Chapter 9
DAMON
I wake stiff, but warm, with Rowan snuggled up to me, his head on my shoulder, his hands resting loosely on my hips.
He’s adorable. I blink wearily and stare out the window.
It’s bright outside. The sky is clear. Birds are twittering.
Snow blankets everything, which probably means we’re still stuck.
An odd rumbling sound is approaching from behind us, though whatever it is, it still seems far away.
I twist so I can see out the back window.
“Huh? What’s wrong?” Rowan sounds barely awake.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. Something’s coming.”
“Something what?”
“A snow plough, I think.”
“We’re going to get rescued?”
“No one knows we’re here, so I don’t think it’s a rescue. They’re probably just clearing the roads so the locals aren’t trapped anymore.”
Rowan chuckles. “We’re half naked and there’s a dildo on the seat.”
“We should get dressed. Quickly.”
“You’re no fun.”
“Getting arrested wouldn’t be fun.”
He pecks my lips. “As long as we can get fully naked later. In the hotel room.” He pauses and searches my face. “That’s still the plan, isn’t it?”
I pull him to me for a searing kiss. “That’s still the plan, boy.”
His expression brightens instantly.
“Now get dressed.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
We hurry to pull our trousers and socks back on. I change the costume top for the polo shirt I’d packed in my overnight bag. Rowan takes off the cum stained jumper. I toss the blanket over the Pride dildo.
We’re barely decent when the rumbling sound stops right behind us.
I was right, it’s a snowplough. Or, at least, it’s a tractor with a scoop thing attached to the front.
The farmer—I assume he’s a farmer—jumps out of the tractor and approaches the car, knocking on the window.
I can’t roll it down without the engine being on, so I open the door instead.
“Have you been stuck here all night?” the farmer asks.
“Yes,” I reply.
“The snow hit earlier and harder than we were expecting,” Rowan chirps.
“Where are you trying to get to?”
Rowan tells him the hotel's name and address.
“Well, you can follow me as far as the village. These roads hardly ever get gritted.”
“We noticed.”
“Take it carefully, though. Wouldn’t want to have to pull your car out of a ditch.”
“Nope, we definitely wouldn’t want that.”
The farmer trudges back to the tractor.
“Nigel would kill me if I damaged the car,” Rowan whispers.
“He wouldn’t kill you.”
“Fire me, then, which is close enough.” He cups my cheek. “Thank you for taking care of me last night, Daddy.” He kisses me.
“You’re welcome, boy.”
He moves into the driver’s seat and, slowly, we follow the farmer as he uses the tractor to clear snow off the road, creating a single track for people to drive on.
It’s slow going, but at least we’re moving.
I watch Rowan as he drives, running through the delicious events of last night in my mind.
I don’t regret a second of it, but where do we go from here?
We have a hotel room booked —what then? Tomorrow is Christmas Eve.
Rowan is spending Christmas alone, as am I.
“Do you want to spend Christmas Day with me?” I ask.
Rowan glances at me via the rear-view mirror. “Don’t you have plans?”
“My only plan was to hide in my apartment and avoid the world.”
He laughs. “How very festive.”
“Christmas is overrated.”
“I like Christmas.”
“But you don’t have plans?”
“No…”
“So spend it with me. If you want to.”
“I do want to, Daddy. Thank you.”
“That’s settled, then.”
Eventually, we reach a village, where the streets and tiny car parks have been gritted.
Rowan finds somewhere to park, and we wander around until we discover a quaint pub selling breakfast. We sit by an open fire, eating bacon, sausage, fried egg, beans, and hash browns.
The fire provides a different kind of warmth to Rowan, crackling and fierce.
We chat about random things. Rowan always seems to have a new topic up his sleeve.
He’s especially interested in all my favourite things.
Colour, music, films, and books. He’s engaging and enchanting, and I can’t keep my eyes off him.
I can’t help but smile around him. He’s an enthusiastic ray of sunshine.
After breakfast, we look for somewhere to buy clothes.
Rowan spies a charity shop and drags me into it.
He puts on a mini fashion show for me, trying on practically everything on the men’s rails that will fit him and showing me every outfit combination.
It’s odd to see him in anything other than a grey suit.
He settles on a close-fitting Pride T-shirt, ripped jeans, and a soft, grey, brushed-cotton over-shirt for his first outfit, which he puts on as soon as he’s paid.
Next, we find a chemist to buy condoms.
“Do you think there’s a sex shop in the village that sells Elevated’s products?” Rowan whispers.
“I doubt it.”
“Shame.”
“Why?”
He shrugs. “More toys would be fun.”
He’s not wrong, but I’m sure we can have fun without them.
By the time we’re done, the temperature has risen to above zero, and the snow is melting. Hoping the roads between the village and the hotel will be clear—or at least clear enough—we return to the car and begin the last leg of our journey.
Finally, the grand country house comes into view.
We find a parking space in the almost full car park, put the Pride dildo into Rowan’s bag, and make our way to reception.
It’s too early to check in, or it would be if we hadn’t had rooms booked for the night we spent in the car.
Even though we have two rooms, we only take one room key—for the room we’ll be spending tonight in.
I send the Scrooge costume and my jumper for dry cleaning, and then we make our way to the room.
“It’s huge!” Rowan says.
“It’s a suite. Nigel doesn’t stay in normal rooms anymore.”
“Why not?”
I sit on the edge of the king-sized bed and waggle my fingers. Rowan comes to me and sits on my lap, his arms around my neck.
“We didn’t have much growing up. Our parents lived from payday to payday.
Often, the money didn’t last that long, and we ended up eating beans and toast or plain pasta for a week.
Either that, or Mum would go to the food bank.
Our clothes were mostly hand-me-downs. We went on holiday once because Mum had enough coupons to get a cheap stay at a caravan park.
It was the best summer of our lives. Nigel dreamt up the idea for Elevated, but needed some cash to get started, so he roped me in.
I’d just qualified to be a plumber. He got a small business loan.
I got a personal loan, and we sank everything we had into his crazy idea. ”
“And it paid off?”
“Yes. I don’t think either of us dreamt Elevated would get so big. But it did, and now Nigel likes splashing cash around. He’s got money now and he’s damn well going to spend it.”
“Hence the flashy cars.”
“Yes. Honestly, I don’t blame him. And he’s not completely frivolous. He wouldn’t do anything to jeopardise the business. He only spends what he can afford to.”
“Well, I appreciate the business the two of you created. So does my arse.” He winks.
“Do you have more of our toys?”
“At home, yes. Not all of them. Some of your dildos are eye-wateringly big. I have some of the fantasy ones, though. The Tentickle is one of my favourites. I got it after I watched Rubin’s partner use it on his live stream. He had so much fun, I had to buy it.”
“With your staff discount?”
He laughs. “Damn right. There has to be some perks to working for a sex toy company, right?”
I run my hand over his thigh. “Of course.”
“Being screwed by the boss is the best perk.”
“That’s not a perk.”
“Yes, it is. A very private, privileged perk. I’m a lucky boy.”
“I haven’t screwed you yet.”
“Umm… what do you call last night? You might not have had your dick inside me, but you’ve screwed me. Twice.”
“It won’t count until I’m holding you down and fucking you.”
Rowan shivers.
I sigh. “Which is probably a good time to discuss limits. You might not like being held down during sex.”
“I do. I’m good with being tied up, too. Blindfolds are sexy. Light spanking is fun, especially if I’ve been naughty, but also as part of sex. I’m happy for you to use toys on me—”
“I noticed last night.”
He laughs. “You can control my orgasms if you want. Edging is fun. I like being desperate enough to beg. I’m open to most things. All I ask is that you take care of me during and after.”
“Don’t worry, I will.”
“Oh, I’m not worried, Daddy. You held me all night in a freezing car.
I know you’re going to look after me.” He strokes my face and stares into my eyes.
“I can’t think of anyone I’d rather be snowed in with.
Of course, I’d rather not be snowed in at all, but if I had to be, I’d want to be with you. ”
His words make me chuckle. “Ditto.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re even more gorgeous when you smile and you have a lovely laugh.”
“You make me smile.”
He grins. “I try.”
“You succeed.” I kiss him tenderly.
He cups my face, eagerly parting his lips for my tongue. He moans against my lips and tangles his tongue around mine. “For the record, I’ve always fancied you.”
It’s good to know. “Does the reality live up to your expectations?”
“You’ve exceeded them.” He presses his lips to mine again, inviting my tongue into his mouth once more.
“What about safe words?” I ask, once we’ve come up for air.
“Good old traffic lights.” He beams at me. “Does that mean we can play now?”
I turn him off my lap, so he’s on his back on the bed, his legs hanging off the edge.
I gently knock his knees apart, stand between his legs, catch hold of his wrists, pin them above his head, and lean down to kiss him hard.
Then I stare into his eyes, which are bright with excitement, sending a thrill down my spine.
“It’s almost lunchtime. We should shower and go to the restaurant for something to eat.”
He pouts.
“We could stroll around the grounds afterwards.”
He deepens his pout.
“And then dinner.”
“But all I want is you, Daddy,” he whines.
“There might be time for that between our walk and dinner. If you can be patient and good.”
He scrunches his lips up thoughtfully. “I can be good. Patient, I’m not so sure about.”
I chuckle. “Try, boy.”
“Okay, Daddy. I’ll try.”