Chapter 9 November #2
I sighed, liking that already. I snagged my overnight bag, winking at Vince, as we started up. Vince took it from me and led me to the one door that had been closed all day. He pushed it open and gestured for me to enter.
I’d been expecting something along the same lines as the rest of the house as far as design went, but that assumption was incorrect.
While it was no less light and airy than the rest of his home, it was also elevated to the elegant side.
The wall behind his bed was textured in soft gray and some weird golden bars stretched out above the cushioned headboard.
“That…” Vince proudly waved toward the art. “Is the sound of my racecar revving. Like a spectrogram.”
“Visualization of sound. That’s pretty cool.” Who would have thought that a sound could become such a sophisticated display? Not me.
Vince dropped my bag on the bench at the foot of the bed. All the materials and fabrics in the room were lush, including the sitting area, complete with an electric fireplace. “This is nice, Daddy. Surprising.”
“Is that good?”
“That’s the best.” I gave him a shy smile, which he returned. But then the awkwardness set in. He clearly did not know what to do. Good thing I had no problem controlling the scene. “Well. I think daddies normally make their boys take a bath before bed. Don’t you?”
“Yes, uh…” He was adorable, scrunching up that masculine face. “Let’s get you a bath then.” He led me into the en suite.
“Whoa.” It was beautiful. The first thing to take in was a huge standalone tub set within a large, completely tiled space where the shower was.
A glass door enclosed the wet room. Dual vanities with backlit mirrors flanked it.
Everything was neutral except the gorgeous gray veining in the tile.
With the golden glow of the lighting, it was simply spectacular.
“Let me get the water started.” Vince moved into the wet room and turned the water on to fill the tub. “You'd better get undressed.”
The water ran while Vince busied himself getting towels, and for a minute, I could only stand there, stunned.
I didn’t know why or how this man continued to surprise me, but there wasn’t anything else I could do.
I kicked my flip-flops aside and pulled my shirt off.
Eyeing that tub had my internal little begging to come out, so I let it. “Daddy…button.”
When Vince looked over at me, I fiddled with the fastener, deliberately not unbuttoning it.
“Oh. Here. I’ll help.” We stepped closer to each other, and he bent to unbutton my shorts.
“There we go.” He tugged them a little, and I wiggled my ass, letting them fall.
Before he could back up, I yanked my boxers off.
His eyes widened as he took me in, standing there naked.
I pushed past him, laughing. “Bubbles?” But there was only water in the tub.
“I don’t have bubbles, but I’ll put them on my list so you can have them next time.” Oooh…he was already thinking about next time.
“Tank you, Daddy.” I was about to lift up to get in the tub when he stopped me with a hand on my shoulder.
“Hold on.” He reached around me and stuck his hand in the water. “Okay. Let me help you.” He wrapped his arms around me and slowly lowered me into the water.
It was warm, but not too hot. “Mmm…perfect.” I dropped the rest of the way in and started splashing. “You need some toys, Daddy.”
“What? Uh, what kind?” I suspected his mind went straight to the gutter, thinking butt plugs and dildos.
I giggled. “Silly, Daddy. You need boats, duckies, and froggies. Like that.”
“I’ll get some if you’ll stay over more.”
“Maybe if you get some, I will. Wash my back, Daddy?” I leaned forward, and Vince put a rolled-up towel on the floor beside the tub to kneel on.
He started with my back and shoulders, soaping me up with his body wash.
Then he lingered over every muscle and line of my body, along my neck and shoulders, the length of my arms, and along my thighs and calves.
He even got between my toes. It was an erotic exploration, cleaning was incidental, and my cock thickened more and more with every light stroke.
Greedily, I wanted more, so I leaned back and pushed my hips forward.
“Wash my pee-pee too.” It stuck straight up, pointing to him, and I wiggled my hips to show it off.
Vince rubbed over the head with a soapy hand, and it got impossibly harder.
“Ooh, Daddy, pee-pee likes that. Rub me some more.” I wiggled my hips more and sloshed the water.
Some of it went over the side of the tub.
Instead of doing as asked, Vince grunted. “Time to get out of the tub, baby-boy and we’ll see what else you like.”
Well, that was a good suggestion. I stood and lifted my arms up. “I soapy.”
Vince unplugged the tub and grabbed the handheld wand, wetting my head and rinsing me. He quickly washed my hair and rinsed it again. By the time he finished, he was as wet as I was. “Ready?”
I lifted my hands in the air again, and he wrapped a big, fluffy towel around me. Then picked me up, flipped me sideways, bridal-style, and carried me into the main room.
After he set me on the bed, he stripped out of his wet clothes.
“Come on. In the bed with you.” He pulled the blankets down and I crawled, but not before dumping the towel on the floor.
And Daddy Vince climbed in after me. He pulled me against his body, so we touched chest to chest and wrapped our legs together.
“This is nice, Daddy.”
“I agree. How about this?” He bent his head to kiss and suck my neck, making me giggle. Then he snaked a hand between us and flicked my nipple.
I hissed. “Daddy…”
“Mmhmm…” He lowered and licked over the injured nub. “You taste good.”
“Silly, Daddy. You going to eat me up?”
“I am.” He ran his hand down to my hip, then slid behind and squeezed my ass. “I want this. Turnover.” He sounded a little growly, but that only turned me on more.
I flipped over and stuck my ass up, waiting to see what he would do.
Vince got behind me and spread my ass cheeks.
For a minute, nothing happened, but before I could say anything or start to fidget, he blew a cool breath across my hole.
“Beautiful.” Then he licked over it. “Tight.” He did it again before spearing his tongue inside.
My moan was long and low, filling the room with my pleasure. I had to give him credit for this one. For being inexperienced, he sure jumped right in on rimming me. And it felt so good. I couldn’t keep from moving my hips.
“Uh-uh-uh. Be a good boy and hold still.” He held me, lifting my knees off the mattress to keep me from rocking, and I thought I was going to come right then and there.
“Daddy. I’m gonna.”
He flipped me on my back and grabbed the base of my cock, squeezing. “No. I’m not done with you yet.”
I nodded, eyes stinging with tears. Damn—just damn. He was tripping every single one of my switches.
“Good boy. Don’t move.” He leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube that I hadn’t noticed and squirted some out on his hand. He spent time stretching me, and that felt incredible, but he was going annoyingly slow.
“More, Daddy. I’m ready.”
“Mmph.” He tossed the lube bottle onto the nightstand and grabbed a condom. He opened and rolled it over his cock. “You sure?”
“Yes. Please.”
He spread my legs, looking down at me. The lighting was low, giving him just enough illumination to see everything. Cock, balls, taint, hole. After a nice, long peek, he pressed my legs back, lifting my ass, and lined up the crown of his cock.
It was probably average in length but thicker, especially the bulbous head.
But he pressed it to my hole, scrunching his face in concentration as he worked it in.
It took deep breathing and pushing from both of us, but his efforts got the job done, then he looked down with me with a lecherous smile. “How’s that?”
Since I hadn’t been with anyone in a long time, I certainly felt all of him, filling me up. His cardamom scent overpowered me, and I wanted to drown in his amber eyes. “Vince…”
“No-No. Open your eyes, Joey. I want to see you.”
Slowly, I fluttered my eyes open.
“Better. Ready?”
“Yes…”
I started panting as he moved. Slow at first but quickly picking up. He hit my prostate, and I called out.
“Was that good?”
“Yes…”
“Then let’s see if I can do it again.”
His aim improved as his pace increased, and I was shouting, ready to come and trying not to. “Daddy, please…please…”
“Okay, Joey, babe. Come for me.” He grabbed my cock and stroked, but he hardly needed to. I immediately shot off, my jizz splashing on his chest and abs as I moaned. And he kept fucking me through the orgasm, then thrust once more before he held still and grunted. “Oh, God.”
I sighed, words escaping me. I was lightheaded, being pulled under into sleep.
It had been a damned long time since I felt comfortable enough with someone else to let myself drift off without worry.
In fact, it had probably never happened.
But that’s where I was. Free. Relaxed. Because I trusted my daddy.
When Vince climbed into bed beside me after doing all the clean-up, he pulled a blanket over us. I tossed and turned, having lost that blissed-out feeling. “What is it, babe?” Daddy rubbed my arm. “Settle down. Time to sleep.”
“Can’t sleep. Need my binkie.”
“You’re what?”
“My binkie. Is in my bag.” I gestured to the foot of the bed, where I thought I’d dropped my duffel.
“I’ll get it.”
I heard him rummaging around, filtering through my things. “Oh. This?” He held up my prize.
“Yes.” I sat up, reaching for it.
“You are so full of surprises.” He kissed my forehead as I sucked my binkie into my mouth with a frown of worry. Was this the deal breaker? “Don’t worry, babe. It’s all good stuff.” He pressed his lips to my bare arm and turned me away from him so he could spoon in behind me.