Epilogue
CALVIN
Spring
“Baby, can you come into my office, please?”
Now that Micah was back in college full-time, he spent every waking moment working on homework and prepping for classes. He’d wanted to take out student loans and start back in the fall, but that was a quick veto. There was no damn way I was letting him go into debt for school when there was no reason for it. He’d started back for the spring semester since there was no need to wait for financial aid approval.
“You needed me?” Micah peeked around the corner and entered when I waved him over to me. “Yes, Daddy?”
I pulled his smaller body onto my lap when he was close enough. Once he was in place, I dropped a lingering kiss on his mouth. When I moved back, Micah chased my lips, and we shared a deeper kiss.
“Why are you working, Daddy? We are supposed to be”—he stopped to glance at the clock, “leaving in an hour for dinner.”
“Says the guy who was doing homework.” I ignored his stuck-out tongue. “These documents need to be finalized, and I can’t concentrate enough to do it.”
As I spoke, I snaked my hands under his T-shirt to feel the smooth planes of his stomach and pecs. Even though he wasn’t emaciated anymore, he was still petite and slender. His dark hair was still the riot of curls I’d become obsessed with, but now they were shiny and bouncy. His eyes, always gorgeous, were no longer ringed with dark smudges from food and sleep scarcity. The freckles that dusted his nose were as cute as they had ever been.
“Oh no, Daddy. Can I do something to help?”
The laughter in Micah’s tone wasn’t well hidden, and neither was the sultry gleam in his eyes. Over the past few months, Micah had come out of his shell and sweetly teased me to his heart’s content. He was still the obedient boy he’d always been, but now his laughter came quicker and easier. The pride that I’d helped create a safe space for him to find that part of himself settled deep in my chest. This boy was my goddamn world.
“As a matter of fact, you can, baby. Get under my desk and suck my cock so I can finish these. It helps me concentrate.”
I captured Micah’s mouth before he could comply with my instructions. His lips parted immediately, and my tongue swept inside. I gladly swallowed his mewls and moans while our tongues twisted and turned around each other. I reluctantly drew back when my lungs objected to the lack of oxygen.
A pillow was already on the floor to protect Micah’s knees and he dropped gracefully down on it. With careful hands, he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled out my already-thickened cock. He lightly traced my shaft with his short nails before replacing his fingers with his tongue. When I was semi-hard, he slipped my dick into his mouth and applied gentle pressure.
He wasn’t attempting to make me come. I asked Micah before why he liked warming my cock as much as he did, and he said it was because nothing made him feel as useful or as submissive as servicing me while I continued with my day. I gladly provided the reminder.
With him fully in position, I typed with one hand while my other dropped to his head and threaded my fingers through his hair. The reward of a soft sigh warmed me, and I returned to my work while I petted him. Micah preferred me to ignore him in these moments, apart from my absent-minded touch, and I gladly complied with whatever made him happy. His little peen was trapped in its cage and unable to get hard, but mine had no such restrictions.
After about twenty minutes, the consistent pressure of his soft suckling was driving me mad. While Micah’s wet mouth warmed my cock, it had become more of a distraction. Thankfully, I finished my work and could properly focus on the more important task of making him come. I added my other hand to his hair and tightened my fingers around the curls. Micah favored me with a guttural moan.
“Baby, let go for a second. I need to pull back so you don’t hurt yourself.”
Micah reluctantly allowed my dick to slip out of his mouth but made no move to get off the pillow. I scooted the chair back, and Micah followed like a sweet puppy. While he was adamant he had no desire for impact play, he’d mentioned Beckett was reading Anna Sparrows’ Chance’s Choice with puppy play, and he thought it sounded fun.
For myself, the idea of Micah’s ass holding a tail and allowing me to lead him on a leash filled my mind with all sorts of filthy fantasies.
With my chair back far enough, I helped Micah to his feet so I could unzip his slacks. His breath hitched when I lifted out his penis, surrounded by the silicone case that enclosed it. I unlocked his cage with the key I always kept with me. When we started, Micah’s cage was purchased at the sex store. We’d moved to a custom-designed one so I could stop worrying about the remote possibility of long-term damage, given that Micah preferred to wear his so often.
Once removed, Micah was hard after a few strokes of my hand. His cut peen flushed a deep pink almost immediately. My sweet boy loved the reminder of his cage, but I was the one who reaped the benefits. I manhandled him into sitting on my desk, spread his knees as far as his pants allowed, and swallowed his dick. I was rewarded with its little twitches and jerks inside my mouth. With my nose nestled close to his skin, I inhaled deeply. Micah always smelled like citrus and cream with a hint of musk. It was a heady mixture.
Micah’s moans were intermixed with babbled pleas to come. I continued my steady pace while I jerked myself. My cock leaked enough precum to use as lube, though not quite enough. The bite was the tiniest bit painful but worth it. Between Micah’s dick in my mouth and my hand racing over my shaft, my brain had shut down, and I was working only on instinct.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddddddy,” Micah chanted over and over. “Please…I’m gonna…Daddddddddy…oh god…” I loved the neediness of my boy. He wanted so much to please me and knew how much controlling his orgasms thrilled me.
“Baby, I need to fuck you.” Micah immediately fell back on his elbows so I could access his sweet, delectable hole. I grabbed the lube from my desk drawer and drizzled some on my fingers. Micah’s head was thrown back and his entire body was open to me. Long gone was the boy embarrassed by his size. He knew how much I loved his peen and reveled in it.
My intention was to prep Micah slowly for my cock, but he wasn’t having that today. After a few strokes with one finger, he demanded I insert another.
“Daddy, I need you in me. Hurry, hurry.”
“Shhh. I’m not going to hurt you just because you’re impatient.” I curled my fingers to find that magic gland that sent Micah a little higher with each tap. His keening cries fed my ego like nothing else.
“I’m good. I promise, Daddy. Just fill me…fill my hole.”
I withdrew my fingers from Micah long enough to slather more lube on my cock. With Micah already splayed across my desk, I stood between his thighs and pulled his ass to the edge of the desk. I lined my cock up with his hole and probed his pucker.
“You ready, baby?”
“Yes…yes…fill me, Daddy.”
I pushed past the first ring of muscle and then the second. I eased in as slowly as I could force myself, although Micah’s chants of more made it difficult to remember to be cautious. When my cock was fully seated in his ass, I waited until his hissed breaths had calmed. I knew neither of us would last long today because we were already primed. Micah’s precum pooled on his stomach, and I rubbed it into his skin. I wanted to mark him from the inside out.
I pumped myself into Micah’s ass while he clasped his legs around my waist and then my shoulders. I jacked him in the same rhythm as I fucked him, and our bodies became slick and slippery with sweat. With each thrust, we moved closer to release until we were both standing on the edge of the cliff. His panted pleas were a song I’d never get tired of hearing.
“Come for me, baby. Give it all to me.”
Micah gripped the edge of the desk tightly as his back arched from his impending release. With his head thrown back, his shout echoed around my office while his peen spurted cum across his stomach and chest. His coming triggered my release, and I spilled into his pulsing, hot channel. Micah swiped the creamy goodness across his stomach with one finger and fed me. Fucking delicious. Our harsh breathing filled the room as we both floated back to earth.
“I love you, Daddy, but oh my gosh, we need to move.” Over the last year, I’d learned to accept Micah’s intolerance for being late. If we were supposed to be somewhere by a certain time, anything less than ten minutes early would unfortunately be late. It didn’t matter if it was only a casual dinner. “Sorry, the mood is gone.”
“Who’s the Daddy here?”
Micah’s happy laughter was my answer, and I didn’t bother attempting to pull rank with him when he nagged me to hurry up and get in the shower.
Micah slipped out of the passenger side with his natural grace. Glancing down at his suit, he smoothed imaginary wrinkles. He adjusted the cuffs and bow tie too. “Does this look all right?”
“Baby, you look sexy as hell.”
“Daddy! I don’t want to look sexy.” At my raised eyebrows, he scoffed and amended his claim. “I want to look sexy for you, but I want to look presentable to your friend.”
“You’re always presentable. And sexy.” I pulled Micah closer to give him a quick kiss on his pink lips. They were too tempting for such a fleeting one, so I dropped my mouth again to deepen the kiss. My tongue snuck inside his mouth for a quick sip. “Goddammit. Why did I agree to do this? I could have you all to myself at home.”
“Because you’re a business person, Daddy, and they have meetings. And I’ve been dying to eat at Quill ever since Elliott told me about it.”
“Not disloyal to eat at the competition?”
“Are they?” Micah cocked his head while he contemplated the possibility. “Did you know he and Beckett are some degree of cousins?” I shook my head, and he barreled on, “Anyway, they had a retirement thing here for Beckett’s dad last fall. Elliott said the food was, and I quote, ‘Oh my blanking god, so good, but the family drama was better.’”
“What was the family drama?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I didn’t want to be disloyal to Beckett, so I didn’t ask.”
A staff member opened the heavy wooden door, and I ushered Micah inside with a protective hand on the small of his back. After leaving our coats in the check closet, I captured Micah’s hand. I laced our hands together. His smaller hand fit so perfectly in mine.
The only problem was the lack of a ring on his finger. As much as I knew Micah was born to be the love of my life, I also knew he wouldn’t consider a proposal from me until he had a college degree. I was equal parts proud and vexed by his need to be independent. The moment he graduated, I was dropping to one knee.
Everything was different with Micah than in my previous relationships, including my incessant need to have my hands on him at all times. If we were walking, I needed to hold his hand. If we were watching a movie, I needed him cuddled next to me. At night, it was almost impossible to sleep if he wasn’t with me. Being his Daddy didn’t mean I wasn’t needy as fuck when it came to keeping Micah near me.
The host escorted us to one of the back seating areas that was enclosed like an Irish snug, complete with carved wooden panels that surrounded the booth and doors that closed for maximum privacy. The hushed tones of other diners gave an otherworldly feel to the place. It was designed for maximum privacy, likely owing to the private kink club next door.
“Emil, good to see you.” I greeted the ginger giant with an outstretched hand, which he clasped immediately.
“Same.” He nodded to me. He gave Micah a beaming smile, “Micah, it’s always better to see you.”
Micah blushed prettily, and I couldn’t stop the scowl that instantly appeared on my face. Emil only laughed, but Micah’s blush deepened.
“We are off to a great start,” I added dryly.
Emil ignored my grousing and fell into a deep discussion with Micah about market maneuvers and what he thought about them. Their only pause was to give the server their drink order. Once he’d discovered Micah’s passion for research, they’d developed an unlikely friendship centered around it.
For all my grousing, I knew Micah loved me and Emil was a friend. I had nothing to worry about. As I quietly listened to their conversation, it clicked that there was a fourth place setting.
“Is the takeover from hell finally finished?”
“Yeah, I got tired of fucking with them and went scorched earth. Their books were worse than we thought. It’s beyond me how anyone can take something so profitable and fuck it up beyond belief until it’s losing money. Although if the board hadn’t been stealing money, that would’ve helped,” Emil said with a shake of his head. “Given their falsified loan documents and collateral, I should let them deal with SEC and the feds, but I don’t want the publicity. If we can’t straighten out the books, we’ll have to liquidate and might need to shut them down completely.”
After a gentle knock on the door, the host opened the partition. “Gentlemen, your last guest has arrived.” The host held open the door and a Viking entered. His size swallowed up all the available space.
Emil stood to greet the new arrival.
“Anders, I’m glad you could join us.”
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