20. Henry
Henry
After the coloring fun, the safehouse is quiet, save for the low hum of the ocean outside and the soft snores from Bodie’s nap.
Bodie’s fast asleep on the sagging couch, curled up like a little burrito with a thin blanket over him, his arms wrapped tight around Poot and Billy. His lips are parted just enough to let out these tiny, contented sighs and mini-snores.
It’s cute as hell, there’s no way of denying it.
The boy is still in my t-shirt, the fabric drowning his small frame, and my Daddy side stirs, a fierce warmth spreading through my chest.
He’s mine—my Little One, my surfer boy—and the sight of him, so peaceful despite the shitstorm circling us, hits me harder than a cartel ambush…
“Fuck. I’m in deep,” I whisper, keeping my voice low so as to not risk waking the darling boy.
I’m leaning against the kitchenette counter, my phone in hand, the screen’s glow harsh against the dim room. Cole’s message from earlier is still open, and I’m re-reading it, my jaw tight as the words sink in deeper…
C: Cartel’s tightening the screws on Vince.
Word is they’re done with his sloppy ass—told him to tie up loose ends or he’s fish food.
And we know that cartels don’t play around when it comes to threats.
Bodie’s their top target. They know he could blow his laundering scam wide open.
Threat level is through the roof. So… we good?
I clench the phone, my knuckles whitening.
Vince’s not just a jealous ex anymore, he’s a cornered animal, backed by cartel heavies who don’t play games. Except now that the cartel is threatening to turn against him, it opens up a whole other world where the cartel comes for Bodie direct.
Bodie’s life—his spark, his Little side, his everything—is on the line, and the weight of it presses on me like a lead vest.
My Guard instincts are screaming to move, to act, to end this now.
Our plan—the pier, Shred as bait, drawing Vince out—is our one shot, and it’s gotta be perfect. No mistakes, no second chances.
I’ve lost too much in my life to let this slip.
I type back, my fingers steady despite the storm in my gut…
H: We’re set. Connor says the leak is in play, pier’s prepped.
Connor on overwatch, you and me on the ground.
Vince shows, we take him alive if possible.
But if not, we do what we need to do. Bodie stays locked down here.
Keep your eyes and ears open for any further intel on those goons in the area. Any shift, you tell me.
I hit send, exhaling hard, and glance at Bodie again.
The sweet sleeping boy has shifted, one leg poking out from the blanket, Billy’s sunglasses glinting like he’s standing guard.
My lips twitch, a ghost of a smile breaking through.
Bodie is tough, braver than he knows, facing Vince’s threats, trusting me to keep him safe. That trust—it’s a gift, one I don’t deserve but won’t betray.
I think back to this morning, coloring with him, his giggles as we drew sparkly dolphins, the way he called me Daddy and sank into my arms. It wasn’t just Little Space… it was us , building something real, something I didn’t think I’d ever have.
Don’t get emotional.
Keep your mind clear, man.
There will be time for that heartfelt shit once this is done.
I set the phone down, scrubbing a hand over my scar, the one from that jungle op that haunts me.
I’ve always been a Daddy, craving that bond, that control, but my life’s a minefield—missions that could end me, secrets I can’t share. Most Littles couldn’t handle it, and I stopped looking for one who could.
But Bodie… he’s different.
The boy’s fire, his sass, the way he leans into his Little side without shame—it’s got me hooked. I’m falling for him, hard , and it’s not just about protecting him anymore. I want him in my life, by my side, calling me Daddy when the danger’s gone.
Well, if the danger ever truly is gone, that is.
And that’s a big if as far as a Guard is concerned.
The thought of losing Bodie makes my blood boil. I’ve seen what cartels do to loose ends, and Bodie’s no match for their firepower.
But I am.
Cole, Connor, and me—we’re the Guards, and we don’t lose.
Tomorrow, we’ll lure Vince to the pier, let his ego drag him into our trap.
I picture it: Shred parked under the pier’s lights, Connor’s rifle trained from the warehouse roof, Cole and me closing the net.
Vince won’t see it coming, and when he’s down, the feds can have him, gift-wrapped with enough evidence to lock him away for good.
Sure, Vince’s ass will be marked for a cartel killer the second he steps foot inside a prison. But that’s life. He got involved with the wrong people, there’s nothing I can do about that.
I move closer to the couch, easing down on the armrest, watching Bodie sleep. His chest rises and falls, steady, his fingers curled around Poot’s tusk like he’s anchoring himself.
I think of his confession in the van, how Vince threatened to expose his Little side, to shame what makes him special. That bastard used his vulnerability like a weapon, and it makes me want to snap his neck.
But more than that, it makes me want to shield him, to be the Daddy he needs, the one who never lets him feel small for being himself.
I reach out, brushing a strand of hair from his face, my touch light so I don’t wake him.
“You’re mine, Little One,” I murmur, the words barely a breath. “No one’s taking you from me.”
But then my elbow bumps the counter, and a coffee mug wobbles, tipping over with a clatter.
Shit .
Bodie stirs, his lashes fluttering, a soft whimper escaping as he clutches Billy tighter. His blue eyes blink open, hazy with sleep, and he squints at me, all pouty and adorable.
“Daddy?” he mumbles, his voice small, tugging at my heart.
“Sorry, sweet baby boy,” I say, keeping my voice low, soothing. “Knocked something over. Go back to sleep, you need it.”
I lean forward, tucking the blanket around him, my Daddy side in full swing, wanting him to drift back to his dreams.
But Bodie shakes his head, sitting up a bit, his stuffies still clutched tight.
His eyes are clearer now, searching mine, and there’s something in them—need, not just sleepiness.
“I don’t wanna sleep,” Bodie says, his voice soft but firm, a hint of his surfer boy defiance peeking through. “I need… something else .”
He bites his lip, his cheeks flushing, and the air shifts, heavy with unspoken want.
My pulse kicks up, my Daddy instincts warring with the heat his words spark.
He’s looking at me like he did in the living room that night, all fire and trust, and I know what he’s asking.
It’s not just physical—it’s us, sealing what’s been building, the bond that’s more than a mission or a fling.
If I was in any doubt about what the boy wants, I know for sure when he lifts the cover to reveal the big tent at the front of his briefs.
“Okay then,” I growl.
I should shut it down, keep my head clear for tomorrow’s op, but the way he’s leaning toward me, vulnerable yet bold, cracks my resolve. He’s my Little, and I’m his Daddy, and right now, that’s all that matters.
“Bodie,” I say, my voice rough, low, as I slide onto the couch beside him, my hand resting on his knee. “You sure, Little One? We’ve got a big day tomorrow.”
I’m giving him an out, testing, but my body’s already humming, the need to claim him, to show him he’s mine, roaring through me.
Bodie nods, setting Poot and Billy aside, his hands reaching for me, small but steady.
“I’m sure, Daddy,” he whispers, his eyes locked on mine, all trust and heat. “I need you. Now.”
That’s it.
The line’s crossed, and I’m not turning back.
I pull him into my lap, his body soft and warm against mine, and cup his face, my thumb brushing his lip.
“Alright, my darling boy,” I murmur, my voice thick with want. “Daddy’s got you.”
With that, I cradle Bodie up in my arms. As I snuggle him, I plant a soft kiss on his lips, the energy between us sparking up immediately.
“Make me yours, Daddy,” Bodie says, breathless and his eyes wide in expectation.
I don’t waste a single second and carry the boy to the bedroom.
And as soon as I lay Bodie on the bed, the boy is bucking his hips and sliding his shorts and briefs down in one swoop, his hard cock briefly visible before he gets up on his knees to remove his t-shirt.
The boy’s got a stash of clothes in his van, but there’s no denying he’s even sexier without anything on…
“Hurry up, Daddy, I want this right now!” Bodie demands, his athletic chest on full display as he whips the t-shirt off over his head and waits for me to strip.
“Don’t forget who calls the shots, boy,” I growl, my cock hardening at a rate of knots as I remove my t-shirt and unbuckle my belt. “For that sass, you can start by pulling on those nipples. Stretch them right out, hold them there until your Daddy commands you otherwise.”
“Yes, sir,” Bodie answers, duly licking his fingers before taking his nipples, squeezing them, and pulling them out as instructed. “Like this?”
“Further,” I growl, kicking out of my jeans and sliding out of my briefs, my rock-hard cock standing tall and proud as I take in the sight before me.
Bodie might be slender, but his surfing background means that he’s athletic too. This is the kind of body a Daddy like me can have some real fun with—and something tells me that Bodie is going to be more than up for the challenge of what my thick slab of Daddy dick can do to him.
“Daddy…” Bodie gasps, his mouth wide open at the sight of my cock as I climb onto the bed.
“Hush,” I answer, reaching around and spanking Bodie’s butt. “Daddy’s doing the talking now. My horny surfer boy will follow orders. Got it?”
Bodie nods, a look of pure lust in his eyes.
“On all fours, face away from me,” I command, watching in delight as Bodie obeys me to the letter and presents me with a glorious view of his ass, and his balls too. “Arch your back. Spread your legs a little. Show Daddy what he needs to see.”
I move forward and place my hands on Bodie’s truly delectable ass cheeks and part them, squeezing their most fleshy point in my hands as I do it.
Damn, this boy is built right .
“Now thank me for each lick,” I say, eyeing up Bodie’s perfectly pink ass hole first. “Daddy’s hungry.”
Bodie lets out a gasp of animalistic pleasure as I flick and swirl my tongue over his ass hole first, before then making a quick detour to his balls and do the same, reaching up and squeezing his solid cock.
“T-t-t-thank you, Daddy,” Bodie groans, his body bucking as I continue to alternate between his balls, cock, and tight, salty ass. “OMG. Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
I continue to tease and please Bodie, now adding my fingers to my tongue as my instruments—pushing, probing, diving deeper. The way that Bodie’s body is responding, I can tell that one touch too many could send him over the edge—and I don’t want that, not yet anyway.
With a quick spank on each cheek, I move back from Bodie’s ass and flip him onto his back. The sight of him lying there, legs parted, a look of pure lust in his eyes would be enough to drive even the most disciplined Daddy to distraction.
With his hard dick slapping against his smooth stomach, he’s a sight for sore eyes. Just a perfect surfer boy who’s all hot and horny for his Daddy.
“It’s time,” I say, positioning myself between Bodie’s legs and hooking them upward, giving me the best position to dive deep inside him. “Tell me to stop if that’s what you want. I mean it. But if you say yes, then there’ll be no stopping me.”
Bodie’s ass is wet from my tongue, and warmed up from my fingers. But this is still going to be tight. As much as I want to fuck his brains out, I need to be sensitive to his needs too…
“Tell me if anything doesn’t feel right,” I say. “Promise me.”
“Yes, Daddy, I promise,” Bodie says, writhing in anticipation as he bites his lip. “I’m ready. I want you. I want this. Make me yours.”
I don’t need telling twice.
I watch Bodie’s eyes widen as he feels the tip of my cock press up against his wet ass hole, his long, high moan of pleasure a thing of beauty as his tight butt gradually accepts me inside him.
Soon, I’m all the way inside.
I can tell that it’s a lot for Bodie to handle, so I leave my manhood buried deep inside him for a moment, allowing him time to acclimatize.
“Slowly but surely,” I say, my dick buried inside Bodie as I lean down and we begin to kiss. “Daddy’s going to make you cum very soon, don’t worry about that.”
Bodie’s face flushes red and I can see that my big, wide dick head is working his G-spot to perfection. I haven’t got long before he blows, but want to give him some fun first…
“Now tell me how much you love my cock,” I say, easing my dick out of Bodie and holding it just inside.
“ Hmmmph , I love it a lot,” Bodie says, barely able to get his words out as I drive my cock back in, all the way. “Mega-bigtime. I love it… OMG .”
Soon enough, I’m thrusting and giving Bodie the whole show, his hands reaching around and grabbing onto my strong, tensed buttocks as I fuck my boy and send him closer and closer to pure bliss.
“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” Bodie cries out, the feeling of his inner thighs wobbling and twitching telling me that there’s no need to hold back any longer—my hot and horny surfer boy is about to ride the wave to a big, full-on orgasm.
In what feels like a magical, intense blur, our bodies work in total unison as Bodie cums hard and fast, his entire body reacting to my cock as I bury it back inside him, all the way, holding it there to maximize his orgasm.
I look down and see Brodie’s stomach and chest covered in his own seed, thick and plentiful.
“Cum inside me, I’m good,” Bodie hollers, his finger digging into my lower back, my ass cheeks, and my waist. “Fill me up, Daddy. I want to feel you shoot inside me.”
I grunt my approval and duly shoot my seed deep inside him, prompting Bodie to groan in delight, this time almost wiping him out entirely as he writhes in ecstasy way after his cock is done shooting its load.
“I can’t talk,” Bodie says, laughing, his eyes shut and his chest heaving as I pull out and roll off him. “That’s never happened before. Not like that. Not even close. Oh my…”
“Hell, I’ve never felt like that either,” I say, struggling to bring my breathing back down to normal too. “Damn, boy. I think you might just be a keeper.”
The pair of us chuckle and before I know it, Bodie’s head is resting on my chest, and his leg is hooked over my stomach.
I know that this moment won’t— and can’t —last forever.
But I also know that I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure that it’s not the last time that the pair of us feel like this in one another’s company…