Chapter 14
Fuck, he’s hitting all my buttons. Simon liked cages.
He liked to edge me as a punishment, to show off how he controlled his little boy.
I knew he wanted me aroused and desperate when I wore them in front of his friends, for their reactions to turn me on.
He just took it too far. When I look up at Royal, there’s a knowing smirk on his handsome face; he knows I’m aroused, the shit.
“I think I may have hit jackpot, little boy.” His hand slides slowly up my inner thigh, sending fresh sparks directly to my dick and balls. “Which one has you squirming?”
I open my mouth to deny it, but all I manage is a pathetic squeak. I cover my mouth with my hand. It is too late, though. Royal laughs and grabs my hips, pulling me onto his lap. “God, you’re adorable.”
I’m sitting sideways on his lap, and that’s not what I want. My dick is aching for him to touch it. I shift so I can swing my leg over his thighs and straddle him. My dick presses up to his, and now, like at the gym, his hands grab my arse.
“I can’t wait to see you with your cock locked up tight,” he says as he sits up straight, his chest to mine. “Are we going to do this?”
“What this do you mean? Like sex now? Or a cage?” I’m not sure I’m ready for all of whatever his ‘this’ is. Hell, a few hours ago, I thought he still hated me. This is going to be a rollercoaster ride.
He chuckles, then presses his mouth briefly to mine. “I meant us, as in you being my boy. Do you want me to be your Daddy?”
I start to bite my lip, but Royal’s eyes narrow, and I stop.
We haven’t discussed his preferences; he might be too strict for my liking.
He might want a 24/7 lifestyle, and that’s not what I’m ready for.
I watch him as he flushes, and his face falls and his hands let go of my bum.
He thinks I’ve changed my mind. That this, he, isn’t what I want after all.
“I do, but you haven’t told me what you like. You need to do more than agree with mine.” I doubt they’ll be far from my own, but we should make sure.
His expression picks up, and his hands roam over my bum again.
“I’m a cuddly daddy. I like what you like, especially your choice of clothes.
I tend to nurture; I’d like to cook and care for you.
But I can be strict, and I don’t put up with mess or bratty behaviour.
You say you like to sub, which suits me, because I have a Dom inside me that can enhance a scene. ”
I agree with all his choices, but we haven’t talked about sex and how much it plays a part of our relationship. “What about sex?” I blurt out.
He frowns at me. “What do you mean?”
“Will we have it?” Oh god, what if he doesn’t do it with littles?
Is it all about the looking after? No, he was happy to fuck that little at the picnic party.
In fact, he was open to being watched, maybe something I’d like too.
Especially when I’m being a little bratty and ready to be punished.
Is it something he only does it at the club.
I doubt he’ll be like Simon; he seems happy with pdas, if fucking in front of everyone is a public display of affection.
I think it comes over more as complete exhibitionism.
“I hope so. I hope to have lots of it with you. I’m finding it very hard not to strip you naked and have you right now.” His eyes are already dark, now they seem to flame, ready to scorch me.
“I’m not opposed to that.” I try to sound calm that yes, I would like to do more now. But I know he has sussed me out, that I’m as eager as him.
His hands slip under my T-shirt and up my back as he leans in to capture my mouth again.
There isn’t anything chaste about this kiss, his tongue pushes into my mouth to lick and stroke over my own.
My hands find his hair and weave into the soft strands before holding on tight and letting him take control.
Before I know it, I’m on my back, the soft sofa cushions on my skin as he pulls my T-shirt over my head. His hands and mouth roam over my body, and he licks my neck and pinches at my pierced nipples until I’m crying out, my back arching up to keep his mouth on me.
Are we really going to do this tonight? Why not? He’s all I’ve wanted for years, but it should be more than a fumbling fuck on his sofa. I don’t know if Royal suddenly comes to the same conclusion as me, or if I’ve tensed up.
He lifts up and looks at me and blinks. The black of his pupils recedes, and the bright blue irises shine at me. “I think I got a little carried away then.”
“I’m not going to say I didn’t enjoy it, just maybe a little too much to do here.” I look around the room, then snigger. “The curtains are still open. Have we given the evening dog walkers a show?”
“Probably.” He shifts and stands up, walking over to the window and pulling the curtains closed. When he turns back to me, his hands are shoved deep in his front pockets. “Would you like me to take you back to your car?”
I think about this, and just because I didn’t think sex on the sofa was a good idea for our first time, doesn’t mean I want to go home. I’m not ready to leave him yet. “Can I stay? I don’t have to, but I like being here with you.”
His face lights up, his eyes sparkling. “Really? I know I got a bit carried away then, but I can behave myself. You can take the spare room if you’d rather.”
“I don’t think that will be necessary, Daddy. Thank you for offering.” Does he really think we can control ourselves enough to put me in his guest room. Fuck no to that with bells on, so why is he looking doubtful?
“We’re doing this?” His finger flicks between us. “Like for real?”
I nod and stand up to reach him. “We’re doing this. Us.” I wrap my hand around his nape and tug his head down so my lips can touch his. “I can’t wait for more,” I whisper against his lips, then kiss him.
We stay in control this time, and when we break apart, I take his hand and sit back down again. I pick up my wine glass and snuggle up next to him.
The time passes easily as we talk about our work, the house Finn and I are sharing, and most interestingly, Bound and a visit together.
“I’m sure when they see you’ve been claimed, Daddy, you’ll have all the littles broken hearted.
Because I’m not into sharing.” I saw the way they all looked at him.
I think he’s the unicorn of Daddies, maybe because he hasn’t committed to anyone there.
“Why haven’t you had any relationships? They’re some gorgeous boys there, and they love you. ”
“I don’t know. I never thought about taking anything any further; my scenes and playtimes have been enough for me.” He shrugs. He doesn’t get how loved he is. I wonder if this will turn the few friendly boys I’ve met against me.
“What happens if you decide that this, a relationship with me, is too much, and you want to go back to playing.” Shit, maybe I’ve got it wrong, and he doesn’t want me as a boyfriend but just as a little to play with.
“Stop thinking stupid thoughts, Memphis. Waiting until I found you makes sense to me. And yes, we’re boyfriends too.”
I tip my head up to look at him and scowl. “How did you know I was thinking that?”
“You’re still as transparent to me as you were all those years ago. I get you; I always have.”
It’s true he did always understand me, except for the one part that really mattered. He hadn’t worked out I was a little. “You didn’t know I was a boy, a sub?”
“I didn’t think of you as anything other than my brother, and yes, I know that was wrong. I was too busy trying to protect you from anything and everything that could hurt you. I wish I’d known that I was going to be the person that hurt you the most.”
“You couldn’t have done anything any differently. I doubt your dads would have let you have any kind of relationship with me. I was the baby.”
“It was still wrong of me.” He kisses the top of my head. Royal is then quiet. I imagine he’s overthinking the past. “Saint and my dads weren’t surprised when I said I’d seen you at the club and you were little. They’d seen it in you when you were living at the house.”
“Are your dads angry with me? I would like to see them again.” And it’s true, I do want to see them again, even if they’re still disappointed in me. I’d like the chance to apologise.
“No, they’re not angry. Pops wasn’t surprised you wanted a new start. They would love to see you again. We can go at the weekend if you’d like.”
I probably should go by myself. If we go together, it will become about Royal and me being together. How much is that going to hurt his feelings? “Don’t you think it would be better if I went by myself.”
“Why would I think that? They’re my parents, Memphis.”
“And considering everything, aren’t you glad they’re not mine,” I snap back.
He recoils as if I’d slapped him. “I’m sorry.
That wasn’t necessary. I think if we show up together, it will all turn into you and me and not about my apology.
” I can see that he doesn’t agree with me, but it’s not worth an argument, not now, not today.
We’ve been through enough mind fuckery tonight.
“Let’s sleep on it. My head is all over the place, and I want to just be here with you. ”
“Is that my cue to take you to bed?” His eyebrows waggle at me.
“Yes, Daddy. That’s your cue. Your boy is tired.”