Chapter 11 Benji
BENJI
I was never one for really doing anything for New Year’s Eve unless it was somehow connected to work, which sadly happened a lot.
I didn’t have anything against it, it just had never been a big holiday for me.
It felt like an arbitrary day on the calendar to make a new start.
I was never one to wait when change needed to happen, so that didn’t fit with my decision-making style.
Safe to say I’d been a bit Grinchy about New Year’s Eve over the years. That ended now.
This year, I was excited. I told Cain that I was taking care of everything and had gotten us reservations at my favorite restaurant and booked us a private room. Daddy spoiled me all the time, and tonight, I wanted to spoil him.
I dressed in my best-looking suit, basing the “best-looking” part on the fact that the last time I’d worn it, Cain and I barely left the house. He wanted to devour me completely, and I’d wanted that as well. If we hadn’t been meeting people, that night would've gone much differently.
Cain walked into the room, looking yummy.
“We need to go now,” I said, so quickly it came out as almost one word.
“And why is that?” He stepped in, nibbling on my bottom lip. He knew exactly why.
“Because if we don’t, we’re gonna miss our reservation.” Which was sounding increasingly good.
“Would that be so bad?” A sweet kiss, far too sweet for my liking.
“No, I suppose it wouldn’t be, but I did get us a private room.” I ran my hand down his chest. “Let’s go. We’ll get back to this later.”
It was embarrassing walking out. My pants were so tight anybody could see my hard-on, but also, I didn’t really mind it at all.
Funny how different I was now that I felt accepted and loved for who I was.
There was a time that would have been mortifying.
It showed a lack of control, and I was nothing if not in control in my professional life.
That was how I was so strong in my business and why I embraced my Little side so hard.
We were greeted at the door, the ma?tre d’ recognizing me and leading us to our private room.
It was still decked to the halls with Christmas items, something I requested.
They offered to decorate for New Year’s, but I wanted to hold on to that Christmas magic just a tad bit longer.
Growing up, it was pretty common for people to keep their trees up until after New Year’s, so I didn’t feel like I was asking too much.
And even if I was, I was willing to pay for it, and they knew me well enough to know that.
“I don’t think I’ve been here before,” Cain said as he helped me to my seat, always the gentleman.
“It’s one of my favorites. I’m happy to share it with you.”
I’d already picked out and ordered a bottle of wine, which they had to procure for us, and the server opened it and set it on the table to breathe while we picked our meals.
They could’ve come out with a cheeseburger and I would’ve been happy because I was spending time with Cain, just the two of us celebrating together.
“We’re very alone,” he said, raking me with his eyes.
“We’re not that alone.” I looked up in the corner where there was a camera. The only reason I knew it was there was from when I held some business meetings in this very spot and had asked to make sure it was off due to confidentiality information. If only I’d remembered to do the same for tonight.
“If we eat well, we can be home and in bed and start the New Year off with a bang.” I offered.
“Sounds like the perfect way to welcome in the New Year.
The food was great…. the company was better. Just like I had promised, we were back and at home before the countdown.
Cain pulled me close the second we stepped inside, the distant fireworks from early celebrators echoed through the windows. Our fireworks were going to be better.
Daddy kissed me, slow and deep, not in any rush now that it was just us and the night stretched out ahead.
I tugged at his shirt, pushing it up over his head, loving the way he shivered at my touch. Daddy was usually the one taking control in times like this. There was something sexy about the slight shift in power.
My own clothes were next, dropped carelessly to the floor, and then we were pressed together, skin to skin, my heart hammering with anticipation. He kissed a path down my neck, his hands exploring, gentle and rough in all the ways that made me ache for him.
I rolled him onto his back, straddling his hips, and he grinned up at me, his eyes sparkling. “Someone’s feeling bold tonight,” he whispered.
“It’s nearly midnight and I have a promise to keep.”
“Consider it kept.” He pressed his lips to mine and I got lost in his kiss, his touch, everything that was Cain.
Despite my self imposed time table, Cain took his time, making sure I felt every caress, every kiss, every shiver of pleasure.
As he worshiped me with nis mouth, his fingers prepared my entrance.
I’d been so lost in his kisses, I hadn’t even noticed him grabbing the lube and slicking his fingers until they were circling me, teasing me until I was bucking into his hand.
Only then did he breach my hold, first with one finger, then two, then three, giving me a preview of what he was going to do when his cock was finally where it belonged… inside of me.
Slow and gentle time was over.
“I need you in me now, Daddy.”
“Patient my sweet boy,” he said, already lining himself up and slowly entering me.
I was so full, felt so complete, so loved.
“You look perfect beneath me.” Cain pressed a kiss to my lips.
“I’ll look better when you start to move,” I teased and loved the way he barked out in laughter.
Slowly at first, he began to thrust in and out of me.
I moved my hips, seeking more and Daddy gave it to me.
He moved faster and harder, moans flowing from me, my cock so hard between us.
Daddy must’ve sensed how needy I was, reaching down and wrapping his fingers around my length and giving it a jerk as he pounded into me.
It wasn’t long before I could no longer hold back, my cum shooting out, coating his hand and my chest, Daddy’s name pouring from my lips. He came next, just as our phones began to chime the new year.
We rode out our orgasms and ended up in a pile of sweaty, sticky limbs on the bed.
“You kept your promise, sweet boy.” He kissed my forehead. “Happy New Year.”
“Happy New Year, Daddy. Happy New Year.”