Chapter 11
Danny
OMG.
It’s happening.
We’re going to… fuck.
I watch as Olivier towers over me, naked, his body looking like it was carved out of the finest oak. I might be bigger than him, but there is no doubt in my mind that Olivier has the physicality to handle me right.
And that cock…
“Think you can handle it?” Olivier says, a hint of menace in his voice as he climbs on top of me and slaps his thumpingly-hard cock down against my chest, teasing me with the tip as he glides it over my nipples.
“Yes, Daddy,” I gasp. “I’ll try.”
“Good boy,” Olivier growls, laying on top of me and letting his full weight rest against mine as we begin to kiss once more, our tongues lapping in one another’s mouths and our dicks grinding in synchronicity.
We already know that protection won’t be needed, having touched on the subject after our previous encounter. It’s all good. We trust one another. We know there are no other people, no secrets, nothing to stop us going all out.
“Are you ready to give Daddy what he needs?” Olivier asks, taking me by my waist and flipping me onto my front before massaging my ass cheeks deeply, making them wobble and flex.
“Only if you’re ready to give me what I need!” I sass back, sticking my butt in the air and making a tempting target for my Daddy’s hungry hands.
I let out a soft moan as I feel his wet fingers push up against my ass hole, flicking, swirling, probing.
“Mmmmph,” I grunt as I push backward, feeling his wet fingers push inside me. “More. More fingers. More lube. More everything.”
Olivier duly obliges and after a swift pitstop to reach for the lube in the cupboard, I’m bouncing my butt back and forth on his fingers, prepping myself like a good submissive Little should. And Daddy likes it too.
“Good boy,” Olivier roars, spanking my cheeks as they bounce. “But now it’s time for Daddy to make you his for real. You all set?”
“I am,” I confirm, a smile on my face and adrenalin pumping all over my body as I feel Olivier’s cock push up against my lubed ass hole. “It’s… big.”
Olivier grips me shoulders and begins to ease his cock in deeper, making me reach for a pillow and bite down hard. It’s only for a moment, but I don’t think it’s going to fit…however luckily for me I’ve got a Daddy who knows precisely what he’s doing.
“That’s it, you let your Daddy fill you up,” Olivier growls, his cock now fully inside me. “You can make all the noise you want, boy. Don’t feel embarrassed.”
And with that, I begin to relax and enjoy the feeling of my Daddy working his strokes back and forth, making my cheeks bounce and clap as he works up the pace.
I’ve not had a ton of experience, but I know that this is by far the best that sex has ever felt.
Olivier is giving it to me like a real man, hard and gruff.
But I trust him, and I know he’ll treat me right afterward too.
It’s this knowledge that means I can start to let loose and really enjoy every damn thrust as he stretches and fills me.
“Fuck! Daddy! Harder! Harder! I’m going to…” I say, my legs trembling as I feel my cock shoot a hot sticky mess onto the sheets beneath me.
In the midst of my own orgasm, I feel Daddy’s hot cum fire up inside my ass too, my hole clenching and throbbing as I continue to climax for way longer than I’ve ever experienced.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I can’t take it anymore,” I holler, overwhelmed by just how incredible this feels.
“Ride it out, boy,” Olivier guides me, slowing his thrusts to a rocking motion. “Enjoy every second.”
Soon enough, I feel myself collapse in my own cum and sweat on the bedsheets as Olivier pulls out and falls down beside me. We wrap ourselves up together, our naked bodies uniting as one as we breath heavily, laugh, and nuzzle one another.
“That was…” I say, unable to finish my sentence.
“The best?” Olivier laughs. “Well, it was for me anyway.”
“And me, Daddy,” I giggle. “But now I’m sleepy.”
With that, I pretend that I’m asleep and make some comically loud snoring noises. But the truth is that I actually am almost asleep. I’m wiped out, body and mind totally lost in the moment that my wonderful Daddy Chef gave me.
I don’t ever want this to end.
I don’t ever want there to be a last time.
I think Olivier could be my Forever Daddy…
The wintery morning light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Olivier's apartment, casting a soft glow over the rumpled sheets. I wake slowly, my body aching in the best way—sore muscles from the site mixed with the delicious remnants of last night's fun and games.
Olivier's arm is draped over my waist, his breath steady and warm against my neck. Lexi's squished between us, his jazzy tail poking out from under the covers.
I don't want to move, don't want to break this bubble.
Last night was... everything.
The way Olivier took control, made me feel small and cherished even as he drove me wild.
My Forever Daddy?
The thought sends a thrill through me, but also a pang. I know that despite how good I feel now, real life waits outside.
Olivier stirs, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "Morning, boy. Sleep well?"
"Best ever," I mumble, rolling to face him. His eyes crinkle with that stern affection, hand tracing my jaw. We linger, trading lazy kisses.
But the clock ticks.
And the site calls.
"Gotta go. Work."
Olivier nods, understanding. "Text me later, boy,” he says with a smile. “And Danny? Last night... you're mine now."
The words make me blush, heart flipping.
"Yes, Daddy."
The cab ride to the hotel is a blur, mind replaying every moment: his commands, my surrender, the afterglow cuddles. But I don’t have too long to dwell on things. I need to get my butt in gear. I change into work gear fast, snag a coffee, and head to the site.
I pull up just as the crew's arriving—Mikey and Taylor laughing about something, Taylor hauling his gear with a yawn, Lane already fiddling with tools.
It's Friday, and the energy's buzzing, everyone chatting about weekend plans. Home for most—back to the coast, beaches, bars.
The site's alive with that end-of-week vibe… jokes flying, high-fives, the cold air crisp but not biting as hard. The snow held off overnight, leaving just a frost that crunches under boots.
Xander's there, clipboard in hand, overseeing the morning setup. He spots me hopping out of my truck, waves me over.
"Danny! Good timing. Crew's pumped for the weekend. You heading home too?"
The gang gathers loosely—Mikey sipping coffee, Taylor leaning on a beam, the others nodding hellos. I feel their eyes on me, curious but friendly.
After the spanking incident and the Little club invite, I know I'm in, so don’t feel nervous about speaking up and being heard.
"Nah, boss. Staying here. Got... plans with Olivier." I try to keep it casual, but my grin gives me away.
Mikey whoops immediately. " Hell yeah! Spill. Did you seal the deal?"
Taylor elbows him, laughing. "Dude, boundaries. But yeah, happy for you, man. He seems solid."
Razor chimes in with a fist bump. "About time the new guy got some action. Coast life's great, but city romance? Nice."
Lane smirks. "Just don't forget us when you're all loved up."
Xander chuckles, but his expression turns thoughtful, that boss-like wisdom kicking in. He claps my shoulder, pulling me aside a bit as the others start prepping.
"Seriously, Danny, glad you're happy,” Xander says. “Olivier's a good guy. The crew likes him. But heads up… when this job wraps—few weeks tops—you'll have a choice. Stay here, and chase that? Or stick with Construction Boys? I don’t say it to be negative, but that’s the reality of this kind of thing. We’ve all been there over the years. It’s best to know what you’re going in for. "
I nod, the words sinking in. Xander is right, and I’m grateful for him looking out for me like that.
The site's humming now. Forklifts rumbling, hammers testing echoes—but Xander’s voice cuts through the noise as he continues…
"Next gigs are all local, back home,” Xander says. “Short hauls, no overnights. Means slim chances to swing out here, see Olivier. Unless he visits you?"
The question hangs.
Olivier—visiting the coast? His restaurant ties him here, those brutal hours.
Could he swing weekends? Or would it fizzle, distance killing the spark?
I wonder, staring at the half-built frames, if that's possible.
Could we make it work…video calls, stolen trips, building something despite the miles.
Or do I uproot? Leave the crew that's become family?
The thought twists my gut—loyalty vs. love. Potential love, anyway.
But after last night? It feels real.
Xander reads my face, squeezes my arm. "No pressure now. Just think on it. You're a fit here. We’d hate to lose you. I know the guys think of you as a buddy now as well as a crew member. That’s not nothing. But follow your heart, kid."
With that, Xander heads off to direct some traffic that appears to have built up just outside the site, leaving me with the crew.
Mikey and Taylor sidle up, coffees in hand—mine's black, strong, just how I like it. They hand me one, grinning like Cheshire cats.
"Alright, spill," Taylor begs, eyes twinkling. "Last night with the chef? Deets, man. We heard you stayed over."
I laugh, taking a sip to stall. The brew's hot, grounding. "How'd you know?"
Mikey smirks. "Hotel gossip. You didn't come back. Easy math. So? Was it epic?"
Heat creeps up my neck, but these guys are safe—Littles like me, no judgment, great guys all round.
"Yeah... epic,” I say, my mind throwing back to the previous night. "He's... perfect. Takes charge, but cares. Made me feel...horny and loved at the same time." I trail off, sipping again.
Taylor nods knowingly. "Daddy vibes for the win. Good for you. But Xander's right… there’s a tough call ahead."
Mikey punches my arm lightly. "We'll miss you if you bail, but hey, love wins, right? Now, coffee down. Work time. We’ll talk more details on our morning break. I wanna know how loud he made you holler!"
We laugh, finish our brews, and toss our cups in the bin before we dive in.
Forklift for me—hauling beams, sandbags stacking high. The day's grind helps too, the physical labor clearing my head just like it always does.
But thoughts still swirl… Olivier's touch, his laugh, that promise in his eyes. But there’s the crew—banter, fun, a found family of Littles I never thought I’d have.
Fuck. It’s not easy.
Lunch break hits and we cluster around the truck beds, munching sandwiches. Talk turns to weekends… Mikey is planning beach time with his Daddy, Taylor a hike with his.
I chime in about Olivier—maybe a quiet night, movies. The guys tease, but it's warm.
"Bring him to the site next week," Taylor says. "Crew approval acquired!"
Laughter echoes around me, and we joke about the benefits of having a Daddy who can cook better than anyone else in the whole world.
After a flurry of wrapping up work, it’s quitting time.
"See you Monday!" calls ring out. I linger, helping Xander lock up.
"Think on it," Xander reminds me. "But there’s no rush. Enjoy yourself. And just know that whatever choice you make, we’ll always have your back."
I’m one lucky Little, that’s for sure.
And this weekend, it’s all about me and my deliciously strict Daddy…