Chapter 40 Ezrah
Chapter forty
Ezrah
In the morning, I made breakfast for my boy and kept him in my lap while we ate.
Yesterday I had plans to propose on my knees. Instead, I did it with my cock buried in his hole. Today I intend to make it right.
"Boy, I want you to go take a shower. Make it long. Then put on something you love wearing, get ready, and wait for me in your room."
My boy immediately starts pouting.
"But Daddy, I thought we'd shower together. And what about your rule about not showering alone?"
I kiss his pouting lips because resisting them is impossible.
"You're forbidden to take baths alone, but showers are okay. Besides, I trust you."
His eyes shine and I can't look away.
"Okay, Daddy."
He gets off my lap and disappears toward the bathroom. I clean the table first, then make a phone call. There's only one person I know who can pull off what I need on such short notice. I still don't have a location, but I know everything else that I'll need.
It takes fifteen minutes to explain exactly what I want. He promises he'll deliver and that I shouldn't worry about a thing.
Next, I check the inner pocket of my jacket to make sure the ring box is still there. It is.
I sip my coffee and think about where I want to propose. He deserves the best. I want to give him the best.
Doing it in his apartment or mine doesn't feel right. I'm still undecided when I hear my boy calling from his room.
I open the door and stop short.
He's wearing a black corset with a light pink shirt underneath. The sleeves are curly and wide. His pants match the shirt and cling tight enough that when he twirls, my knees go weak.
Fuck. My cock hardens instantly. I want to drag him close by that sweet ass and ruin the outfit completely.
His light pink hair is styled, and he's wearing cute bunny ears.
I plow toward him and grin when he shivers.
I pull him into my arms and devour his lips. I love the moans, all the breathless little sounds, and the way he melts.
"You're breathtakingly beautiful, boy," I whisper into his ear.
"Thank you, Daddy."
"Are you ready?"
"I am," he practically bounces. "Where are we going?"
"It's a surprise."
"I love surprises, but can't you at least give me a hint? I've been a good boy."
I try to hide my smile and fail.
"Yes, you've been a very good boy. And that's why you'll keep being a good boy and not ask Daddy for any hints."
"Okay," he chirps.
I smile as I tie his shoes and guide him out. As always, I open the door for him and buckle his belt. He kisses my cheek with a bright smile.
My chest actually aches with how much I love this man.
He's my everything.
The second I saw his sexy outfit – the corset, the ears, the smile – I knew where I wanted to take him.
Before leaving, I used the excuse that I needed to use the bathroom and sent a quick message to Ethan. I asked if I could use his special place for the day. He agreed without any questions.
Sebastian is practically vibrating with energy, trying to guess where we're going. Even when we leave the city and head up a rough mountain path, he doesn't seem worried.
Half an hour later, the mansion comes into view.
Sebastian inhales sharply, his hand flying to his mouth.
"Daddy… what's this?"
I smile at the sight.
The walls are painted in six thematic squares: fast cars, animals, dragons, a pink wonderland of things I can't name, a blue section filled with more cute things, and a final panel full of Little-centered imagery.
Beside the house is a massive playground with anything a Little could possibly imagine. Slides, swings, climbing frames, monkey bars, sea-saws, enormous rocking animals. And the fun part is that it continues to the back with even more things.
It's a Little's heaven.
I look at my boy and know I've made the right decision to bring him here.
"This place is Ethan's. I asked for his permission to bring you."
Seb whips his head toward me. "This is Ethan's?"
"Yes. Why are you so shocked?"
"I didn't think he was into this. I thought he was a masochist dom."
"I never asked what he is, and I don't care. A year ago, two scums traumatized two littles. Ethan ordered me to bring them here. I did, and then left them with him. But I did look around the place with his permission before I left."
Seb nods, then his attention snaps back to the playground.
"Want to go explore?"
"Yeees!"
"But first, there's one place I want you to come with me."
My boy hops out of the car faster than I do. I grab the box with the gift I bought for my boy a few days ago, and then go to him.
Taking his hand in mine, I guide him toward the entrance and then up to the second door on the second floor.
The wall overlooking the playground is all windows. The rest of the room is empty of any furniture. But there's a reason I chose to bring my boy here.
He notices it immediately.
The floor is painted like a bumpy, winding road, every path curving toward the right wall where a large, realistic-looking heart is drawn.
While he's taking everything in, Seb steps farther into the room.
I follow him, and the moment he turns toward me, I fall to my knees.
"I know I already asked if you'll marry me, but I wanted to fall on my knees for you and do this right," I begin.
His eyes fill with tears as he watches me.
Slowly, I open the box in my hands. He gasps, his hand flying to his lips.
"You always knew I was the one for you. And now I know too. You came into my life and changed everything. You freed me, both the darkness and the light are finally free to be and to love all of you. All the roads led to you."
My own vision mists as I stare into his eyes.
"I love all of you. Your giggles, your beautiful eyes, your touches, your heart, and your soul. I want it all for life. I want all of your light and all of your darkness. Will you marry me?"
"Yes!"
My boy throws himself at me, and I fall on my ass, but I don't care. I can't stop smiling. I don't think I've ever been this happy.
He peppers my face with kisses, and I laugh, giving him everything he wants.
"Put the ring on meee." He waves his left hand wildly in front of my face.
"You're impatient, boy," I tease.
"I want it!"
"You already have it."
I take the ring out of the box and, with slightly shaking hands, slide it onto his finger. His lower lip trembles and tears streak his cheek, but the happiness in his eyes is undeniable.
I look down at his hand and feel my heart skip a beat.
The ring is perfect for my boy. The band is simple, but in the middle sits a small bunny made of diamonds. I had it custom-made the night after I watched him kill a man. I knew that one day, sooner or later, I'd want to propose to him, to make him mine forever.
And we will be together forever. There won't be a divorce for us. I'm certain of that, just like I'm certain of our love.
"I love it, Daddy. I love it so much."
"I'm glad, my boy."
"I'll be your husband!" He squeals, launching himself into my arms.
I bury my face in his neck and inhale deeply. He's everything to me, and seeing him this happy, because of me, means the world.
We stay like this a little longer, just basking in the moment. Then my boy's curiosity turns to the box I brought.
"Go ahead. Open it."
He hurries to do as I say. When he sees the cute pajamas with rainbows and little animals, he screams.
"Is this for me!?"
"Of course it is, boy. You didn't think you'd be playing on the playground with that outfit, did you?"
"You're the best Daddy in the world!"
He kisses me. When he pulls back, I see all his love, and all his darkness too. I don't look away. I never will.
"And you're all mine," he adds.
I claim his lips.
We don't need more words.
Both of us know the truth, and nothing and no one can ever change it.