Chapter 4
Oliver
The last couple of hours have been a lot. Like…a lot a lot.
But in the most incredible way.
Tallis wouldn’t hear of me riding my bike and picked me up from campus in his fancy car.
I won’t lie, I felt like a bit of a celebrity as more than a few heads turned our way.
As we drove to his and August’s house, he asked me how my week had been.
I’m not used to anyone except my mom caring about that stuff, so even though it was probably quite boring, I told him all about my classes and my friend Valerie and hinted at some of my graduation stress.
He asked if I had plans for after I leave college but didn’t push it when I told him not really.
Before I knew it, we arrived at his big house which is even fancier than the car, and he gave me a quick tour of the place seeing as I’m going to be living here until Sunday evening.
It was difficult not to be a little intimidated at the size of the place.
My mom and I have always lived in the same two-bedroom apartment and worked our asses off to make sure we never lost it.
I feel like our whole home could fit inside the double garage alone.
Rather than let myself feel jealous or inadequate, I purposefully swung the other way toward gratitude that these incredibly successful people would share their wealth with me at all.
It’s obvious that they comfortably have room for half a dozen guests, and whatever money they want to throw at me probably won’t make a dent in their finances this month.
But for me, this is undoubtedly going to be a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and I’m determined to appreciate every moment of it.
Tallis was in contact with August—Daddy—as soon as his plane landed and made sure the traffic was okay once he got on the road. That way, he knew how much time we had before his husband was going to return.
Time in which to get me ready.
I’ll be honest, I was a bit nervous about the whole naked thing. But as Tallis led me to the spare room, I reminded myself that he’s my Master and I don’t have to worry about making any decisions now. He and Daddy are going to take care of that for the next couple of days.
I’ve never been undressed with such consideration before.
I’ve had plenty of guys help tear my clothes off as we try and get into bed as soon as possible.
But my Master positioned me at the foot of the bed and had me stand still as he slowly peeled everything away, placing my belongings carefully in a picnic basket.
“You’ll get them back on Sunday evening,” he’d explained to me. As he closed the lid, it was as if he was closing a part of my brain that holds all my worries.
It was pretty awesome.
He explained that we’ll typically play with food and anything else that will get us mucky in here, then sleep and relax in the main bedroom.
I think he said something about having two mattress protectors on this bed and only using satin sheets, not bothering with a duvet, so it’s all quicker and easier to clean up.
But by that point in his prep talk, I’d been relieved of my last scrap of clothing, and he’d started massaging my shoulders, so my brain had gone all goopy.
That was nothing compared to how he’d then moved in front of me and dropped to his knees.
I’d gasped in surprise, having assumed that as the Master, he wouldn’t do something so submissive.
But then he’d told me to stay very still, and it was obvious who was in charge of the situation even as his lips wrapped around my already half-hard cock.
Being naked but having him still dressed in pants and a button-down made me feel all kinds of ways. Again, it made it clear who the Dominant one was, but I didn’t feel like I was being controlled or trapped. It was incredibly freeing, actually.
He kept his clothes on as he laid me out on the bed, chest down and hugging a pillow as he spread my cheeks and began to eat my ass out. I’d douched thoroughly this morning as per his instructions, but he hadn’t wanted me to stretch in preparation like a few guys have asked me to before.
That’s the Master’s job, apparently.
As he’d got going, he told me to be as noisy as I wanted. I’m glad, because the feral moans that escaped my throat as he slowly worked me over were pure filth. It felt so natural to utter “Yes, Master!” over and over again as I grunted, whimpered and begged my way through the preparation.
Obviously, I knew I wasn’t going to be allowed to come yet, so I wasn’t surprised that once he was satisfied, he eased a lubricated plug into my hole and a cock ring around my balls and shaft.
“Color, little treat?” he’d asked.
“Green, Master,” I’d managed to utter, entirely truthfully.
“Good boy.”
That was the moment he kissed me for the first time, with my own intimate flavors on his lips. He’d held my chin as I’d knelt on the bed, my hands curled loosely on my thighs as he took what he wanted from me.
It was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
After checking I was okay to keep kneeling, he then poured a glittery, vanilla-scented sort of syrup into his hands and spread it over my arms, chest and thighs.
“I’m going to leave you here now, little treat,” he’d told me.
“I want you to stay on your knees, but you must be able to move when I return. If you start to ache too much or get pins and needles, you are to shift so your back is against the pillows, and your legs are stretched out. You will not be punished for moving, but you will be punished if you are in too much discomfort when I get back to be of use to me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” I’d said, thinking the idea was obviously to see if I could stay kneeling.
But after only a few minutes by myself, I’d started to get alarmingly uncomfortable without anything else to distract me.
As I didn’t know how long he was going to be, I only held out another minute before doing what he’d said and moving to rest against the pillows with my legs stretched out.
I felt like a failure.
All the lovely, dreamy feelings ebbed away, and I started getting cold as I waited for him to come back up the stairs and give me a disappointed face.
By the time I heard his feet approaching, there was a delicious smell wafting through the house of whatever dinner he’d been working on.
But despite all his previous efforts, I was soft again, convinced he was going to take one look at me and tell me I wasn’t good enough for his husband, after all.
The complete opposite happened.
He’d walked in with a large silver platter in his hands, observed the situation, and his face had split into a delighted smile.
“Oh, what a good little treat you are,” he’d said as he’d placed the goodies on the side and perched between that and me on the side of the bed.
He’d caressed the side of my face as I’d looked at him in confusion.
“I told you I wouldn’t be angry if you made sure you stayed comfortable.
I needed you to really understand the power balance going on here, Oliver.
I’m proud of you and I’d like to give you a reward. ”
A sob had threatened to break free of my chest, I’d been so relieved.
I managed to just nod and blink back tears instead.
Then Tallis had proceeded to feed me strawberries dipped in chocolate sauce, alternating with sweet kisses on my lips.
When he gazed at me, it was with something that looked like awe.
The lovely, dreamy feelings soon came back.
After that, he left me once again, but this time only for a few minutes. He returned with Champagne in a silver bucket and three glasses. I don’t know why, but I thought there’d only be two. Being included like that gave me butterflies in my tummy along with all the fruit and chocolate.
I watched as Tallis quickly lit the hundred or so candles he’d already had out with a long-necked lighter, creating a magical atmosphere as the sun set outside.
Then he took his socks off and put them in a hamper, leaving him in just his pants and shirt.
I’d noticed earlier when he’d undressed me that the wooden floor in here is heated from underneath, which makes sense if they want to keep themselves warm but also mop.
My cock was still quite soft after wilting in the time I’d been waiting. But the realization that we were soon going to start making a mess made it twitch back to life again.
Tallis rearranged us so he could sit behind me, our legs nestled against each other, and then he held me while we waited.
He spent that time murmuring sweet nothings into my ear, reminding me of all the filthy things he and his husband were planning on doing to me over the next few days.
When he’d taken my length in hand, I’d been trembling in anticipation.
“When are you allowed to come, little treat?” he’d asked me.
“Only when the Master says,” I replied obediently.
“Good boy.”
It was only about a minute later that a new voice had called through the house, and my heart had leapt, knowing I was about to finally meet my Daddy.
Any lingering thoughts that I might be a disappointment to him vanished the second he walked into the bedroom and took in the scene. His face had been one of pure delight and wonder. And now he was in the shower, getting ready to come back and play with his birthday present.
“How are you feeling, little treat,” Tallis asks me as we hear the water in the bathroom switch on. He moves his hands to pinch my nipples, making me gasp.
“Green, Master, green,” I tell him honestly.
In the moment, I realized that I never even thought to ask him what August looked like. I probably assumed that they were similar, and all I’d really cared about was that he was a kind and caring Daddy. But to my delight, he’s gorgeous in a different way.