the promise of something more between us.

But I need to stop staring at her, and turn my attention to my babyboy. “You want Daddy to spank you?” My voice is husky, because of how turned on I am.

Nate nods eagerly and I stand, pull him into my arms and capture his mouth in a kiss. I wrap my arms around his body and grab his ass. Each of his cheeks is a perfect handful and I squeeze tightly before smacking.

The sound of the slap can barely be heard over the pounding rain. I kiss him again, then turn us so that he’s where I was, and push him down on the ‘bed’ face first.

I hear Elle gasp, but I don’t look at her. All my attention needs to be on him. “Spanking for a reward, hmmm?” I muse. The bed is low, so I have to get on my knees in order to reach him. I don’t mind. The view is better this way.

Pulling my arm back, I let it fly, with a quarter of my usual force and cup my hand to up the sting. The taut muscles of his backside still jiggle on impact.

I repeat the process a dozen times, until I can tell he’s breathing heavily, from arousal, not pain. Then I reach between his legs and cup his balls, tugging gently and spank again. “Do you like this, baby?”

“Mmmphh,” he mutters. “Yes, Daddy.” There’s a floaty quality to his voice and I wonder if he’s heading toward subspace. It’s not what I want for him tonight. Reaching upward, I wrap my hand around his cock and stroke gently.

And then, I can’t help it, I sneak a glance at Elle. She’s practically salivating, her gaze jumping between watching my actions and his reactions. I can’t wait to bring her in on this. That is, if she wants it. All signs point to yes.