Epilogue
Preston
Sage crossed his arms and stuck out his hip. “I don’t need a sweater and a jacket.”
“It’s freezing out there,” I said. “If you want to make snow angels and a snowman, you’ll wear both.”
“No, Daddy. Just the sweater. I can’t move as easy in the jacket, let alone both.”
“If you’re bad, your next meal will be Brussel sprouts,” I warned.
“That’s abuse.”
“I’d never want to do that. But who’s running things when you’re little?”
He pouted. “Daddy does.”
“That’s right.”
“Maybe I need to be spanked?” He couldn’t keep the smile from his lips.
My eyebrows went up in shock and immediate pleasure. “Hmm. Maybe so.” I held out his jacket. “But first, snow angels!”
“Yay!” He clapped my hands, then reluctantly let me help him put on his coat and scarf. But the cap? Nope. He stood his ground.
“Fine. But consequences later.”
He ducked his head to hide his naughty grin. Sometimes he had too much fun being a naughty boy. And maybe I liked it a little too much, too.
The outside air was brisk and icy. But Sage bounded around like he didn’t feel it. First, we dropped to the thickest spots and made our angels. Then we built a snowman.
By the time we got back inside we were covered in ice.
I peeled off Sage’s layers, then said, “Off to the bathroom. I’m going to draw you a nice hot bath.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I hung up our jackets to dry, then ran up the stairs.
Sage was already in the bathroom, heater on, naked as he watched the water run into the tub. It was already steaming and the bubbles were churning.
“That’s my job,” I reprimanded.
“Daddy, I couldn’t wait.”
Even as a little, he was definitely a self-starter.
I was so proud of him. He would be graduating in June and then going on to get a masters in family therapy.
I had offered to pay but he managed to get more scholarships for most of it.
For the rest of the cost, we agreed I would take up the slack.
He’d promised to pay me back after he started to work in counselling.
“It’s a gift,” I’d insisted. “Let me do this.”
He’d frowned for a bit, then said, “You already do so much for me.”
“And you don’t think the reverse is true?”
Now, I helped my baby boy into the warm tub. He sat like a cherub among the bubbles and immediately started playing with his toys.
I stripped down and got in after him, turning the faucet off now that the tub was full.
We laughed and played. I’d never felt younger or more at peace with myself. Sage was who I’d been waiting for my whole life.
I washed my beloved slippery boy all over and when we got out he ran, still wet, to flop on my bed. I knew what he wanted. But he was being naughty again.
I dried myself off and came out with fresh towels. “You’re getting the comforter all soggy.”
He sat up, skin shining in the low light. “Sorry, Daddy.”
I crooked a finger at him. His eyes widened.
When I sat on the edge of the bed I didn’t have to say a word. He crawled over my lap, face down, and stuck his ass up. It was a sight I never grew tired of.
I ran the towel over his back and down to his thighs to dry him off, then threw it aside for later. My hand moved down his spine to the curve of his hip. I rubbed at his ass cheeks for a couple of seconds, then lifted my hand and gave him a loud smack. His cheeks wiggled in response.
He let out a little squeak, then said, “Sorry, Daddy, I won’t do it again.”
“Of course, you will. You have trouble learning the rules, baby. But let’s get the punishment over with and set everything right.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I let him have another smack.
“Daddy, I was very bad.”
“Do you think I should spank harder?”
His silence was answer enough. I caressed him gently, then lifted my hand higher.
He squealed when my palm landed and grabbed at my thigh and calf. “Daddy, I’m sorry!”
“How many spanks do you need?” I asked.
“A lot?”
“Ten, I think. You’ve had three. Can you count for me?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m a big boy. I can count to ten.”
I snacked him again.
“Four,” came a meek little voice.
Again.
“Five.”
When we reached ten, my cock was standing up nearly straight. I turned him in my lap and saw he was just as hard. But before anything could happen, he always begged for a hug.
“I love you, Daddy.” He nuzzled my shoulder.
“I love you, baby. Never forget.”
After a few minutes of me rubbing his pinked ass, he crawled up in the bed. I laid out the towels and got out the lube. We’d been committed for two months and condoms were no longer an issue. Feeling Sage skin to skin inside and out was a treat like no other.
He offered himself beautifully, ass up, arms crossed above his head to pillow it.
I poured lube down his crack and fingered him open. When he gaped wide, I lined up. Moving slowly, I entered him. His warm welcome was my reward for everything, the snow angels, the bath, and the spanking.
Enveloped in his heat all the way to the root, I began to thrust. Sage pressed back in sync with me.
I reached around him to fist his own stiff cock. This was bliss. We couldn’t hold back any longer and came together.
Still inside him, I collapsed on him and turned us onto our sides, then hugged him to my chest in our afterglow.
“Daddy, you filled me up.”
“I did. That’s what you do to your daddy. You make him want you that badly.”
He sighed. “I’m glad.”
I tightened my arms around him.
Later, my phone dinged, waking me from a sleepy nap. It was a text.
I glanced at Sage. He was asleep with his golden hair covering the pillow. My heart. My little baby boy.
I was careful not to wake him as I sat up.
I opened the text and saw it was from Harold.
Just want you to know the defendant in the Bremerton case took a plea deal. He’ll be going away for years. Your boyfriend won’t have to testify. See you at work on Monday.
When I set my phone down, Sage’s blue eyes were open, looking at me with a dreamy gaze.
“Everything okay, Daddy?”
I reached out and stroked back his hair. “Everything’s perfect, baby boy. Go back to sleep.”
THE END