Chapter 9
CALLUM
“Thank you, Paul,” I said as he smoothly pulled the town car up in front of my building just as the sun crested the horizon.
I’d have to remember to give him a bonus for the pre-dawn call for service, along with one for Andrea, who had assured me that she’d have the gift I’d ordered for my boy after we’d hung up last night waiting with the doorman.
“Happy to have you back in the city, sir,” Paul said, a note of sly humor in his voice as he added, “and I’m sure I won’t be the only one.”
His words spurred me on. For the first time in my life, I’d delegated the finalization of a major deal, skipping the final meetings scheduled for today and catching a red eye after talking with Dashiell last night.
After cleaning himself up under my direction, the sweet boy had drifted off with the video call still active, and it had taken me all of five minutes of watching him sleep and feeling all the unexpected emotions it stirred up in me to realize that I didn’t want to be on the other side of the country from him any longer, not even for a single day.
I waved Paul off and greeted the doorman, collecting the package Andrea had promised from him, then quickly made my way up to my apartment.
I left my luggage and coat by the door, heading straight back to my bedroom, and when I walked in and saw him curled up in the very middle of the king-sized bed, exactly where he’d been when I’d finally switched the call off last night, my heart did a slow roll in my chest.
I realized, despite the box in my hand, that I’d made no actual plans beyond simply getting to him.
It was so out of character for me that it should have thrown me off.
Instead, I felt free in a way that I couldn’t remember ever experiencing before.
The feeling bubbled up inside me as I approached the bed, filling me with the ridiculous urge to laugh out loud, but then Dashiell rolled from his side to his back, his parted lips a temptation I couldn’t resist as his chest gently rose and fell in slumber.
I had no intention of waking him this early, not after I’d kept him up so late, but I also couldn’t stop myself from leaning over him and ghosting a whisper of a kiss over his lips, finally getting my first true taste of him.
It wasn’t enough, and with a low groan, I took another, as chaste and bright as the sunshine he’d brought into my life.
But this time, his eyelids fluttered open.
“Hi, pretty baby,” I murmured, brushing his hair back from his forehead and pressing another kiss there.
He smiled, soft and bleary-eyed. “Hi, Daddy. Am I dreaming?”
“No,” I said with a low chuckle, no doubt in my mind at all that if Jackie ever heard my boy calling me that, he’d crow about being right.
He had, after all, started this whole thing by teasing me about wanting a pretty little thing who would do exactly that.
Hell, for all I knew, maybe he’d put Dashiell up to it.
That thought was almost instantly dispelled, though, when Dashiell’s eyes widened and he scrambled upright, looking a little panicky. “I didn’t mean to say that! I’m sorry. Are you really here? I was dreaming, but I won’t… won’t do it again, sir.”
“Shh,” I said, running my fingers through his hair and cradling the back of his head. “You won’t do what again? Call me Daddy? I hope you do, sweetheart. I like it.”
And I was done denying what I liked.
“You do?” he asked, a hopeful lilt to his voice that had me smiling. “Oh, I… I thought it might sound too porny, but it’s what I like calling you in my head. It’s really okay?”
“More than okay. I want to be your Daddy, pretty baby. I want to be everything to you. I want every single thing you offered me last night.”
Total control.
His trust and sweet surrender.
The right to take care of him in every way that I could.
I wanted all of it, and the dreamy little sigh I got when I said so was all the proof I needed that he did, too.
But then he suddenly went wide-eyed again and reached down to pinch his own thigh. “Ouch. Oh, okay. This is real?”
I laughed. “Very real. It’s why I flew home early. May I kiss you?”
Instead of a yes, I got a shy, happy smile. “You just said you remember what I told you last night. You don’t have to ask… Daddy. I’m yours, right?”
Even though the title still came a little cautiously to his lips, that felt exactly right.
Everything about being with him did. And when I took him at his word and took the kiss I wanted this time, dipping inside for a deeper taste and grinning against his eager mouth when he flung his arms around my neck with a gasp and it became obvious how very, very inexperienced and enthusiastic he was, I realized it wasn’t just right, it was my first taste of perfect.
But not my last.
I groaned, dropping the box I’d been holding so I could haul him up against me, his warm, lithe little body fitting perfectly in my arms.
“God, baby, you feel incredible,” I murmured, tipping his head back so I could have more access, more of the hot little sounds he was making, more of everything.
I ran my hands down his bare back and cupped his ass, making him arch against me and gasp out a “Daddy” that had my cock taking notice.
He’d fallen asleep shirtless, his pink panties utterly ruined and a gorgeous pout on his lips when he’d had to pull on a pair of “boring” blue bikini briefs to sleep in instead.
The panties had been an unexpected surprise that made me feel like the luckiest man in the world—not just because of how sexy he looked in them, but because of the erotic effect that even just touching them had had on my boy—but I had no complaints about this pair, either.
They hugged his ass perfectly… and since they were still the only thing he was wearing, gave me unlimited access to the rest of his body.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he panted, wrapping himself around me like a little monkey and shamelessly rubbing himself against me despite his apologies. “I can’t help it. You’re making me so excited. I… I… Daddy.”
It was true. His little cock felt like an iron rod between us, trapped in those tiny briefs and hot enough to burn right through them and incinerate mine.
I groaned, sucking hot, open-mouthed kisses along his throat as he clutched me tightly, going from zero to sixty—from the dreamy, sleepy-eyed boy I’d kissed awake a few minutes ago to a trembling, writhing little mass on the cusp of messing up my suit—with all the unrestrained fervor he’d warned me about last night.
Which reminded me of what I’d brought him.
“Baby,” I said, peeling him off me and feeling a little unrestrained myself when I got a good look of how fucking delectable he was.
Flushed and panting, with that slim little cock of his making a tent out of his briefs.
I laid him back down on the bed, and slipped my hand between his legs, fondling the twin orbs pulled up tightly against his body. “I’m going to help you with this.”
“I… you… what?” he gasped out, his slim hips jerking toward me and his hands flying down toward his cock.
I captured them before he could touch it. “That belongs to me, remember?”
And I didn’t dare touch his actual shaft yet. Not after I’d seen what a hair-trigger he had last night.
His mouth dropped open, a full-body shudder going through him that, for a moment, almost made me think he’d come without my permission again. Then he gave me a jerky nod, his pupils blown wide, and whispered, “Yes, Daddy.”
“Were you serious about allowing me to take control?” I asked. “About letting me be the one in charge of your pleasure?”
He nodded, a desperate-sounding whine escaping those pretty lips that was like a siren call for my own cock, making it strain to be let loose.
Later. Right now, this beautiful boy had the entirety of my attention, and taking the control he’d so readily offered me was the most intense aphrodisiac I’d ever experienced.
I kept his wrists held loosely in one of my hands and ran my other one down his body, enchanted with the way he quivered and moaned and trembled as I traced the slim lines and flat planes of his torso…
his stomach… his slim hips and pale thighs.
Circling closer and closer to his jerking cock as the wet spot at the head grew darker and darker.
“Words, sweetheart. I need to hear that it’s really okay with you. I want to decide when you come. I want to decide how you come. I want to be the one who makes it happen, this time and every time, and—”
“Yes!” he finally blurted. “Green! Yes! Daddy! Please!”
I laughed. “What? Green?”
“It’s… it’s, you know, the stoplight thing?” he panted. “Jackie told me about it. Like, safe words? Green means please do all the things you just said to me. Decide all the… the things. Own my dick. Make me be good for you. Daddy, please.”
His erotic, breathless explanation was too much for me. Halfway through it, I realized I was the one who couldn’t wait.
I let go of his wrists so I could slide my hands under his tight little ass, lifting his hips completely off the bed as he gasped and clutched at my head. I had no hands free to get those fucking briefs out of the way, so I simply sucked the head of his cock into my mouth right through them.
Dashiell went rigid, his fingers digging into my scalp as the most erotic cry I’d ever heard ripped loose from his mouth, and then he flooded my mouth with the sweet, salty musk of his cum.
“Fuck, baby,” I groaned, sucking his pulsing cockhead like it was candy, then finally growling with impatience at the barrier between us, and ripping those briefs down so I could suck the whole thing into my mouth and drink down every drop.
“Daddy, Daddy, Callum, it… you… Daddy,” he gasped.
He was fucking delicious, the taste of him like a drug I was never going to get enough of, and I greedily licked him clean until he finally started to writhe away from me, whimpering a little as, no doubt, that sweet cock of his became too sensitized to enjoy it…
which also meant it was finally softening, so I quickly sat back and opened the package Andrea had made sure to have waiting for me, pulling out the exquisitely crafted cock cage I’d ordered and fitting it around my boy’s cock and balls.
I clicked it shut, and the sound shot through me like a bullet, shattering any final illusions I’d been holding onto about not wanting to utterly own this boy in every conceivable way.
Seeing his softened cock caged up and locked away satisfied something deep and primal in me, and for once, I didn’t flinch away from it.
My possessive need for this beautiful boy thrummed in my chest like a second heartbeat, and when I looked up to meet his wide-eyed stare, I recognized the thing that had pulled me toward him from the beginning, even more than his pretty face and tight little body.
Just as much as I needed to possess him, Dashiell had an answering need to be possessed. To be cared for and protected, treasured and kept safe.
It was everything I’d never let myself admit to wanting, and it was all the sweeter to see how deeply it satisfied his unspoken needs, too.
“Still green, sweetheart?” I checked, my voice husky with emotion as I ran my fingers over the cool metal of the cage, letting them dip between the bars to stroke the soft, warm flesh of his still-damp cock.
He swallowed, a shiver visibly moving through his body as he whispered, “Yes, Daddy. I’m green.”
“Good boy. Now you won’t come without my permission again.” I paused. “Unless you use your safe word, of course. This cage doesn’t require an actual key, you can remove it by pressing right here—”
“No!” he said, jackknifing upright and pushing my hand off his cock.
He cupped his hands over it protectively.
“I don’t want to remove it. You said my dick belonged to you.
That I do. And I want that. I want… I want to be yours.
Last night, you said I could be! You said…
you…” He’d started panting, and his voice trailed off as he lifted his hands off his caged cock and looked down at it with an expression of wonder that made my heart stutter.
“Thinking about that stuff always makes me hard.”
“Thinking about belonging to me?”
“Yes, but look! I can’t.”
Dashiell had just come, and yet his sweet little cock was already trying to fill again.
But my boy was right. He couldn’t get hard.
Not unless I allowed it. And the sight of his soft flesh pressing against the bars, trapped at my command and awaiting my pleasure, wasn’t just the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen, it also settled something in my soul.
He wasn’t mine despite how controlling I was; he was mine because of it. He truly was my perfect fit, and even though we both knew I’d let him go if he said the word, I was starting to hope—no, I was starting to believe—that I might never have to.