Chapter 19
Miles
“Daddy, what are you doing?” I squeal in delight as Travis picks me up and flops me across his shoulder. “You’re still wet!”
“Don’t worry, I’ll have you out of those clothes in no time,” Travis replies, a note of wolf-like menace in his voice as he walks down the corridor, up the stairs, and into the bedroom.
“Woo-hoo!” I giggle as Travis launches me off his shoulder and down onto the bed’s large, springy mattress. “This is wild!”
“Not as wild as the way you were eyeing me and the other Guards up just now,” Travis growls, his upper legs looking so strong they might just burst out of his trousers. “But now it’s time for you to realize that I’m the only Daddy you need to set your sights on. I’ve got everything you need.”
I watch on in delight as Travis strips off his trousers and takes his briefs off too.
As he stands before me, totally naked and with his cock getting bigger and harder by the second, I know what’s coming next. And I want it more than anything.
I feel ready. A little nervous, but ready.
The truth is that I’ve wanted this from the very first glimpse I got of Travis back in the diner when I glanced back at him as I left. He was spying on me then, an unwanted and scary presence in my life. Things have changed, and changed in a big way…
“Only if you want this,” Travis says, stepping forward, his cock swaying from side to side with each step. “You’re my special boy. This is one decision you get to make all by yourself without me.”
“Oh, I’m ready,” I say, suddenly a little short of breath and I pull of my t-shirt. “I want you to take control, do whatever you want to me. I want to feel like my Daddy is giving me everything he’s got and not holding back even a little.”
Saying the words out loud makes my cock even harder than it already was. I can’t help but run my hands over my pecs, stomach, and down below toward my special place. Everything feels so alert, sensitive, and it’s like the only two people in the world right now are me and my Daddy.
I continue to feel my body, my hands sliding over my thighs and underneath toward my balls and butt cheeks too.t feels good, and I love the fact that Travis very clearly appreciates the sight too…
“Good boy,” Travis replies, climbing up onto the bed. “Now lie down. Daddy is coming on top.”
I gasp as Travis straddles across me, his heavy balls and thunderously hard cock close to my face. He’s not putting his whole weight down on me, but his sheer size makes me feel like I’m being swallowed up whole—and I like it. I like it a lot.
“Serve me,” Travis says, his voice low and full of lust. “Show me what a submissive boy you are.”
With that, I begin to lick and kiss Travis’s cock, balls, and ass as he slowly moves back and forth, his legs either side of my head. I manage to wriggle one hand free and immediately send it straight to my rock hard cock and then my ass, swirling three fingers around my puckered hole.
“Bad boy!” Travis says, reaching back and slapping my hand away with ease. “Daddy didn’t give you permission to pleasure yourself. Yet.”
I moan in frustrated delight as my cock continues to tingle and throb even without my touch.
Being under Travis’s strict and demanding control is the turn on I have been missing in my life.
I always knew I needed a Daddy who wouldn’t be afraid to really lay his law down with me, and now I’ve found him in the shape of Travis…
“Legs up,” Travis demands as he shifts off me and watches as I duly raise my legs back toward my head and hold them in place. “Good. Now shows Daddy how horny you are.”
Travis takes control of my legs and holds them in place, close to my head.
With my hands now free and my cock and ass fully on display, I get back to pleasuring myself and I can see by the look of wild desire in Travis’s eyes that he’s enjoying every second as I licks my fingers and wank my cock with one hand and play with my ass with the other.
Soon, I’m struggling to contain myself and all it takes is a look up toward Travis for him to realize this too…
“Stop,” Travis instructs, his voice clear and leaving no room for interpretation. “It’s time for Daddy to take over.”
With that, I let out a moan of expectant delight as Travis holds both my legs in place a little higher, wider too. With my wet ass hole perfectly lined up to his hard, throbbing cock, I know that the moment is coming—the moment that will truly change everything.
“Hold your position,” Travis growls as he reached for some lube on the bed side and dunks his fingers deep inside the tub.
“Please, Daddy, give it to me,” I beg, my heart racing as Travis’s thick head presses up against my lips. “All of it. Now! Please! I need it!”
Travis smiles, grunts, and plunges his wet, sticky fingers into my tight ass. I groan and shut my eyes in delight as I feel myself accommodate my Daddy’s fingers. But I know there’s more to come. Much more.
“Ready?” Travis asks.
“Y-y-y-y-yes, Daddy,” I gasp as Travis pulls his fingers out of my ass and towers over me, hit body looking hotter than ever. “Readier than ever.”
At first, I’m not sure whether I’ll be able to take him all, but gradually I feel my ass accommodate Travis’ thick cock as he eases himself inside me. Before long, our bodies are working in perfect harmony as we begin to fuck like our lives depended on it.
We go from missionary to doggy to me on top seamlessly. I can’t believe I’m bouncing my ass up and down on a Daddy’s dick like this. But I know that Travis has got my back, and his strong grip is ready should I need it.
It’s like we are so perfectly attuned to each other’s wants and needs in this moment. It certainly doesn’t feel like it’s our first time together, that’s for sure.
But as I bounce on Travis’s cock and throw my hands back in wild abandon, I get a feeling that my Daddy is ready to take back control…
“Daddy makes the rules,” Travis says, wrapping his leg upward onto my side and tipping the balance so that before I know it, he’s back on top and my legs are quivering and tensing as he hikes them upward to the sky. “Now get ready. We ain’t stopping until we both get everything we need…”
I nod and a bead of sweat trickles down my nose and drops into my mouth.
Travis works up the pace and power of his thrusts and before long, the pair of us are moaning in unison, our bodies and minds connected as we work up to the hardest, most mind-blowing orgasm I have ever felt.
Travis’s climax is hard too, certainly judging by the speed of his thrusts and how long he leaves his cock buried all the way inside me as he shoots his load.
“Damn, that was, holy fuck, it was good…” Travis says, his breathing hard as he momentarily drops his full weight onto me, his cock still plunged all the way inside me and making me tremble and eek out ever last drop of my climax as my cum-covered stomach rises and falls in the most intense post-orgasmic bliss.
“It was the best,” I say, barely able to string four words together. “But now… sleep.”
I giggle and shut my eyes, then pretend to snore loudly.
Travis laughs and does the same as he pulls out and flops down next to me.
The way our humor is so in tune is just the icing on the cake. And if this is what sex is with Travis, then it’s a cake I want another slice of sooner rather than later.
My only worry though is what the hell Richie and Billie must think of me now—because I was so loud there’s no way on earth they didn’t both hear me downstairs!
I tug my romper on—one of the spare ones that Billie brought along with him—my cheeks still warm from the wild, earth-shattering moments with Travis.
My legs are a little shaky as I smooth my hair, Bean tucked under my arm, his button eyes a quiet comfort.
The memory of Travis’s body against mine, his commanding Daddy voice, the way we moved together like we were made for each other—it’s all still buzzing through me, making my skin tingle.
I’m giddy, my heart full, but as I head for the stairs, a wave of shyness hits.
Richie and Billie are downstairs, and there’s no way they didn’t hear us. I was loud—too loud—and the thought of facing them makes my face burn.
I tiptoe down the wooden staircase of the Guard safehouse, the cabin’s warm cedar walls glowing in the late morning light streaming through the wide windows.
The living area’s a sprawling, open space, with exposed beams, a stone fireplace, and a plush rug littered with toys from our earlier astronaut game.
Cole and Max are lounging on the leather couch, their boots kicked off, sipping coffee and talking in low tones.
I scurry past, avoiding their eyes, but I catch Cole’s knowing smirk and Max’s raised eyebrow. My cheeks flame hotter, and I practically dive into the corner where Richie and Billie are sprawled, giggling over a pile of stuffed animals.
“Miles!” Billie calls, his blonde hair bouncing as he waves me over. He’s in a star-patterned romper, his diaper crinkling as he shifts. “Took you long enough. Have fun up there?”
Richie, his dark curls spilling over his bumblebee romper, snickers, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Yeah, sounded like a real adventure,” Richie snickers. “You okay, or do you need a nap after all that?”
I groan, dropping onto the rug beside them, clutching Bean like a shield.
“Oh my God, you heard?” I say, my voice half-laugh, half-whine. “I’m so embarrassed!”
Billie giggles, tossing a plush unicorn at me.
“Don’t be! It’s a safehouse, not a soundproof house,” Billie laughs. “Besides, you and Travis? Totally cute. We’re just jealous.”
“Speak for yourself,” Richie teases, nudging Billie. “But seriously, Miles, you’re glowing. Must’ve been good.”
I cover my face with Bean, laughing despite myself.
“Okay, okay, enough!” I protest. “It was… amazing, alright? But can we move on?”
Their teasing’s light, all in good humor, and I’m grateful they don’t push harder. It’s easy with them, like they get me—my Little side, my need for this playful escape after the weight of Knox, the cartel, the flash drive still tucked away waiting to be decoded.
Richie claps his hands, breaking the moment. “Fine, no more sexy talk. Let’s play!” He pulls over a wooden crate filled with building blocks and carved wooden horses, their painted details chipped but charming. “Castle time. We’re building a kingdom, and these horses are our knights.”
I grin, my shyness melting as I dive into the game.
We stack blocks into wobbly towers, giggling as they topple, and arrange the horses in a pretend parade, naming them silly things like “Sir Gallops-a-Lot” and “Prince Hoofington.”
Billie insists on making a moat with a blue blanket, and I add a royal stable with extra blocks, Bean perched as the king.
The game’s chaotic, full of laughter and exaggerated horse noises, and it’s pure joy, the kind of carefree fun I haven’t felt in forever.
The safehouse, with its rugged charm and hidden strength, feels like a cocoon, shielding us from the world outside.
As we’re debating whether Sir Gallops-a-Lot should storm the castle or negotiate peace, Cole strides over, his lean frame relaxed but his eyes sharp, carrying three sippy cups filled with orange juice.
“Hydration break, boys,” Cole says, his voice firm but warm, a Daddy tone that makes Richie beam. He hands me a cup, the bright plastic cool in my hands, and I take a sip, the sweet tang waking up my senses.
“Thanks, Cole,” I say, smiling up at him.
Richie and Billie echo me, their cups raised in a mock toast, and we all giggle, juice dribbling down Billie’s chin.
Cole shakes his head, amused, and heads back to the couch, where Max’s now flipping through a tactical manual, their low voices resuming.
Travis has joined them now too and the three of them look like the most perfect triumvirate of Daddies you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams.
I lean back against a pillow, sipping my juice,
Bean in my lap, and watch Richie and Billie bicker playfully over whose horse is faster. The cabin’s warmth, the boys’ laughter, the safety of this moment—it’s perfect, maybe the most perfect day I’ve ever had as a Little.
Travis’s watching me, probably still catching his breath, and I can feel him, his presence anchoring me even from over on the couch.
Calling him Daddy, knowing he’s mine, makes my heart sing, and the thought of Richie and Billie, my new Little friends, sharing this space with me feels like a gift.
The flash drive, the mission, the danger—it’s all still there, but right now, with my sippy cup and wooden horses, I’m just Miles, safe and happy, living in a moment that feels like it could last forever.
And with the promise of a barbeque for dinner, I know this perfect day is far from over just yet…