Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Konnor
My entire body lights up when he says it. I’m fighting between melting into the floor and mimicking an excited puppy who wants their tummy rubbed. Rather than do either, I keep utterly still. Maybe if I don’t move, this dream won’t end.
Because this has to be a dream. There is no other explanation for it.
“You like that one, don’t you? You want to be my pretty boy?”
I nod before I can stop myself.
Brett smiles widely, then releases me. I whimper at the loss. My body wants more of him. More of whatever this is between us.
“Easy,” he coos.
Our gazes are locked, the tension between us keeping a tight hold. I wait for his next instruction. I have no doubt there’s something he wants me to do. I’m just not sure what it is.
I’ve never done anything like this. Hookups aren’t really my thing. Especially not on my first day on the job with a new coworker.
But I don’t think I can walk away.
In fact, I know I can’t. At least not until I understand more about what this feeling is.
Leaning back against the couch, Brett runs his hands up his thighs twice before patting them. I look from his lap to his eyes. Does he… does he want me to sit there?
When I don’t move, he tilts his head. “Climb on up, pretty boy.”
I scramble onto his lap, my knees landing on the cushion on either side of him. The move spreads me wide enough I know he’ll see how much his attention affects me. As I drop my head to glance at how bad it is, I notice something shocking.
Brett is hard too.
I pause as I let the thought settle over me. Him saying he’s attracted to me is one thing. Seeing the results of said attraction is another.
And on top of all that, referring to him as Brett doesn’t even feel right anymore. I want to call him Daddy. Not just because he wants me to. More because I think it’ll give me the same fluttery feeling I’m experiencing now.
Taking the initiative this time, I decide to experiment with it. If I don’t like it, then I can always tell him it’s not for me. We haven’t gone too far to turn back.
“You’re hard…” I pause and take a deep breath. “Daddy. You’re hard, Daddy.”
I repeat the sentence with more confidence the second time. His body goes tight beneath me. For a second I worry I’ve messed up.
Raising my head, I look to him for confirmation of such. Only it’s not anger or disappointment I find.
“Oh, pretty boy. You’ve gone and done it now.”
I don’t get to question what those words mean before his mouth slants over mine. He devours me, as if he can’t bear to not taste every inch of me.
Several minutes pass with us like this. Him taking and tasting. Me nearly limp in his hold as I bask in the attention.
When he pulls away, I fall forward onto his chest. My body can’t tell if I’ve just had the best make-out session of my life or if I’m on the run for my life with the way adrenaline pumps through my system.
“Did I already wear you out?” His warm breath coasts over my earlobe as his hands stroke down my spine.
I shake my head. “No, Daddy.”
There it is again. That word.
How does it come out of me so easily? And why is it the only name I want to call him? I have a million more questions that won’t formulate into coherent thoughts just yet. It’s like I know I’m not understanding everything, yet I don’t really care all that much.
I’m happy. Truly happy with how tonight is going. I won’t fuck it up by trying to get answers.
“If you’re sure, then I’d like to try something else.” Daddy leans me back onto the couch. He follows the movement, his large form hovering over mine. “Before anything else happens, I need you to know that you hold the power. You tell me to stop and this stops.”
I nod at his serious expression. “Do I need a safeword?”
“Would you feel better with one?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I admit.
Though I don’t know all that much about the kink world, I can admit I want to have some semblance of control like he’s suggesting.
If I safeword with him and he doesn’t stop, then I know to get the hell out of dodge.
It’s also a comfort to understand at least one part of this process.
Most people, even the non-kinky ones, know what a safeword is thanks to Fifty Shades of Gray and some of the other highly erotic films Hollywood has pushed out.
“What would you like your safeword to be? It can be anything you want, so long as you remember it,” he tells me. His hands are still on my back, though they’ve stopped moving. It’s as if he knows they’re distracting me.
I close my eyes to think of what word will work best. It needs to be something I’ll remember, yet it can’t be anything easy enough to forget. After a rather long silence, I settle on the one that will work. As my least favorite vegetable, I know I won’t forget it.
“Cabbage.”
Daddy blinks down at me. In the next second, a smile lights up his face.
“Very well, pretty boy. Cabbage it is. You say that word and everything stops.”
“Okay, Daddy. Now what did you want to show me?”
At my question, his grin turns devious. Heat fills his eyes. He rakes them over my body where I’m spread beneath him. It feels naughty in a good kind of way. Like he really does like what he sees.
His erection is proof of that.
My inner voice reminds me of what I saw earlier. Not that I need the reminder. I can feel it pressed against my hip from where he’s positioned himself.
“I want to touch you. Maybe even get a taste if you let me.” When I don’t immediately answer, he turns his gaze back to mine. “If you’re not comfortable, then we can stop. I promise I won’t be mad. I know this is going faster than—”
I press a finger to his lips. “It’s not that, Daddy. I’m nervous. You’re so sexy. I saw the way you moved on stage. My body doesn’t do that.”
He presses a kiss to my finger before I manage to pull it back. The move makes me blush, which in turn has him laughing.
“There’s nothing to be worried about. I’m a professional dancer for a living. Of course my body moves like that. It’s my job. Doesn’t mean I want yours to.” One of his hands comes up to cup my jaw. “I want you just how you are.”
My heart soars at his words. Leaning forward, I initiate the kiss this time. It’s only a small one, but it’s enough to show how much I love what he’s saying.
“I want you how you are too, Daddy. You have my consent to do as you want. I’m here for the ride.”
“The ride, huh? I wasn’t thinking of that, but I’d be up for it,” he says with a wink.
I gasp as the double meaning hits me. It’s not that I don’t want that. It’s just not something that I thought was on the table.
At my shock, he shakes his head. “To be fair, I’d much rather our first penetrative experience not be here, if that’s okay with you. I want to take my time, spread you out. It’s not something to rush through.”
“I agree, Daddy. I want that too.”
“Glad to see we’re on the same page, pretty boy. Now that things are settled, it’s time for me to explore. Lay back and relax. Let Daddy have his fun.”
With that, he lifts himself off me and backs down the couch. Thankfully, the thing is clearly a set piece big enough to support what we’re getting up to. I worry for a second what the cleanup for this thing will be like, but then I push it away.
A big part of this experience is about trusting the man I’m with. If he really wants to be my caregiver like he said, then I have to let him lead the show. The only time I should intervene is to use my safeword or if he asks my opinion.
That’s all the input I really want anyway. The less I have to think, the better.
Daddy positions himself between my legs. His gaze meets mine, and when I don’t say anything, he reaches for the button of my pants.
I watch him as he undoes them and begins the process of taking them off. My body loosens with every inch revealed. Not because I’m confident or anything. It’s all in how the man in front of me seems to be enamored with the process.
His hungry gaze latches on to me and refuses to let go. It’s somewhat of a comfort to witness.
Even as he strips me of my underwear, I don’t feel any shyness come over me like it normally would. Instead, I’m confident in Daddy’s desire for me. I trust his words because his actions back them all up.
I frown when I realize he still has all his clothes on. Daddy notices right away.
“What’s wrong, pretty boy?” he asks.
“Can you take your shirt off?” The question comes out before I can censor myself. It turns out to be a good thing because Daddy chuckles, then in the sexiest move I’ve ever seen, whips his shirt off with one hand.
I’m practically panting with how much it turns me on. I mouth “wow” because words feel way too hard.
Daddy shakes his head. “Now for the part I’ve been waiting to get to since the minute I saw you.”
My jaw drops open. “You’ve wanted to…” I wave at my very obvious erection. “Do this since you saw me?”
“Absolutely. There’s nothing quite like getting to take a cock down my throat.” With that revelation, he wastes no more time. Leaning forward, he grips the base of my length with one hand as his other plants on the couch.
Both of those movements barely register because his warm mouth encases me without a moment’s hesitation. Soft lips graze against me as he makes his way down inch by inch.
Now, I’m not some massive guy or anything. I’d say I’m average in length. Still, it’s not a regular occurrence to find a man who gobbles me up with ease. Or maybe it’s that none have tried.
Either way, Daddy puts every previous partner I’ve had to shame. He swirls his tongue around me and sucks my cock like there’s no tomorrow. Spit leaks from the corners of his mouth the more into it he gets. And his hands, oh boy, do they get in on the action too.
Pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced builds with each new teasing move.
I’m on the edge of coming before I can truly voice it.
Like the mind reader he is, Daddy pulls back enough to look me in the eye.
His hand continues to stroke my length, keeping me on edge as he demands, “Give me every drop. Daddy’s thirsty. ”
He barely gets his lips around my crown before I detonate. My release bursts out of me with a broken cry and a sharp tilt of my hips. Normally I’d be embarrassed at the break in character. I don’t have the mental capacity for it now though.
All I feel is relief. Relief and euphoria.
“Daddy,” I whisper a few moments later when I finally have a voice again.
“Yes, pretty boy?” His body is tucked into the couch beside mine. At some point, he slid my underwear and pants back on. I’ve been too loopy to really notice, I guess.
I take a minute to think of what I want to say to him. He waits me out, patient and attentive.
“Do you want me to suck yours now?” My mouth waters at the thought. I try not to look too eager though. It might scare him off.
Then again, I don’t want to hide anything from him. I let a bit of the excitement shine in my gaze as I meet his eyes.
He shakes his head, which immediately makes me pout. “But why not?”
“Because I want to take you out to dinner now. I know neither of us have eaten. And since we have tomorrow off, we can sleep in, then get up to have breakfast and cuddle. How does that sound?”
My pout remains for a minute before I smile and nod. “Deal. But I want to do it soon. You can’t hide it from me for forever.”
He adjusts his hard length and chuckles. “I have no intention of hiding it from you, pretty boy. More like I don’t want to push too far too fast. Now let’s get out of here before they lock us in this place overnight.”
While I get up and follow him out, I wonder if maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen. Being stuck inside with Daddy all night long would be a dream.