My Young Rebel Daddy (The Young Daddies #3)

4. Jason

Chapter 4

Jason

‘Damn it feels good to be alive,’ I say, unable to stop smiling as I walk down the street toward the juice bar. ‘What a freakin’ awesome morning.’

People passing me on the street might think I’m crazy, but I don’t care.

The sun is up, there’s a slight breeze, and I’m all smiles.

It would have been so tempting to take things further with Nick last night – and God knows I was close to letting my dick do the thinking.

But something held me back.

I could see that the boy was nervous, that this wasn’t his normal thing.

And the truth is that I’m not really a hook-up Daddy either.

I want a real connection, something that’s going to last longer than a few hours and an awkward exit when the party’s over.

I take a turn and walk down the steps toward the café’s entrance. It’s right on the beach front and I’ve hung out here before.

Trust me, I know juice – so when I say that this place is the best, you can take it from me that’s it’s good.

‘Usual?’ Jack says, flashing me a smile from behind the service counter.

‘I’ll hang back a moment,’ I reply, looking around and seeing that I’ve arrived before the boy. ‘I’ll take a seat outside while I wait.’

‘No problem,’ Jack says, giving me a knowing look.

Jack’s a Daddy too, and I figure he knows I’m here on a date.

Jack hasn’t got his own boy at the moment. A few months ago me and the other Daddies had to rally around him as he went through a tough breakup – I’m talking late nights, too much tequila, and the juice bar not opening up on time kinda breaking up.

But Jack’s back on form now, and with a chiseled jaw and abs sent from heaven, I don’t think Jack’s going to be single for too long.

Anyway…

‘Hell yeah, best seat in the house,’ I say as I walk out onto the deck that overlooks the beach. ‘Now let’s count the moments until that sassy little boy shows up…’

As it turns out, I don’t have to wait too long.

No sooner than I’ve put my butt down on the seat than I hear the sound of a boy approaching behind me.

My Daddy senses tells me it’s Nick, and as usual my instincts don’t let me down.

‘I’m not late, am I?’ Nick says, a nervous smile on his face. ‘I showered as quickly as I could.’

‘Thirty seconds, maybe forty-five, but who’s counting?’ I laugh, standing up and putting my hand on Nick’s shoulder. ‘Take a seat, I’ll let Jack know we’re ready to order.’

‘What should I get?’ Nick says, scanning his eyes over the table-top menu. ‘I’m not really an expert when it comes to healthy juices!’

‘Don’t worry, I’ve got you,’ I reply, offering a reassuring smile. ‘I know you probably don’t want a hardcore super-green juice. But I’ll make sure you get something tasty and healthy too.’

‘Thank you, Daddy,’ Nick replies, his dimples driving me absolutely wild. ‘What happens if I can’t finish it? Can I have an ice cream instead?’

‘We’ll see,’ I reply, knowing exactly what I’ll do to his big, perfectly round booty if he sasses me too hard. ‘Be a good boy and drink your smoothie. I’ll leave the rest to your imagination…’

We both smile and get to talking as we wait for our drinks.

It turns out that me and the boy have plenty in common. Long walks, cheesy action films, and more than a passing love of kink are just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to our shared interest.

But there’s a practical connection too…

‘So wait, you’ve got the land, you’ve got the architect plans, but you can’t find a construction manager to run the operation?’ I say, raising my eyebrow.

‘It seems like the big builders all know about my past in finance,’ Nick says, a sad look on his face. ‘Which means an extra zero gets added on to the quote. It’s sucks. Plus apparently if I want to jump ahead in the waiting lists, which I don’t even know if they exist in real life, will cost me another zero at the end of the bill.’

‘Fucking assholes,’ I bark, knowing exactly the kinds of scams that these builders are running. ‘Boy, I know this might be complicated but…’

‘Yes, Daddy?’ Nick says, a hopeful look on his face. ‘Please say what I think you’re about to say! Please-please-please…’

Nick certainly didn’t make his millions without being a perceptive boy.

He knows exactly what I’m going to propose – but I know it could get very complicated between us.

But that’s not to say it couldn’t work – if we lay the rules out clearly.

‘I would take on the project, and do it for a fair price,’ I say, my tone clear and to the point. ‘But if we’re going to be getting closer in our personal life, I have to make one thing very clear.’

‘What’s that?’ Nick says, grinning from ear to ear.

‘When things get personal, I need to know that our professional relationship remains the same,’ I say. ‘And by that I mean… you don’t try to tell me how to do my job. The one thing I can’t handle is a client trying to dominate proceedings. I’m in charge.’

‘Of course!’ Nick says, not taking what I’m saying seriously.

‘I mean it, boy,’ I growl. ‘I’ll always listen to what you need and take feedback on the work. But if you try to meddle or become too pushy then that’s when I’ll need to discipline you. And I mean serious discipline.’

‘I’ll be a good client,’ Nick says. ‘It’ll be tough for me not to be too involved, but I’ll try my best. I guess I should start by saying my safeword is emoji .’

‘Emoji?’ I reply, taking a mental note. ‘Perfect. If we work together and don’t cross any boundaries as far as work is concerned, there’s no reason this can’t be the smoothest project ever.’

‘I know it will be, Daddy,’ Nick giggles, clearly very excited. ‘So how about we get these juices to go and head over to my place now?’

‘Thirty seconds and you’re already forgetting what we said?’ I laugh. ‘Something tells me that your butt is going to be getting warmed up sooner rather than later. But, yeah, let’s go.’

I stand up and offer my hand to Nick.

This might be mixing business with pleasure, but I’ve got a feeling that what I’m building with Nick is something far bigger than his dream home.

‘Damn, this has the potential to be incredible,’ I say, casting my eyes around the site. ‘So the plan is to knock the existing building down and go from scratch?’

‘Yup, provided my neighbor doesn’t succeed with his planning appeal,’ Nick says, motioning over toward the house next door.

‘ Hmmm , okay,’ I reply. ‘Based off these plans, your new home will be adding to the locale. It’s not too big. It looks good. All sustainable materials and eco-friendly. I think you’ll be okay.’

I’m not lying to make the boy feel good either.

These are some excellent architect plans I’m looking at.

This would be the biggest job of my career, and all things being good would be an excellent advertisement for future work too.

‘Let’s walk around the site,’ Nick says, an excited tone in his voice. ‘I’ve got sooooo many plans to tell you about! And… I actually think the build could be all done in less than the six-month time frame you mentioned.’

‘Six months is fast,’ I reply. ‘Eco-houses are often quicker, but I can’t see it coming in any sooner than six months.’

‘ Bah ! No way!’ Nick says, rolling his eyes. ‘I didn’t make all my money by sticking to timelines. If you believe in something, you can achieve it!’

The boy is pushing his luck here.

We’re barely twenty minutes into this project and he’s already grinding my gears.

‘Careful,’ I growl. ‘I’m roll with a small crew. We work fast and we work flexible. But above all, we do a great job. We don’t cut corners, and we have the highest standards when it comes to the finish on a project.’

‘Yeah, but-’

‘But?’ I snarl, my patience running on empty.

‘But I want to be in my new house before Christmas!’ Nick says, stomping his foot on the floor. ‘I opened The Little Petal for business in less than six weeks after taking on the lease. Building a house in less than six months should be easy as pie!’

‘Enough!’ I roar, taking the boy by the hand and marching him over toward a secluded part of the garden. ‘I’ve had enough bratty behavior and sass in the last ten minutes to last me a lifetime. Your shorts and briefs are coming down for a spanking, boy.’

‘Daddy! Outside?’ Nick says, a look of horror on his face.

‘Indoors or outdoors, it’s all the same,’ I growl. ‘Your butt cheeks are about to get nicely toasted. And don’t think for a second that I’ll be holding back because you’re a client. As far as I’m concerned, this is now between a Daddy and his naughty boy.’

I watch as Nick gasps.

The look on his face tells me that he knows this is serious.

This spanking is happening and there’s nothing else to discuss.

‘Come on, unzip those shorts and pull them down to your ankles,’ I say, the slight delay prompting me to take total control of the situation myself.

‘What if someone hears?’ Nick whimpers, the tent at the front of his briefs betraying the fact that at least a small – or not so small – part of him is enjoying this. ‘What if someone delivers a package to me and sees?’

‘What about it?’ I say, yanking Nick’s briefs down, taking a brief moment to admire the red apple pattern on the flimsy material. ‘If someone sees or hears, then that’s just tough luck for you. I’m sure there’s many a delivery man who would take delight in seeing a sassy boy getting his bottom warmed up.’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ Nick says, his cheeks red and his erect cock bobbing up and down in the open air.

‘Come on, let’s get to work,’ I bellow, taking the boy by his arm and placing him firmly over my lap as I sit down on a garden chair. ‘You’ll be getting twelve spanks in total. Six on each cheek. And I want you to think about why you’re getting them. When I’m done, you can explain to me exactly why you got this spanking. Understood?’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ Nick says, tension in his voice as he waits for my big, strong hand to crash down on his exposed, milky-white butt cheeks.

THWACK! THWACK!

THWACK! THWACK!

THWACK! THWACK!

‘How does that feel, boy?’ I say, my eyes wide with delight at the sight of Nick’s jiggly booty beginning to glow red. ‘Beginning to regret being such a brat?’

‘Yes, Daddy! I am!’ Nick says, his voice flushed with regret. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘You certainly will be,’ I roar, pulling my hand back in readiness for the next set of spanks.

THWACK! THWACK!

THWACK! THWACK!

THWACK! THWACK!

‘And now?’ I say, tracing my fingers over Nick’s ruby-red cheeks. ‘I hope it’s sinking in. You’ve only got three more on each cheek. I’d hate to have to do a repeat set…’

‘I promise I’ve learned my lesson,’ Nick says, his voice soft and full of regret. ‘I promise from here all the way to the moon and back.’

‘To the moon and back?’ I say, a wicked smile on my face. ‘Speaking of big white objects, I think it will be a while before your tushy is back to its normal color.’

THWACK! THWACK!

THWACK! THWACK!

THWACK! THWACK!

‘And that is… that!’ I bellow, wasting no time in turning Nick over and embracing him close. ‘You took that like a boy who understood why he was getting punished. We don’t need to talk about it now. Instead, I’ve got something that might just help your current red-bottomed predicament.’

I take some cooling cream out of my pocket – don’t judge, I had a feeling I’d need it today!

‘It’s time to get this booty nice and cool,’ I say, turning Nick over again and massaging the cooling cream into his throbbing cheeks. ‘How does that feel?’

‘It feels good, Daddy,’ Nick says, his voice quiet and his body soft and still. ‘I know I was pushing too hard about the house. I just couldn’t help it because it was so exciting to be working with you.’

‘It’s okay, boy,’ I say. ‘I have a feeling we’re going to be a great team once we iron out the details.’

‘I think so too, Daddy,’ Nick says, gasping as I massage an extra bit of cooling cream between his cheeks.

‘And speaking of ironing out details, I think it might be time for us to talk about kink,’ I say. ‘I mean, really get into it. Think about a contract. I want you to always feel safe with me. That’s the most important thing in the world as far as I’m concerned. You’re my baby boy now. I want you to feel cozy and safe. But I want us to explore our desires and have fun too. How does that sound?’

‘It sounds perfect,’ Nick says, turning his head and smiling sweetly, those incredible dimples hitting me in my heart and plenty of other places too. ‘Can we stay out here? I feel tired.’

‘Does my baby boy need a nap after his spanking?’ I say. ‘There’s a hammock over there that I think the pair of us could snuggle up in.’

‘Yes please, Daddy,’ Nick replies, his eyes already looking sleepy. ‘My bottom still hurts.’

‘Don’t worry, baby boy,’ I reply, picking Nick up in my arms and walking toward the hammock. ‘A good nap and some cuddles with your big, strong Daddy will make you feel better. I promise.’

The boy smiles at me, his eyes full of trust.

This feels incredible – like a hundred dreams all rolled into one.

I don’t know for sure where it’s all leading to, but right now I’ve got a sweet baby boy who needs his nap time, and that’s all I’m focusing on.

‘Close those eyes and let yourself drift off to Snoozetown,’ I say, my voice soft and full of love. ‘We’ll talk more after we wake up. But there’s no rush. We’ve got all the time in the world together…’