Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Tyler
I take a deep breath and bury my head against the bedcovers. “I’m sorry. That was amazing, and here I am, ruining the mood by being clingy. This is the point where you worry I’m a crazy stalker.”
Emmet hugs me tight. “I don’t think that. Not for a second.”
“I’m not, by the way. It’s just you’re— And you’re—” I sigh, giving up.
“I understand.”
Does he? I’m not sure I do.
He unties me, ankles first, and then wrists.
“Come on.” He stands, takes my hand, and pulls me to my feet.
Without a word, he leads me to the bathroom, where he takes off my harness and t-shirt before we shower together.
He washes me down, kissing me as he goes.
I stand still, letting him worship my body with his lips, a sponge, and soapy bubbles.
Then he holds me, my head tucked against his shoulder, stroking and kissing me as hot water rains down on us.
This time, my make-up gets washed away, turning the water a rainbow of color as it swirls down the drain.
Eventually, he turns the faucet off and dries me.
While I sit on the toilet seat, wrapped in a big fluffy towel, he dries himself and then takes me back to the bedroom, where he gives me a pair of his boxer shorts and a t-shirt.
I could put my own back on, but I’d rather wear his.
He changes the bedding and then pulls me into the bed, where I snuggle against him.
“Could you delay your flight?” he asks.
The question takes me by surprise. “I— Don’t know. Maybe? I’ve got the whole week off. I figured I’d need it to recover from jetlag.”
“Sensible.”
“I am, sometimes. Not often.”
I chuckle and stroke my jaw. “I think you’re more sensible than you give yourself credit for.”
I roll my eyes. “I dunno. I’m thousands of miles away from home, realizing I’m a boy and that I need a Daddy, all while falling for a guy I’ve only just met. I’m hopeless.”
“If you are, so am I.” He cups my jaw. “I’m falling for you too.”
“This is starting to feel like a real-life princess movie.”
“Is that a problem?”
I shrug. “It is when we live so far apart.” I gaze into his eyes. “Is this real? Or just lust?”
Emmet purses his lips. “The last couple of days have been pretty intense, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t real. Delay your flight until the weekend. I’ll pay any fees you might incur.”
“You don’t have to do that, Daddy.”
“I want to.” He winces. “Only I can’t take the week off. But we’d still have every evening together.”
I smirk. “And every night.”
He kisses me tenderly. “Yes, baby. We’d have every night.”
“Say I can delay my flight until the weekend, and we spend an amazing week together—what then? I’ll still have to go home, and then I’ll miss you even more.”
“It’s not like I’d never see you again. I come to the UK once a month.
Sometimes more. And the internet exists.
Video calls exist.” He kisses my jaw between every statement.
“Video and phone sex is a thing.” He tickles me, making me laugh and softening the tension in my limbs.
“If it’s meant to be, we could make it work. ”
“That’s something a fairytale prince would say.”
He brushes his thumb over my lips. “I’m not a fairytale prince.”
“No?”
He smiles. “No. I’m a fairytale Daddy.” He kisses me. “Your friends… They figured out pretty quickly that it was meant to be.”
“True…”
“They seem really happy.”
I smile. “Yeah, they do.”
“What do you feel here?” He presses his palm over my heart.
“That you’re the most amazing guy I’ve ever met. You make me feel safe and alive. You make my toes curl. It hurts to think about going home tomorrow. And that’s not just because I’m terrified of flying.”
He chuckles.
“How do you feel, Daddy?”
“That I don’t want to let you go.”
I don’t want him to let me go.
“I’m not suggesting we should get married, just that we shouldn’t give up on what could be because we live in different countries. I’d like to see if this spark could grow into something more, don’t you?”
“If only it were that simple.”
“We can make it simple, baby. I made you mine tonight, remember?”
“I remember,” I whisper. How could I ever forget?
“What do you want?”
“You. Us. I want to see what we can become, Daddy.”
He smiles. “There would be rules.”
I frown. “Rules?”
“If you’re going to be my long-distance boy. I’d be your Daddy all the time, not just when we’re in the same bedroom.” He arches an eyebrow. “Is that something you’d want?”
I hitch in a breath. It’s not something I’ve considered before. I didn’t even realize I wanted a Daddy until I met him. My previous kink encounters have been confined to kink clubs or the bedroom. It’s never been even remotely full time.
His question plays over and over in my mind: Is that something you’d want?
Yes. I’m pretty sure I do. As long as it’s with him.
I nod. “Tell me them.”
“No coming or touching yourself without my permission.”
I shiver.
“No seeing anyone else. You’d be mine, and I’d be yours.”
“Okay, Daddy.” I move to straddle him, pressing my hands into the pillow on either side of his head. “I don’t want anyone else. I only want you.”
He strokes my hair away from my face. “I don’t want anyone else, either.”
I hold his face and kiss him, giving him control. He rolls me over, so he’s straddling me, and kisses me hard, his masterful tongue and lips making me tingle from head to toe.
“I’ll grab my laptop. We can change your ticket. If you want to?”
“More than anything, Daddy.”
Changing my ticket is easier than I thought it would be. There’s an upcharge, which is partly an admin fee and also covers the price difference between traveling on a Tuesday and a Saturday. As promised, Emmet pays the extra.
Then, even though it’s late, he brings out all the sensory deprivation gear—the cuffs, eye mask, and headphones.
He brings me to the point of relaxation, robbing me of every sensation except the feel of him against me and in me as he makes love to me so fucking tenderly it brings tears to my eyes.
Afterward, he holds me and, eventually, I fall asleep in his arms, happy in the knowledge that we have a few more days.
The next few days go past far too fast. During the day, I either explore more of New York or hang out with Zeke at his photography studio, helping out where I can, which mostly involves playing with Sandy. I spend the evenings and nights with Emmet. He spoils me.
We go to a rooftop bar for dinner, with an stunning view of the skyscrapers, their lights twinkling in the darkness of late evening.
The food is divine, and Emmet is the perfect Daddy throughout the meal, pulling my seat out for me, helping me decide what to eat and, when I can’t decide between two dishes, he orders one of them so I can try both.
We share a dessert, doing the goofy thing of twisting our arms so we can feed each other.
The next evening, we get last-minute tickets to the theatre. Emmet assures me going to Broadway is a must-do when in the Big Apple.
“I’ve never been to the theatre before,” I say. “Except the panto, but I’m not sure that counts.”
“Panto?”
“Yeah. You know? A pantomine. It’s a British Christmas tradition. He’s behind you! Oh no, he isn’t! Oh yes, he is?”
Emmet stares at me.
I laugh and shrug. “I guess you have to be there. It’s great fun for kids, although there’s plenty of jokes for adults too.”
He hooks his arm through mine. “We should go to a panto. They’re on around Christmas?”
“Yeah, usually for a month either side. Sometimes longer.”
“Pick one closer to Christmas, and I’ll book us tickets.”
Christmas is six months away. My heart flutters. I adore that he’s imagining a future with me.
On Thursday, we walk through the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens, ensuring we’re there in time for the sunset. We find a vantage point and watch the way the sunset stains the green house in hues of yellow, orange, pink, and purple.
“It’s so beautiful,” I whisper.
“So are you.” Emmet plays with my hair. “The sunset is bringing out the colors in your hair.”
We miss the end of the sunset, because we’re too busy making out.
No matter what we do, we always end up at his place, where we make love and he makes me his all over again.
Every moment I spend with him, and every moment apart from him, deepens my feelings for him.
The thought of going home fills me with dread, but I have to. Which is why we don’t go out on Friday.
Instead, we spend the evening at his place.
He pampers me from start to finish, starting with a relaxing bath together.
He keeps topping the water up until we’ve turned into prunes.
Then he leads me to the bedroom and gives me the best sensual massage I’ve ever experienced.
Okay, so it was the only sensual massage I’ve ever had, but I bet no one could do better.
Is there any end to my Daddy’s talents? I hope not.
We make love slowly, and then, after cuddling late into the evening, we cook together.
“I’m going to miss you, Daddy,” I tell him, once we’re snuggled up in bed together after making love a second time.
“I’m going to miss you too, baby. But we won’t be apart for long.”
He holds me until I fall asleep and, when I wake, I’m still in his arms.
After a lazy morning together, he takes me to the airport and stays with me until I have to go through security.
“I don’t want to go, Daddy.”
He rubs my shoulders. “You’re shaking.”
“That will be the terror that’s setting in. I can’t get on board. I can’t.”
He holds me at arm’s length and stares into my eyes. “Yes, you can, baby. You’ll be fine.”
I shake my head, tears stinging my eyes. “I’m scared, Daddy.” And, to compound that, I don’t want to leave him.
“You’ll be fine,” he says in a kind, but firm tone. “Do you know why?”
I shake my head.
“Because I’ll be with you all the way.”
I frown. “How?”
He pulls his phone out of his pocket. “Text me as soon as you’re through security. I’ll call you and talk to you until you board.”
“Thank you.”
“And then we can talk online.”
“The onboard internet package costs a fortune.”
“I’ll pay.”
“Daddy—”
He kisses me. “I’ll pay.”
I nod, accepting his offer.
“I’ll talk to you the whole flight.”
“It’s eight hours, Daddy!”
He smiles. “I know. I’ve flown this route a few times.”
I laugh nervously. “I suppose you have.”
“We’ll be together again soon,” he promises. “My next trip to the UK is in two weeks.”
“Soon,” I echo. Two weeks is no time at all.
He kisses my forehead. “You need to go.”
I take a deep breath. “I love you, Daddy.”
He widens his eyes and then smiles and pulls me to him. “I love you too, baby. See you soon.”
He gives me a lingering kiss, and then I tear myself away from him and join the security line.
As promised, he calls me as soon as I’m through security.
We talk until I’m on the plane, reassuring me until I have to switch my phone off for takeoff.
Once I’m in the air, we text-chat online.
Emmet is so sweet, I could cry. His constant online presence keeps me grounded and calm during the flight.
When we land, he sends a stream of praise that makes my knees weak.
He really is the perfect Daddy for me. And I’m his boy.