Chapter 9
OLLIE
If anyone had told me that I’d start my day with my stomach in knots as I tried to deny knowing I was well on the road to getting dumped again, but then end that very same day on the lap of the hottest, kindest man I’d ever met while he told me he wanted to keep me forever, I would have said it sounded crazy.
Life just didn’t work out like that. Not for me. Good things always had a catch, which was why it hadn’t surprised me at all when Daddy had said all those impossibly perfect, wonderful things, followed by a “but.”
But so far, his “but”—and the fluttery, giddy feeling in my belly made me want to collapse into giggles as I mentally translated that into his butt; a butt which was super sexy and that I might actually get to see live and in action soon if I didn’t mess this up—but his “but” didn’t feel like much of a catch at all.
Which had to mean I was missing something.
“Um, so…” I floundered when he paused and looked at me like it was my turn to talk after explaining that he basically wanted me to be able to have fun and play and stuff while he took care of everything hard, but that I’d also get to have tons of hot sex with someone who wanted to be nicer to me than anyone in ever.
I knew he meant it, too—the stuff about being able to let go of stressful stuff and just play sometimes—because he’d bought me Dino.
If Daddy had been in Orlando with me, he’d definitely have taken me to Disney World.
And not just taken me there, let me—no, wanted me to—enjoy it the way it should be enjoyed.
He wouldn’t have been ashamed of the way I’d have wanted to get my picture taken with every princess, and I’d bet anything that the way he talked about it being okay for me to have “little” time, he’d have let me go on all the rides Grant would have scoffed at for being too childish.
It almost felt too good to be true. Like, I hadn’t even realized grown men who dated could be like that.
No one I’d ever been with before would have put up with it, that was for sure.
But Daddy wasn’t saying he’d “put up” with it, he was saying he wanted it that way.
Wanted to be my safe space, where I could just be me; wanted to be the one who took care of me, whether I was big or little or anything in between.
It was just more proof that he was perfect, and it made me shivery in the best possible to think about how I wouldn’t have to censor all the parts of me that had never felt all that grown up anyway when we were together. Especially since we’d also get to—
I blinked. Wait. Would we? Because he hadn’t actually mentioned the hot sex part specifically, had he? Not now, and not even technically back on the plane, when we’d just talked about “liberties.”
Maybe that word meant something else in French?
Maybe, even though his cock was definitely hard under my ass right now, and every time he kissed me it felt like he wanted to own every part of me, maybe that was the catch, because things that sounded too good to be true, usually were.
“So?” he prompted me, reminding me that he’d finished explaining it all to me and was still waiting to hear what I thought.
The smile hovering around his mouth looked real, looked like he’d meant all of it, without any catch, but the longer I took to figure out what to say, the more the light in his eyes dimmed.
“If you’re not certain,” he finally said, “you can ask me anything, sweet boy. Or—” He paused and cleared his throat.
“Of course, tell me anything, as well. If being cared for in this way isn’t something that appeals to you—”
“It is,” I interrupted quickly, because first of all, obviously.
It sounded amazing. But second, because I didn’t ever want to make him look like he did right now—uncertain, which wasn’t something I’d ever seen with him before, but also a little bit sad.
“I mean, I’m not sure I totally get what I’m supposed to do,” I added, because surely it couldn’t be as easy as it sounded?
“Or why you’d want to go to all that trouble for me—”
“It is not trouble, mon c?ur,” he cut in, his eyes softening in a way that made my heart flutter. “It would be my greatest pleasure.”
Which was probably as good of an opening as I was going to get, so—
“Um, about that,” I said, squirming on his lap while trying to think of a way to ask if he’d be doing all that Daddying while also boning me, too. “Is that your greatest pleasure, Daddy? Like, letting me play and stuff? Or do you… do you like any other pleasureful things, too?”
He smiled, a slow, sexy, absolutely wicked smile that made my stomach and all parts south of it tighten up in the most delicious way ever.
“Everything with you is a pleasure, Ollie.” His hands tightened on my butt, his cock thickening underneath me in a way that made me feel hot and needy all over.
“But if you’re asking me about also enjoying the pleasure of making you come,” he practically purred, his accent becoming so heavy I wanted to roll around in it and let it coat me all over, “the pleasure of hearing you pant and beg for your Daddy to take care of your needs, the pleasure of keeping you naked whenever possible and exploring all the naughty ways you wish to play with your toys, then yes, little one. I would very much enjoy other pleasurable things with you.”
“Daddy,” I whispered, my whole body thrumming with excitement and my dick pressing so hard against the zipper in my shorts that it was almost painful.
The other men I’d been with had always had me suck them off or bend over the minute I offered, but everything Daddy had just said had been about me.
I was sure he’d like the regular stuff too, because who wouldn’t?
But he’d honestly made it sound like he might get off from getting me off, and besides being so turned on I couldn’t think straight now, I wasn’t sure what to do with that.
“Is that acceptable, mon beau?” he asked with a hot, teasing light in his eyes, his long fingers tracing my crease and then pressing on my hole. “Would you like to allow Daddy these liberties?”
I nodded like a bobblehead, still pretty sure I must be dreaming all this. But if I was, I definitely didn’t want to miss out, so I blurted, “Can we get started right now?” The way he was playing with my hole made me ache to have it filled. “I could… I could ride you?”
His eyes went molten. “The way you had your little peluche riding you, naughty boy, back on the plane? Is that what you want to be? Daddy’s plaything? Daddy’s little poupée? My jouet?”
My mouth was dry with want and my erection was straining so hard it ached, and all I could do was whimper, because yes. Whatever the French parts meant, even the part that sounded like “poopy” but almost definitely meant something way sexier than that, my answer was yes to everything.
He pulled his hands out of the back of my shorts, making me whine, but then carefully unzipped them, folding the waistband down until the top of my briefs—and the growing wet spot from my aching dick—was exposed, making my breath catch with excitement instead.
“Please,” I begged, my thighs tensing so hard as I tried not to grind against him, or do anything else that would make him stop, that they started to shake.
Daddy noticed, and gave me that super-sexy wicked grin again.
“Please what, mon petit jouet?” he asked as he rubbed his thumb in a circle over that wet spot. I made another desperate sound, my hips jerking up before I could help it, and he tsked. “Be good and use your words.”
“Okay, yes, sorry, I…”
I couldn’t think, wanting so badly to do it, to be good like he said, that my mouth wouldn’t work. But Daddy had told me to use words, so I had to.
“Please, Daddy,” I managed to gasp as he peeled my briefs down too, then rubbed his palm over my slick cockhead. “Let me be… let me be all those things. Everything you said. Let me ride your cock, and… and…”
“And be my little toy?” he finished for me when the heat zinging from his hand through my dick made me lose track of what I’d been trying to say.
I bobble-headed for him again. “Yes, that, yes, please.”
He lifted me off his lap, setting me on his feet as he rose up to his.
“Daddy?” I cried desperately, my eyes snapping open even though I hadn’t realized I’d squinched them shut.
I clutched at him. Was it over? Had I messed up?
“Shh,” he said, tugging my t-shirt up until I raised my arms. “Let Daddy see his joli jouet now.”
“Oh, okay,” I said, my panic instantly settling down, then transforming into something almost frighteningly blissful as he pulled the t-shirt all the way off me, taking care with my sunburn, then crouched down and finished getting me naked.
I would have stripped for him in a heartbeat, but Daddy wasn’t like anyone else. He didn’t want me to hurry up and show him how good I could make him feel. He wanted to decide everything, and all I had to do to make him happy was be good and let him.
It was so perfect I could have cried.
“So pretty, little one,” he murmured once he had every inch of me bare for his inspection. His eyes were so hot and lustful as he looked me over that I couldn’t doubt he really meant it, too.
Daddy thought I was pretty.
He was still down on his knees, his head level with my chest, and he ran his hands up my body like he owned it. “Is this truly all mine now, mon trésor? You belong to me? You are my sweet little boy now?”
“Yes. I’m yours. All yours. Only yours,” I babbled as his touch liquified my skin and made it throb with need, both at the same time.
“Good,” he said with a fierce smile that made me feel more wanted than anything had in the history of ever.
He pressed a kiss right over my belly button that made my breath catch and my balls pull up tight, then rose smoothly to his feet, snagged Dino from where he’d gotten tossed aside on the couch, and took my hand.
“Then come to my bedroom, mon précieux petit. It is time to play.”