Chapter 19 Brody
In minutes, I got Clark changed and zipped into his jammies. By the time I'd tucked him beneath the covers and nestled his stuffie into the crook of his arm, his eyes were mere slits.
Still, ever the stubborn boy, he fought valiantly against the pull of sleep, reaching out to curl small fingers into the fabric of my shirt. "Stay?" he pleaded, voice slightly slurred.
I smiled. "Of course," I whispered, dropping a kiss to his hair. "Daddy's not going anywhere. I'll be right here when you wake up, I promise."
"Okay," he sighed, burrowing deeper into his nest of blankets.
As I settled onto the bed beside him, pulling him close until his head rested on my chest, he let out a shuddering sigh. His fingers plucked restlessly at the fabric of my shirt, a telltale sign of anxiety.
"What's on your mind?" I murmured, stroking a soothing hand down his back. "Talk to Daddy."
In a voice barely above a whisper, he confessed, "When I was little, like really little... I used to be so scared of the dark. I'd cry and cry for my mom and dad, but they never came. Told me I was too old to be scared of the dark."
My heart clenched painfully at the thought of a tiny, frightened Clark, all alone in the dark with no one to comfort him. Instinctively, I tightened my arms around him, dropping a fierce kiss to his hair.
"Oh, sweetheart," I breathed. "You'll never have to feel that way again. Not while I'm here.”
That earned me a soft giggle, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Then, he was suddenly pushing himself upright, bouncing a little in place as a thought visibly struck him.
"Ooh!" he chirped, all traces of melancholy vanished. "Will you tell me a bedtime story?”
I made a show of thinking hard, tapping my chin and squinting off into the distance. He giggled again, tucking himself against my side in anticipation.
"Alright, I've got it," I declared after a suitably dramatic pause. "Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a brave little T-Rex named Nugget…"
As I spun the whimsical tale, Clark hung on my every word, eyes wide and sparkling in the low light. At one point, I even leaped off the bed to act out a particularly dramatic action scene, much to Clark's shrieking delight. He clapped and bounced in place, cheering me on as I darted around the room, vanquishing invisible foes.
As I flopped back onto the mattress, panting and grinning, I saw Clark stifle a yawn behind his hand.
"Uh oh," I sing-songed. "Looks like someone's starting to get sleepy. You know what that means!"
Clark pouted, but the effect was ruined by another yawn, so big his eyes watered with it. I was already reaching for the bottle of warm milk I'd prepared earlier. He took the bottle and popped the nipple into his mouth. His eyelids fluttered at the first sweet pull, face going lax with drowsy contentment.
Soon, empty bottle dangled forgotten from his lax fingers as his head lolled against my collarbone. I gently pried the bottle away and set it aside. He stirred briefly, smacking his lips, but settled again when I wrapped my arms snugly around his middle and began to sing.
On the last line, I gave an exaggerated yawn, stretching my arms high overhead. Clark copied me sleepily, rubbing his eyes with tiny fists.
"Night, Daddy," he slurred, head tipping back to rest on my shoulder.
I froze, in awe and pure, unadulterated joy. For a moment, I could only gape, stunned speechless by the magnitude of this tiny, precious confession. It was the first time he had called me Daddy.
But then reality came crashing back in the form of Clark bolting upright with a panicked gasp, wild eyes locking on mine as the blood drained from his face.
"I didn't mean…" he stammered, voice high and thready with distress. His lower lip trembled dangerously. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--"
"Shh, baby bug, breathe," I soothed, cupping his face in my palms. "You have nothing to apologize for."
He shook his head frantically. "But I called you Daddy," he whispered, equal parts wonder and terror. As if bracing for rejection, for harsh laughter and disgust.
"Clark," I said, infusing his name with every ounce of tenderness. "My sweet boy. Light of my life. You can call me Daddy whenever you want, however you want. Because that's what I am. That's what I want to be, for as long as you'll have me."
His eyes went impossibly wide, face slack with shock. His fingers spasmed where they clutched at my biceps, knuckles white with tension. "Really?"
I simply leaned in and captured his mouth in a feather-light kiss, barely more than a whispery brush of lips.
"Really," I breathed against the trembling silk of his mouth. "I love you, Clark. I love every part of you. You're it for me, baby. My one and only."
The next thing I knew, I had a lapful of warm, wriggling boy, narrow arms banded so tightly around my neck I could scarcely draw breath.
"Daddy," he gasped into my neck, hot and damp.
Eventually, his breathing evened out, interspersed with the occasional shuddery sigh. I tucked him more securely against my chest, guiding his head to rest over the steady thump of my heart.
"There, there," I murmured. "It's alright. Let Daddy take care of you, just like I promised."
With a careful shimmy, I managed to pull the covers up and over us both, cocooning him in patchwork wool and body heat.
"Love you, Daddy," he mumbled, barely coherent.
"And Daddy loves you, baby boy," I whispered back.
He sighed, a content little puff of air right over my chest. And then, between one breath and the next, he slipped into sleep, his sweet face slackening into innocence.
Leaning in, I brushed my lips over each of his eyelids, just to feel the delicate flutter of his lashes. He snuffled in sleep, nose scrunching adorably, but didn't wake.
"I'll love you forever," I breathed, my most sacred vow in the twilit hush of our bedroom.
My voice caught, thick with emotion. I pressed on regardless, needing him to hear it. To know it in his bones, even in sleep.
I slowly drifted awake the next morning, light filtering softly through the curtains. I became aware of the warm body nestled against me, back pressed to my chest. Clark. My boy. My love.
Lazy contentment filled me as I savored the feel of his smooth skin against mine, the gentle rise and fall of his breath. I nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his scent. Earthy and musky, uniquely him.
As I cuddled closer, I felt him push his ass back, grinding against me. He was already hard and eager. I smirked and gave his ass a playful swat. "Someone's feeling frisky this morning," I murmured in his ear.
He let out a little whimper, pressing back more insistently. "Can you blame me, Daddy? Waking up next to you..." He captured my hand and guided it to his ass.
I traced circles on his skin, considering. "I have a proposition for you. If you're a good boy today, maybe later I'll reward you with a few spanks before I fuck you nice and slow. How does that sound?"
Clark shivered, his breathing speeding up. "Oh god, yes Daddy. Please."
"Ah ah," I tutted. "Later. If you behave."
"But I was so well behaved for you yesterday," he pouted, wiggling his ass enticingly against my crotch. "Didn't I earn a reward already?"
I made a show of thinking it over, biting back a smile as my dick twitched. "I suppose you have a point. Alright, you've twisted my arm."
Propping myself up on an elbow, I let my hand drift down to caress the perfect globes of his ass. He held his breath in anticipation. I brought my palm down in a smack. He jumped and let out a moan.
"Count," I ordered. Another spank.
"One!" He gasped out. Smack. "Two!" His voice was already going breathy.
I continued raining measured slaps on his tender ass, the blows gradually increasing in intensity as he counted each one obediently, his voice growing breathier with each number.
"Six!... Ah! Seven!" He was trembling now, hips twitching with each impact. I paused, massaging the reddened skin.
"Do you want me to stop?" I checked in, not wanting to push him too far.
"No!" he begged. "Please, I need more, Daddy."
Desire surged through me at his plea. I resumed the spanking with greater purpose. The sharp sounds rang out in the quiet room, accompanied by his escalating moans.
"Ah... Ten!" His voice broke on the final number, his hands fisting the sheets as he shook.
I gentled my touch, rubbing soothingly over his hot, sensitized skin. "Shh, you did so well, sweetheart. You took your spanking so beautifully for me." I pressed kisses along his spine as he gulped in ragged breaths. "Such a good boy. I'm going to make you feel so good now."
Nudging his thighs further apart, I settled between them, covering his body with my own. I nuzzled into his neck, licking and nipping at the sweat-dampened skin as I reached for the lube on the nightstand. Slicking up my fingers, I circled his hole teasingly before pushing one digit inside.
Clark let out a low groan, arching back into the penetration. I worked my finger in and out, gradually adding a second, taking my time opening him up. By the time I eased a third finger alongside the others, he was panting harshly, hips rocking back eagerly.
"Daddy, please," he whined, voice strained with need. "I'm ready. I need you inside me."
"Shh, I've got you," I soothed, placing a tender kiss behind his ear. I withdrew my fingers and quickly slicked up my throbbing dick, lining it up and then slowly pushing in.
We moaned in unison as I sank deep into his welcoming hole, warm and tight. We fit together like two puzzle pieces. I stilled for a moment, savoring the exquisite sensation, the intimacy of being so deep inside him.
"I love you," I breathed against his skin. "I love you so much."
"I love you too, Daddy," Clark choked out. "Now fuck me, please."
I began to roll my hips in a deep, steady rhythm, pulling nearly all the way out before gliding back in to the hilt. I angled my thrusts to brush against that sensitive bundle of nerves inside him, making him gasp and tremble. His hand scrabbled backwards to grip my ass, silently urging me on.
I settled into an unhurried pace, determined to draw out our lovemaking, to pour every ounce of my love and devotion into worshipping Clark's body. I rained kisses across his shoulders, ran reverent hands along his sides, stomach and chest.
As much as I wanted to make it last, the delicious drag and clench of his hole around my cock, the intoxicating sights and sounds of his pleasure, soon had me building towards my peak. I reached around to wrap my fingers around his twitching cock, stroking it in time with my thrusts.
"Ah, Daddy!" Clark bucked and thrashed beneath me. "So close. I'm gonna..."
"That's it, baby, let go," I coaxed. "Cum for me."
A few more firm strokes sent him careening over the edge with a hoarse shout of my name. His hole clamped down around my cock like a vice as he shook apart in my arms, dragging me down with him. I muffled my cry against his shoulder as ecstasy overtook me, his hole milking my pulsating dick for every last drop. We rode out the waves of our shared climax.
Finally spent, I collapsed on top of him, both of us gasping for air. I just held him close as the intense sensations slowly ebbed.
With a soft groan, I carefully pulled my shriveling cock out of him. I pressed my lips to his chest. Rolling to the side, I immediately gathered him back into my arms. He came willingly, tucking his face into my neck with a contented sigh.
For a long moment we just laid there silently, basking in the afterglow, trading soft caresses and even softer kisses. No words were needed, our touches communicating all the love and satisfaction thrumming between us.