Chapter 13 #2
Wearing navy lounge pants that looked tailor-made like all the rest of his pants and a gray henley shirt made him even more handsome. Even simple clothes flattered his muscles and overall physique. Sighing, I knew without a doubt I wouldn’t like the plans for the rest of our day.
“Do you work tonight, Daddy?”
“No.” He sat on the edge of the bed and held out his palm. “Get over my lap.”
“I thought you weren’t going to punish me.”
“One.”
“Clarify.”
“You are not making demands here, little prince. Lap. Now.”
Folding myself across King’s thighs, I tried not to think about what was going to happen next. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Are you poking and testing strictly because you’ve never been in a Little headspace around someone else?”
“That’s part of it.”
“Very good. Are you pushing me away because you’re afraid to show me your beautiful soul underneath all the other things that have been bogging you down?”
“That’s also part of it,” I admitted.
“Do you trust me to take care of you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Every single part of you?”
He gently stroked my hair as I laid there tracing patterns on his knee. “Yes, Daddy. Every single part.”
“I’m proud of you, Reed. It can be scary to allow someone to see all the bits and pieces that make up you. I’ll never judge you. Not when I’ve been judged my entire life. It’s something the three of us have in common.”
“I never thought about it.”
“Do you know how many times I’d approach someone in a bar and be told to crawl back into the fashion magazine I fell out of?”
“You do dress very nicely, Daddy.”
He chuckled in agreement. “I like my style, and I don’t care what others think most of the time. But I shared that with you because I refuse, absolutely refuse to judge a book by its cover.”
“I know, Daddy. I’m really sorry for pushing so hard. I really….” I blew out several breaths as he moved his hand to my back, rubbing away the tension. “I really never act like this.”
“I know you don’t.”
Kingston lowered my pajama bottoms, pushing my boxers to my thighs as he did so. His palm cracked against my upper thighs. Pain could be pleasurable and usually flipped my senses into something blissful but not tonight. No. My head had been mucking up everything.
“Oh, it stings!”
“We are going to turn this naughty little bottom red. Then I’m going to order us something to eat. Tonight we’ll lay on your couch watching movies and snuggling. I’ll sleep over and make you breakfast in the morning.”
“That’s a lot.”
“Do you need something else?”
“Um, it sounds like a lot of caring and pampering.”
“Trust me to take care of you tonight, little prince.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He rubbed either side of my butt, his fingers kneading into the soft skin. The gesture meant he had a longer session planned or that he was connecting us more intimately. Several smacks struck my right side followed by softer taps. Kingston continued the pattern until I squirmed against him.
“Settle,” he commanded. “I want you to feel this all night. I’m paying attention. You’re not too much for me.”
Shit. Why had I assumed he wouldn’t lecture? I blew out a breath, letting all of the air escape my lungs.
“My attitude and behavior was my attempt to push you away, Daddy. But you’re still here.”
“That’s right, little prince. Daddy isn’t going to leave simply because you throw a tantrum. We will talk about it. Hopefully you can explain what was in your head so it doesn’t happen again.”
I loved the growly tone falling out between his lips, and the way he referred to himself as Daddy made me tingly in all the right spots.
Kingston shifted his focus to my upper thighs.
It stung badly, but it wasn’t unbearable.
After a while the target became my sit-spots and the lowest curve of my butt.
Pushing into his hand earned me a single pinch on my thigh.
“Ow!”
“If you’re fighting me, we aren’t getting to the heart of the matter.”
The heart of the matter? Oh, he had no idea how quickly his handling of me was getting to the bottom of my issues. I had to stop the nonsense or risk messing up our entire relationship. Yet, I wasn’t entirely sure how to voice it all without sounding like a sniveling sack of emotions.
“I’m not ready to talk about it, Daddy.”
“Then Daddy hasn’t made you sore enough yet.”
King started spanking again, harder than he had before. The intensity left me sniffling until tears slipped down my cheeks. It was awful.
“When I’m through with your adjustment, I hope you remember how much you mean to me, Reed.”
I kept quiet other than occasional sniffles and whimpers.
Kingston finished the onslaught with a smattering of harsh taps to my sit-spots, knowing I’d feel the memory of his hand there all night.
Finally he tugged my boxers into place at my waist and repeated the motion with my pajama bottoms. He made no move to shift me off of him.
“You’re being such a good boy for Daddy now,” he said, rubbing my back.
“I don’t think I’m much of a good anything,” I retorted, half mumbling into his thighs. Tugging me into a sitting position, he turned me around so I could see his face.
“I’ve never shown anyone this side of me, Daddy. Not even you. But you sort of guessed that I might have a Little.”
Kingston cupped my face and kissed my lips once.
“I’d never push you to explore something you weren’t comfortable with, but I have my suspicions. Would you like to tell me about it now?”
“Yes, please.”
For the next hour or so I poured out everything.
Things that I’d never said out loud to anyone and barely acknowledged for myself.
But my best friend already knew. Even if we never had the conversation word for word before.
He held me while I droned on about my lack of worthiness, my insecurities, and anything else that had been hidden away.
I guess nothing was hidden though considering how perceptive he was.
Kingston wouldn’t judge me no matter what I’d been doing.
When the last of my tears dried, we stood up and he lifted me up in his arms.
“I’m taller than you, Daddy.”
“Wrap your legs around my waist. You’re like four inches taller than me, not twelve.”
“I don’t think you can carry me that way. I’m not fussing, but no one has ever tried.”
“I’m not just anyone. Do as I told you.”
Doubting his ability to move with me in such a position but not wanting to question him, I did what he directed me to do. King carried me downstairs to the living room without issue. He was so much stronger than me, both physically and mentally.
His incredible good looks made people often underestimate him, assuming that he was superficial and shallow when the opposite was true. Nuzzling against his temple, I smiled when set me on the couch.
He turned on the television and flipped to one of the streaming services we shared. “There’s a new movie you might like.”
Watching the trailer, I was immediately enthralled.
I may have watched it by myself, but it wasn’t likely.
The movie itself was geared toward younger kids, and was about space robots having to work together to save Planet Earth from certain doom.
Shyly glancing up into his face, I nodded.
“I’d very much like to watch it, Daddy.”
“Very good. I ordered from Falcon Creek Diner and our food will be here in about twenty minutes.”
“You didn’t ask me what I wanted.”
Kingston sat next to me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders.
“For the rest of the night and until I leave tomorrow, I’d like you to do one thing for me. Are you listening, little prince?”
My heart swelled with love and I nodded. “Yes, Daddy. What’s that?”
“Trust me to take care of you. I’m handling the decisions. I’m in charge, Reed. Will you surrender your control just a bit? It will help your brain rest.”
It was so scary to place everything in his hands even though he had my best interest in mind and in his heart.
I swallowed, refusing to cry again. Somehow I knew after tonight that I wouldn’t fight anymore.
That I wouldn’t question every single decision anymore.
Somehow, after tonight, I’d allow Kingston to balance the three of us completely.
“Yes, Daddy. Yes, please. I trust you to take good care of me.”
“Wonderful. It’s going to be such a good night, I promise.”
“I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you, Reed. So much.”
He looked away for a moment before kissing the side of my head.
I had made him cry one day in my kitchen, and it had been so unusual that we simply sat there for a while, not speaking.
His chosen career had hardened him in some ways, because he had to focus during critical situations that were very much life and death.
But he cared very deeply, especially for me.
Kingston cleared his throat. His voice was thick with emotion.
Taking his face in my hands, I looked deep into his eyes and kissed his lips gently. “I won’t fight anymore. I promise. It’s never been a question about you, it was all this crap inside of me.”
“I’m so glad you were able to get it out. Next time Daddy will give you an enema to help you work through it faster.”
“Not funny, Daddy.”
“Who’s laughing, little prince?”
“You’re distracting me from your own tears. I saw them.”
“It’s because your words made me remember how valued I am and how incredibly fulfilled I feel. I won’t drop the ball, Reed. And if I somehow manage to fumble it? I’ll fix it. If you don’t remember anything else I’ve said tonight, at least know that I’ll always make it better.”
“I believe you, Daddy. Hey! Can we make popcorn too?” Drawing us back to the fun activities we had planned for tonight instead of heavy topics, I waited for him to reply. Popcorn made every movie night better. I had an entire shelf in my pantry for movie snacks.
“Yes, Reed. Whatever you want.”
“I’ll be the best boy from now on.”
He took each of my hands and kissed both my palms. The gesture filled me with love. Just when I didn’t think my feelings for him could get any stronger, they did.
“You’re already my best boy, little prince.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Leaning into King—no, my Daddy, I corrected myself—I let go.
For the first time in my life I decided that I could simply step onto a different path.
It wasn’t like me to be reckless anymore.
King’s presence catapulted me out of my comfort zone and into a new reality, a better one in the best way possible.