Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Brett
That first day I got to spend with my boy was utter perfection.
We spent the majority of it curled up on the couch together watching cat videos and cooking shows.
When dinner time came around, we loaded up and went back to see Nellie, Janelle, and Luna for dinner.
The three of them welcomed us with open arms.
Since Luna wasn’t in her kitten mindset, she even sat with my boy and spoke with him about being new to the kink lifestyle. He had lots of questions about pet play. No one judged him for his curiosity. In fact, they were overjoyed to tell their stories.
In the two weeks since then, we’ve spent time together every single day. It helps that we work together. The added convenience of being in close proximity half the week serves to build our bond.
But even when we’re not working, we manage to make time for one another. He mostly stays at my place, though he does welcome me into his apartment from time to time.
There’s only one thing we haven’t done yet, and I intend to rectify it immediately.
For all the times my boy has asked me to fuck him, I’ve held back.
Part of me didn’t want to rush him. Really, I think it boils down to the pressure I felt at ensuring he had the best experience for our first time together.
For Pete’s sake, I sucked his cock in a prop room that first time. I couldn’t let something like that happen again no matter how badly I wanted to take him any chance I could.
I sort of had performance anxiety about it all if I’m being honest. I’d built it all up to where I didn’t know if I could fully deliver.
It’s now or never though. I can’t have my boy thinking I don’t want him. It is very much the opposite of that.
I crave him.
I need him.
There is not a single decision I make not that doesn’t involve him in some way. He’s become an instrumental part of my life in that regard.
Knocking on his door, I take a deep breath as I wait for him to answer. My visit is somewhat of a surprise. The somewhat part being that I’m not supposed to be here for another hour.
“Daddy?” he asks as soon as he swings the door open. “You’re early! I’m not ready.”
Shaking my head, I hand him the flowers I grabbed on my way. “That’s not true. I think you’re more than ready.”
He frowns at my words. “What do you mean? I’m not even dressed yet.”
As he motions to his body, I finally get what he means. My boy is in nothing more than a towel and a t-shirt. His hair is still wet too.
“Did you just get out of the shower?” My question comes out damn near breathless.
All my planning, all my hard work, slides down the drain. Any patience I had disappears at his nod.
I shut the still open door behind me, latch it, and then swing him into my arms. My boy squeals as he wraps his arms tightly around my neck.
“What are you doing?!”
Words don’t come. I doubt they’d help much anyway.
Laying him on the bed, I quickly tug off his shirt and then his towel. Then I’m stripping my own shirt off. His eyes are wide, though they don’t hold the excitement I’d been hoping to see. I move to undo my pants when his next word stops me completely.
“Cabbage!”
Raising my hands, I take three large steps back. My breaths are still heavy. I need a minute to calm down as my boy covers himself with the towel.
When I turn back to face him, his expression is as nervous as he was that first night. I want to go to him, to reassure him that all is ok. Instead, I shake my head and drop to my knees on the floor.
“I’m so sorry, pretty boy. I got carried away once I realized you’d just come out of the shower. Instead of rushing at you, I should have explained myself.”
He nods slowly. “Yes, Daddy. I kind of need some context here. I thought… I thought we were going to dinner.”
At his hesitance, I realize just how bad I’ve fucked this all up. Shaking my head, I confess everything.
“I did want to do dinner with you. But I’ve also been thinking about how I haven’t been inside you yet.
I want to share that with you, but it’s been important to me that the timing is right.
Tonight was about taking you out for a nice night, then bringing you home to show you how much you mean to me.
I shouldn’t have gotten carried away, and I’m truly sorry for upsetting you. ”
When I’m done, I hang my head and press my palms to the floor. Shame coats my skin as I take in the reality of what I’ve done. There is no excuse for my actions. He’d have every right to not want to be with me anymore after losing my shit like this.
A gentle hand on my cheek nearly makes me burst into tears. He shouldn’t be nice to me. Shouldn’t give me this level of kindness after I practically mauled him.
“Daddy,” he says softly. “Please look at me.”
I do as he asks. It’s the least I can give him before my heart shatters.
When our gazes meet, it’s not sadness I see. It’s happiness.
“I’m not sorry I safeworded with you, but I am sorry it upset you so much. I just needed a second for things to calm down. You didn’t answer my question, and you had a sort of crazed look in your eyes.”
Nodding, I take in his words. I probably did come across as unhinged. Especially considering how gentle I’ve been.
“Did you really want me that bad?” he asks.
“I did. I still do. I’m just going to get better about controlling it.”
His palms caress my cheek. “Maybe you shouldn’t control it, Daddy.”
“I can’t… I won’t scare you like that again. You were so brave to use your safeword. I don’t think I can allow myself to even try now.”
My boy frowns. His eyes take me in, like he’s looking for a sign to give him help in convincing me. I see the resolution settle in his body right as he shifts.
The towel he’d used to cover himself falls to the floor. His fist grips his cock, stroking it from top to bottom in a tempting move that has my mouth salivating.
“Reverse cabbage,” he says firmly.
I cough to cover up the way his words make me choke on absolutely nothing. “What did you just say, pretty boy?”
“You heard me, Daddy. I said reverse cabbage. If regular cabbage is the phrase to make you stop, then reverse cabbage is the one to get you going again. It’s science.”
His little smirk breaks through the icy exterior his earlier fear brought on. I’m thawing bit by bit as I watch him. Can I trust that he truly means what he says? Could it be that I was simply not communicating properly?
An idea comes to mind, one that will fix this disruption and give us both what we want. It also keeps him in control. I think we both need that until we have a better-established relationship.
“Do you really want to take Daddy’s cock, pretty boy?” I ask softly as I rise up and take a half step toward him.
He nods quickly, his eyes filling with glee. My boy thinks he’s won. He feels like I’m going to give in. I guess in a way I am. Just not exactly how he thinks.
As I move closer, I keep my eyes locked on him—specifically on what he’s doing to his cock. I’m constantly trying to learn what feels good for him. What better teacher is there than to watch him pleasure himself?
Right as I’m about to reach him, I pivot and sit down on the other end of the couch. I slowly work the rest of my clothing off until I’m as naked as he is. My cock leaks, desperate to get inside him.
“Daddy,” he whines. “You’re too far away.”
I shake my head. “Not too far, pretty boy. If you want Daddy the way you said, then you have to come over here. You’re going to prep yourself and show me how bad you want it. Once that hole of yours is ready, you’re going to sit down on my cock and ride me. You’re in control.”
He sucks in a breath. “I’m in control,” he repeats.
“Yeah, baby. You’re the star of this show, not me. Show me what you’ve got.” I pat my thighs and shift down so I’m relaxed.
I’ve clearly been underestimating him because in a flash, he’s up off the couch and reaching for the small bottle of lube sticking up out of my pants pocket.
What? I like to be prepared.
My boy coats his fingers heavily until each is glistening. “Ready for my opening night performance, Daddy?”
His teasing tone makes me laugh. I nod, then have to immediately bite my tongue when he gets between my legs and turns, bending himself over the coffee table. The bottle of lube makes another appearance, this time hovering over his ass while he pours a porn level amount over his hole.
“Fuck,” I growl. My fist wraps around my cock, the need to do something too great to hold back. It’s not a bad thing though. I’m only touching myself, not him yet. He’s still in control.
As if he can read my thoughts, he looks over his shoulder to watch my movements. “I should tell you to stop, Daddy. That’s my toy. I don’t like sharing.”
Another laugh bubbles in my chest at how cheeky he’s being. He’s laying on the Daddy aspect heavily, which is something he hadn’t done before. I equal parts love and hate it.
Because I think I might have a bit of a brat on my hands. That’s going to be another aspect of our relationship we’ll need to work through.
I push away those thoughts for now. My focus is on the way he stretches himself open for me. There’s no slow going with it. He’s already up to two fingers, with the third hovering like he’s about to say, ‘fuck this slow bullshit’ and push it in anyway.
“Easy, pretty boy. We’ve got time. You don’t have to go so fast.”
He huffs and shakes his head where it leans against the table. “Who’s in charge right now, Daddy?”
“You are,” I answer instantly.
“Exactly. Then I will go as fast as I want.”
Ok, so he’s definitely got some bratty tendencies. I’m not going to talk punishments and spankings right now, but it’s definitely going on the mental to-do list. Something tells me he might like them.
“My apologies. Daddy will sit and be quiet now. Go forth and use me.” I drop my voice low with the last part. It does exactly as I hoped it would.
His body jolts. He loses the pace he’d set with his fingers from the movement.
“Daddy!”
“Pretty boy!” I sass back.
Rather than give me more lip, my boy goes about taunting me another way. He arches his back in a way that shows off even more of his hole. And then… fuck me… and then he adds that third finger.
I grip my cock hard to stave off the orgasm that tries to crash forward. “This is going to be over too soon if you keep teasing me. Daddy is already close.”
He gasps, his hips rocking back to fuck harder against his fingers. I bite my lip to hold back any type of demand. I did promise him I wouldn’t.
As if he can read my mind, he rips his fingers free and spins to climb on my lap. Before I can say anything, he drops down on my cock and steals my voice. Mouth open, I pant in hopes it will help me not come.
“You feel perfect inside me, Daddy,” my boy says, relief in his voice. “I could stay like this forever.”
My jaw clenches at that notion. As good as he feels, I need him to move. I need the friction and pull of his body with mine. I need to watch his cock bounce between us. I need to see the look of ecstasy that always crosses his face when he finds his release.
“Whatever you need is yours.”
At my words, his eyes widen. “Oh, Daddy. You need me to move don’t you?”
I nod quickly, then stop and shake my head. “It’s whatever you want. Remember, you’re in charge.”
“Yeah, but I want you to feel good too. There’s nothing fun about edging you. I might like to tease a little. I still want you to enjoy it too.” He rubs my face. “I think I’ve had enough power for today. I want you to take over.”
When I open my mouth to argue, he shakes his head.
“You said I was in charge, Daddy. So I’m making the executive decision to hand over my power. Now, are you going to fuck me properly? I have a feeling you’re good at it.” He winks at me and the last of my resolve crumbles.
My hands lock on his hips, holding him still as I sit up and switch our positions. As soon as his back is on the couch, I fuck him like my life depends on it. His leg moves to my shoulder as some point, and I press kisses to his calf while my cock hits the spot that makes my boy see stars.
“Daddy… I’m… com…” He doesn’t get to finish the sentence before he erupts. I manage to hold out through his, despite the way he creates a vise around my cock. The minute he droops, I come with a shout.
It takes me a moment to come back to myself. When I do, I find him grinning up at me.
“You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?” I ask him as I tickle his side.
He giggles and nods. “I really, really am.”