Chapter 6 #2
It’s ridiculous, but my heart skips a beat hearing him call this place ‘home.’ I know that’s not what he meant, not really.
He’s only staying here for a couple of days.
But he slots in so perfectly with Tallis and I.
It’s almost as if he’s been here a hundred times before rather than just a few hours.
My mind drifts as I dote on him, cleaning every inch of his sweet little body as I wonder what it might be like to actually date someone as a couple, rather than simply playing with them for a one-off occasion.
We’ve never done that before, but I’m already considering if it could be a possibility.
Maybe I should see how the weekend unfolds before jumping ahead to such grand ideas.
Here I am imagining a future beyond this tryst, and I don’t even know this young man’s name or anything about him. Well, that’s not entirely true. I know how he tastes and what he looks like when he comes his brains out. That’s not insignificant.
Names might be off limits, which is why I haven’t asked him for his. I’ll have to check with Tallis. Sometimes we stick with monikers to keep up the fantasy and also maintain a little anonymity.
I think I’ll be sad if that’s the case. My birthday wish would be to get to know everything I possibly can about our tasty little treat.
For now, I content myself with sponging and caressing and lathering every inch of his body, stealing kisses whenever I can. He giggles sleepily whenever I do, and that makes my heart sing.
He really is perfect. But I can’t help the worry creeping in again that he does seem a little skinny. Some people are like that naturally. However, I can’t shake the feeling that he’s maybe not eating enough.
Well, that’s certainly something Tallis and I can address while he’s our guest.
We spend the next several minutes in easy silence as I dry us both off and dress us in the warm robes.
Tallis has also left out a new pair of guest slippers that I put on our little treat’s feet.
He almost seems to have regressed age wise with how he happily allows me to baby him, which is only an unexpected but delightful bonus as far as I’m concerned.
He further encourages my theory when he lets me take his hand and lead him downstairs for dinner.
“Thank you, Daddy,” he says softly with a warm smile as I pull out a chair for him at the dining table and get him seated.
I brush my fingers against his damp hair and beam down at him. “You’re very welcome, little treat.”
Tallis is also dressed in his robe, and it’s a delightfully cozy scene as the three of us dig into the delicious casserole he’s made us.
Tallis and I drink Champagne and talk about our week apart, while our boy quietly wolfs down his food.
I wonder if he ate before we played. Even if he did, he’d have used up a lot of energy, especially if he’s not used to the drop that comes after kink.
I’m happy to dish him out another helping.
Tallis poured him some Champagne, and he’s taken a few sips, but I’m actually not mad that he’s favoring gulping down water that I keep refilling from the pitcher.
If he’s well hydrated with a full belly, he’s going to sleep like an angel.
As I suspected, his eyelids are drooping before he’s even cleared his second plate.
“It looks like our little one is ready for bed, Master,” I say, raising an eyebrow at Tallis.
He nods, looking at our boy fondly as he rises from the table. “I agree, Augie Pie. Shall we get him tucked in?”
“I’m okay,” the boy protests as I reach for his hand. “It’s still early.”
Tallis laughs and shakes his head. “What did we say about honesty, little treat? Do you want another punishment tomorrow or are you going to be a good boy?”
He looks up at us both. “I don’t mean to be bad,” he says quietly. “But don’t you want to do more stuff? I’m supposed to do whatever you want, Daddy. It’s your birthday. I want to be a good present for you.”
I pause and feel Tallis also still beside me as we both regard the young man sitting before us. It’s not entirely ethical that he’d be willing to continue when he’s obviously in no state to. If I can find a moment to talk to him about that tomorrow, I will.
But the fact that his only priority is my happiness makes my heart ache. He truly is a wonder. I can’t remember the last time I was so enamored by someone so fast.
Well, that’s not entirely accurate. I do remember.
Because I married him.
“You’ve been an excellent present so far, little treat,” Tallis says with a frown.
He’s adorable when subs contradict him, intentionally or not.
I’m sure he’s feeling ruffled in this moment that either myself or the boy would think he had anything less than impeccable taste in perfect gifts, even when they’re the human variety.
“Darling, you’re clearly exhausted,” I say patiently. “What Daddy wants is for you to rest so we can have lots of fun tomorrow. You’re not letting anybody down by listening to your body’s needs.”
Tallis narrows his eyes at him and slips his hands in the pockets of his robe, looking every bit the Master of the house.
“It’s fun to talk dirty, little one, and tell you we’re going to fuck you whenever we like.
But you need to remember that we’re not going to want to fuck you if you’re not going to enjoy it.
Are you really telling us you feel able to play again right now? ”
The boy opens his mouth…then closes it once more as he appears to give further consideration to his words. “No, Master,” he says, looking away and slumping in his chair.
Tallis puffs out his cheeks. “Good boy for being honest. If I teach you only one damn thing this weekend about kink it’s that you should never do anything you don’t want to just because you think the other person expects it.”
“That should be true for all sex,” I add with a frown, my protective instincts rearing up. “And relationships in general.”
It’s even better if we can bring this issue up with him now, then we can maybe reiterate it again tomorrow to make sure he properly understands. The thought of a Dom with questionable morals taking advantage of him or hurting him makes me seethe with a quiet rage.
Actually, the thought of him having sex with anyone else under any circumstances gives me the urge to break something. But that’s ridiculous. I’m clearly just riding the high still from an incredible scene. This boy is only ours for the weekend.
And we’re going to make it incredible for him.
The young man nibbles his lower lip then nods, meeting our gazes again. “Yes, Daddy. Sorry, Master.”
Tallis hums in disapproval. “No need to apologize. This was an opportunity to learn something and for all of us to communicate better. And you didn’t require much encouragement to tell us how you were really feeling. So I think we can chalk this moment up to experience.”
The boy nods and relaxes a fraction. “Thank you, Master. But, um, can I maybe have a punishment tomorrow anyway?”
I can’t help but laugh in delight and look at Tallis, who raises his eyebrows before touching his thumb and finger to our boy’s chin. “So you like a little pain, after all?”
The boy squirms in his seat, his cheeks blossoming with an adorable blush. “If it’s like the wax, then yeah, maybe. I loved that. It was like touching lighting, but it felt safe.”
I feel Tallis practically glowing beside me. “I told you, little treat. You will always be safe with us. If you want to explore this kink further, it doesn’t have to be as a punishment. I would be happy to accommodate you.”
It makes me so happy to see the two of them interacting like this.
But it’s even better knowing that I haven’t been able to help Tallis that much with his more sadist side.
It’s almost as if this perfect boy was sent to us so he could fulfill the fantasies we haven’t been able to balance between us, bringing us closer together.
Like a puzzle piece we didn’t even know we were missing.
“Thank you, Master,” the boy says eagerly. “But only if that’s what Daddy wants. This weekend is about him.”
My heart melts. There he goes again, being kind and thoughtful without any hesitation.
“It’s about all of us,” I insist. “And I know I’ll enjoy watching you let my husband play with you like that very much, just like we did with the wax this evening.”
The little treat beams at me. “Okay, Daddy.”
“Now,” Tallis says slightly impatiently. “Can we agree that it’s your bedtime?”
“Yes, Master,” the boy says, peeking up through his long, golden lashes with such beautiful submission it steals my breath for a second.
Our bedroom is all set up with the corner of the duvet turned down and just one lamp on to illuminate the way as we usher our treat into the super king-sized bed.
There are three sets of pillows rather than our regular two, and once we’ve removed his robe, we settle him in the middle, naked like we’ll be when we join him later.
We have to be ready for anything at any time, of course. Only after he’s had some sleep.
“Master?” the boy says as we tuck him in. My husband pauses and gives him his full attention. “Would you like me to call you that for the whole weekend? Or can I call you Tallis when we’re not in a scene?”
Tallis regards him fondly as he rubs the boy’s leg through the bed sheets. “So long as you give me my proper title when we’re playing, I’m happy for you to call me either around the house, sweetheart.”
The boy nods, then looks at me. “Can I still call you Daddy, though? Or would you prefer to be August?”
My heart swells. A lot of the subs we’ve had over in the past wanted to distinguish kink from real life and never even brought up calling me Daddy outside of the scenes.
I had noticed that he’d been using my title since we finished playing.
But I like that he’s asked for an official stance on the matter.
I lean down and kiss the top of his head. “I’d love to be your Daddy for as long as you’d like. And how about you, little treat? What shall I call you?”
He smiles up at me, but now that he’s snuggled in bed, his eyelids are drooping again. “I’m Oliver, Daddy. I like all the names you and Tallis have been calling me, but that’s my real name. I’m your special little birthday treat.”
“Yes, you are,” I agree, but he’s already drifting off.
Oliver.
Now I know one more thing about him.
I can’t wait to discover more. I just hope we have enough time. Because right now, it doesn’t feel like it.