Chapter Eight
Patrick
“You’re, like… fucking chipper. What is going on with you?” Jia bitched at me as we began the clean down after closing.
“This is my normal self.”
“When old man John said his coffee was lukewarm, you offered to remake it.” She stared at me like I was an alien.
“I was being professional. You should try it.” I grabbed a cloth and some spray to wipe down the counter.
“Last week, he said the same thing, and you said, and I quote, ‘It’s a precaution for your old age. Wouldn’t want you to spill it all over yourself and burn.’”
“See? I was just looking out for him,” I insisted.
“He’s like fifty!”
“Why do we all call him old man John, then?”
“I dunno. An old soul or something,” she replied, following me as I moved onto cleaning the tables.
“I think the term ‘old soul’ is reserved for, like, young wise people, not grumpy bastards like John.”
Jia snorted.
“Are you doing any work or just watching me clean?”
“But you look so handsome while you do it.” She tried to bat her eyelashes at me, but the sarcasm that ran through her veins was too strong, and it quickly became an eyeroll.
“Nice try, buttercup. I want out of here on time today. Get a move on.”
Jia finally left me alone and cracked on, and we had the place ready for the following day in no time.
Cooper was due to arrive for our first proper scene together at seven. Jia might have had a point about me being a bit jittery that day because I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this excited for a scene.
If I was being completely honest with myself, not just excited for the scene. We’d both got our test results back, so I was going to fuck Cooper bare that night, and I had to not think about it too much or I’d blow in him embarrassingly fast.
In the shower, I scrubbed myself clean while trying not to give my cock too much attention. The scene I’d planned wasn’t a super heavy one, but it would be a good way for us to get a feel of each other’s desires where this dynamic was concerned.
Afterwards, I gave my beard a quick trim to neaten it up and put a little product in my hair to try and appear more purposefully windswept than just unkempt lumberjack.
I dropped the towel wrapped around my waist and stood in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom to assess how I was feeling in my own body.
There was an almost fifteen-year age gap between me and Cooper, and while I knew he liked that I was older, I couldn’t help but wonder if that desire would have its limits.
I was strong, but a layer of fat covered the muscles on my body, giving me more of a dad-bod look compared to the body I’d had at Cooper’s age. But I felt more at home in my skin as it was now than I had back then. Like I suited being older somehow. It matched how I felt inside.
My chest and stomach were hairy, and I liked that too. I ran my hands through the coarse dark hair and over my nipples, which I’d got pierced on holiday when I was twenty. I enjoyed it when my lovers tugged on them a little.
Letting my gaze trail lower, I eyed where my cock hung heavy between my thighs.
I was a shower rather than grower in that department.
Not so big that Cooper wouldn’t be able to take me, but big enough that, without the anatomy of an omega, he would need a lot of prep.
Hence the butt plug I’d had delivered to him a couple of days ago.
The cheeky fox had sent me a photo a few hours later with it firmly situated in his hole.
While I’d been searching for it online, I’d come across one with a fox’s tail attached, and I was definitely buying that for him at some point.
Cooper would look the perfect combination of sexy and adorable with a foxtail sprouting from between those sweet cheeks.
I liked to keep my attire simple for scenes, plain blue jeans, a grey T-shirt, and barefoot.
The floorboards creaked as I padded down the hall towards the spare bedroom where we’d play, and despite the fact I’d prepared everything the day before, I checked over it all again to make sure I was happy with it.
During the week, we’d both filled out online kink quizzes and sent each other the results so I could plan accordingly. It was almost devastating how well matched we were. I’d known we would be, but seeing it so starkly in front of my eyes had been confronting.
Cooper Bailey was my perfect match, yet I was ruined for him.
At five to seven, there was a knock on the front door, and I took a deep steadying breath before striding over and opening it.
“Hey, little fox,” I greeted.
“Hi, Daddy,” he replied, shyly.
I pulled him closer and kissed him quickly on the lips to help put him at ease.
“You good?”
He nodded enthusiastically.
“I’m… um… a little nervous, but mostly excited?”
I smiled. “That sounds about right.”
Cooper toed off his trainers, and I helped him remove his coat before hanging it up and then leading him through to the living room. Taking my seat on the leather armchair, I pointed down to a large cushion I’d left on the floor for him. “Sit.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I carded my fingers through Cooper’s hair, partly because I couldn’t help myself and partly because he sort of melted into the touch, and it seemed to settle him slowly into a more submissive headspace.
“How did you get on with your tasks this week?”
I knew the answer already. He’d dutifully messaged me each day to let me know he’d done as asked and even sent me a photo of his tidy bedroom once he’d got on top of his laundry.
“I did everything on the list and some extra stuff, Daddy. It helped… helped knowing you’d be proud of me for completing it.”
I tipped his head back slightly so I could see that beautiful pink bloom across his cheeks. Fuck, he was pretty.
“I am proud of you. You’ve been such a good boy this week, haven’t you?”
Cooper’s face heated up even more, the tips of his ears going red. “Yes, Daddy. I tried to be,” he whispered.
“Do you think you deserve a reward?”
He licked his lips. “Only if you think I do, Daddy.”
He’s so perfect I might die.
“I’m going to fetch us both a glass of water. You’re going to go upstairs and into the first room on the right. Strip all your clothes off and leave them neatly folded on the chair, and then kneel on the cushion I’ve left on the floor for you and wait for me, okay?” I instructed.
Cooper whimpered and his eyes turned molten. “Yes, Daddy.”
My cottage was not a home you could sneak around in, and I could hear Cooper’s movements upstairs until they abruptly stopped, and I knew he must have settled on the cushion, having finished his tasks.
I downed a glass of water to try to cool myself down before refilling it and fetching a load of ice cubes from the freezer for the second one.
It took more willpower than I was proud to admit to wait downstairs for a while.
I wanted Cooper squirming and just the right side of on edge when I got up there.
Counting back from two hundred, I did everything I could to centre myself so I’d be the best Dom I could be for Cooper tonight.
I refused to be another one of his bad experiences because he deserved so much care, attention, and adoration that we could play all day, every day, and it still wouldn’t be enough.
Five, four, three, two… one.
I didn’t attempt to be quiet as I took the stairs, wanting Cooper to be alert when I entered the room, but I nearly fucking lost it when I stepped inside.
Cooper was kneeling with his thighs spread apart and his semihard cock nestled in between, tight balls resting on the cushion below.
His skin was flawless, with a smattering of hair over his legs, stomach, and chest that perfectly embodied his soft masculinity.
He kept his hands behind his back, which pushed his firm delicious-looking pecs out, and his gaze remained cast down.
I approached him slowly before tilting his head up with the tip of my index finger.
“Open up.”
He did so dutifully, and I pushed two fingers between his lips for him to suck on.
Cooper had admitted during the week to having an oral fixation.
He sucked on lollipops a lot, and even his thumb sometimes when he was stressed, as he’d found having things to suck on calmed his nerves.
It wasn’t something I’d really come across before, but Cooper looked great with my fingers or my cock in his mouth, so I certainly wasn’t planning on discouraging it.
“Good boy. Do you want to know what I have planned, or do you want me to just take you through it?” I removed my fingers so he could reply.
“Take me through it, please, Daddy,” he said without hesitation before opening his mouth wide again.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever ached like this for someone before.
In all my years on the scene as a Daddy Dom, I didn’t think I’d ever come across a sub with such a precious innocence to them.
Cooper was a diamond among rubble, and I already knew I’d be fucked when this arrangement inevitably came to an end.
“Stand up and turn around for me. Place your hands on the mattress.”
I palmed my own hard length through my jeans at the sight. Nestled between the cheeks of the peachiest arse I’d ever seen was a round metal base. I tapped it three times with the tip of my finger, and Cooper gasped.
“How does it feel, little fox?”
“G-good. I like feeling ready for you, Daddy. So you c-can take me when you want.”
Unable to help myself, I gripped his cheeks and spread them. I tugged on the base just enough that I could see where his hole gripped around it, desperately trying to suck it inside.
Letting him go, I walked around the bed to where I’d left a pile of blankets and cushions.
“Tonight, we’re going to do this together. But next week when you come, you’ll prepare this for us on your own.”
Cooper eyed the nesting materials like they were sharks circling him in the water, and his breaths became shallow and panicked.
“Yellow,” he whimpered.