Chapter 11
Lying on my back in bed, I lift my head and turn it to drink some of my slushie, trying to ignore Chase’s cold slushie that is resting against my side while he eats the gummy worms he’s dumped on my stomach.
I tried to ask him why he couldn’t eat them out of the bag and only got the response that they would feel more comfortable on my tummy.
He grabs another bag from the pile of treats on the bed, then dumps more onto my stomach.
“Chase, do you want to talk about work?” I ask. He shrugs. “Remember, try not to shrug, it’s very dismissive.”
“What do you want me to say?” He asks before chewing on a gummy worm.
“I just want you to talk to me,” I answer, “about anything you want, but maybe starting with what’s been going on at work? Are there other things besides the bet?”
He thinks for a few minutes while he traces around the gummies on my stomach.
“It’s just silly things.” I nod for him to go on.
“You know they just tease me and stuff, like the bet. It’s a joke, and sometimes it just gets tiring, boring.
” He eats a gummy worm before continuing, “it’s better now that I spend most of my time in your office. ”
“Are there specific people worse than others?” I ask.
“Daddy,” he says, “it’s just teasing. I know people don’t like me at the office, and that’s okay because I’m only there for you.
It’s like what I was saying the other day, and why you’re a good daddy for me, because you care.
Everyone at the office thinks I’m dumb, so I don’t understand the joke, or that it’s not really a joke, but a dig at me.
It’s easier to just laugh it off, to pretend I don’t get it or care about what they’re saying because it’s tiring with the jokes, but it’s exhausting having to fight every day.
To constantly be like that’s not nice to say.
People like you even less when you do that. ”
“I hear what you’re saying,” I nod, not sure what else to say. He has a point, but I also don’t want him bullied at work.
“You know, daddy, we could just work from home every day. You in your home office and me between your legs,” he suggests.
Snorting, “and when I have to see clients?”
“Your desk is big. They wouldn’t be able to see me under it,” he answers.
Shaking my head, “I don’t think that’s going to work.”
Suddenly there’s a noise of bustling around downstairs, and before my panic can settle in, he shouts, “my birds are here!” He scrambles off the bed and stumbles putting on a pair of boxers before running down the stairs.
Standing, I get fully dressed after putting our slushies aside and feel happy that he at least put on underwear before going downstairs.
I can hear him talking and asking the three movers in my house where his birds are as I turn the corner.
The mover holding the box Chase is digging is looking to the ceiling with red cheeks, and when I step closer, I realize Chase didn’t bother pulling his boxers fully on.
“Chase,” I scold, pulling his boxers up so his pubes and the base of his cock are no longer on display.
“Sorry, daddy,” he says, clearly distracted, then when he finds no birds in the box, he goes to the other mover, trying to place down a box.
“Chase, just let them put everything down, then you can look for your birds.” I say, then point to the couch, “either sit down there or go upstairs to the room and wait for them to finish. They can’t work while you’re in their way.”
He stomps his foot, but when I say his name again, he goes to the couch, then flops down.
The mover Chase exposed himself to whispers his thanks before I go to the kitchen while keeping an eye on Chase, who is bouncing while sitting.
His eyes keep flicking to each of the unlabelled boxes, and I can tell he’s struggling not to open them.
“Sir?” One of the movers asks, “we have a shelf to move in. Where would you like us to put it?”
I look around my living room, thinking for a moment, but Chase already knows where he wants it. “There,” he says, pointing to the area next to my window.
“Will it fit there?” I ask the mover, since I have no idea the size of the shelf.
“We’ll try,” he answers, then the three of them leave to move it.
“Can I start opening the boxes?” Chase asks, leaning forward.
“Darling, there’s no point in opening the boxes when you have nowhere to put the birds yet,” I answer. “Why don’t you go upstairs and put on a shirt and pants?”
“There’s no point. I’m going to be naked the second they leave,” he says.
He watches the movers intently come back inside and set up the shelf, then move the rest of the boxes into the room, which seeing them all together in my living room, it’s certainly more than I thought it was going to be.
After tipping the movers, I join Chase in the living room, who has wiggled out of his underwear before the door even closed.
He tugs off my clothes, and I’m glad to find that his need to have me naked outweighs his need to find his birds.
He goes to his knees and crawls to the box nearest him before ripping into it. “Daddy, help me,” he demands.
“So, you wanting to be a good boy for me only lasted the weekend,” I tease, “you’re now back to being a terrible boy.”
He frowns at me, “I’m a good boy.”
“Really?” I ask, “because all I see is a terrible boy who has no manners and exposed himself to a stranger because he has no patience or decorum.”
“What does decorum mean?” He asks, digging into a new box.
I join him on the ground, opening one of the boxes to find clothes. “To have decorum means to have etiquette that is respectful, basically.”
He nods, going to a new box. “I didn’t mean to flash hi-found them!”
He drags the box to the shelf, where we spend the next two hours unpacking everything.
He unpacks and organizes his birds in that time while I unpack and organize the rest of his things.
After I’m finished, I find him standing and staring at the shelf with his birds.
I come up to stand beside him, then rub his lower back.
They do look nice, despite his favourite bird being front and center.
Moving my hand down, I palm his ass before giving it a light pat.
“Daddy, are you going to give me a spanking?” He asks.
“Do you think you deserve one?” I ask.
“I was mean to David, then Felix at the counter, and I flashed the movers, oh, and I didn’t have any decorum.” He answers, turning to wrap his arms around my neck.
“Do you want a spanking?” I ask, finding it odd, then he listed those things instead of answering yes or no.
“Maybe,” he answers, then pauses for a few seconds, then continues.
“When I’m a terrible boy, I get a spanking, then when I’m a good boy, I get a reward.
But I was a terrible boy earlier and did something that upset you without punishment, more than once, and I got plenty of rewards all day for being good.
I think you’re not giving me a spanking because you’re worried about me. I don’t want you to think I’m a baby.”
“I do think you deserve a spanking, but the reason I didn’t give you one right when we got home,” I explain. “It’s because we had a conversation about why you were behaving that way, and that conversation upset you, so I wanted to give you time to process your feelings.”
He nods, “thank you for taking care of me, daddy.” I must show my surprise at his words because he continues, “you always think of me, consider me and my feelings before doing things. I like that, so I just want to say thank you, and I love you.”
“You’re welcome, darling,” I cup his face before giving him a kiss.
“Daddy, can I have a reward for putting away all my birds?” He asks, back to being Chase. “One of the house rules is cleaning up after myself, and I did. I even put all the bubble wrap in the box.”
“What about your punishment?” I tease, patting his ass, then stepping away.
“I think a reward sounds better,” he says, following me to the couch, then sitting next to me.
“You brought it up,” I say with a laugh before tugging his wrist and motioning for him to lie across my lap.
He grumbles, “I regret it,” as he gets comfortable with his stomach on my thighs and his arms folded under his head.
“How about I meet you halfway, you get a spanking, then a reward,” I offer.
“This feels like a trick,” he says.
I laugh, rubbing my hand up and down his back. “What will it be?”
“If I say no, does that mean no reward and no punishment?” He asks.
“I wouldn’t say that,” I answer, “more like a spanking, then getting ready for dinner.”
“That’s not fair,” he argues.
“You’re the one who brought up being punished and listed out the reasons you deserved one,” I counter.
He grumbles, “I thought you would think I was an extra good boy for reminding you, then you would decide I don’t need a punishment, but two rewards.”
“You’re a terrible boy,” I accuse lightly.
“I’m not a terrible boy,” he argues.
Not bothering to argue with the boy, I instead land a hard slap on his left ass cheek.
He yelps before I land two more, then slap his right ass cheek three times in a row.
After putting my non-dominant hand on his upper back, not to push down, but to be a comforting weight.
I alternate spanking his left and right ass cheek until he’s bright red and my hand starts to burn.
He’s panting heavily, and he’s pressing his face into his arms. I land one more hard slap on his ass because I’ve been soft on the boy despite trying not to be in the beginning before massaging his tender ass.
“Darling?” I ask.
He nods into his arms, “daddy,” he answers, but it’s muffled.
“Are you ready for your reward, or did you need a few seconds?” I ask.
“Reward,” he says as he starts to sit up to straddle my lap, but I stop him by lightly pushing on his back.
“No,” I direct, “lie down on your back.”
He does with a frown, but when I lie down between his spread legs, a wide smile takes over his face.
Grabbing the base of his cock. I then take him into my mouth, and before my lips meet my fist, his body stiffens, and his cum fills my mouth before I swallow it.
Pulling back, I struggle not to laugh at how quickly the boy just came.
“Don’t laugh at me, daddy,” he snaps as he crosses his arms. I can’t talk, or else a laugh will burst free, and I’m really trying to not make the boy feel bad.
“I’ve never had someone do that before,” he complains.
“I’ll last longer next time. It’s just you were teasing me earlier, and the spanking made me hard, then-”
“It’s okay, darling,” I interrupt, “it’s really a compliment.”
“Daddy, it’s not funny,” he grumbles.
“I’m sorry for laughing,” I say, “I’m not trying to be mean.” Grabbing his hands and tugging him to sit, I then guide him to straddle my lap. “It makes me feel good that-”
“You are really sexy,” he interrupts, “and I thought my reward was going to be a kiss, and your mouth felt so good on my cock.”
“We’ll practice,” I tease.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to build stamina, daddy. Your mouth feels too good, and you’re too handsome to concentrate on not cumming.” He shakes his head, “you’re just too good.”
I squeeze him to me. “You’re sweet, Chase.”
“It’s true,” he says. “I’m so happy you’re my daddy.”
“I’m happy to be your daddy,” I say, “and I’m happy that you’re my partner.”
“I love you,” he kisses me, then pulls back, frowning at my stomach. “What did you do with my gummy worms?”
“They’re upstairs,” I answer, patting his hip, “and you won’t be having any more until after supper.”
He frowns, “what about you? Don’t you want to cum, daddy?”
I nudge him off my lap, then walk up to our bedroom with him right behind me. “No, I’m okay, darling. Do you need to shower?”
Once we’re on the second floor landing, he wraps his arms around me from behind, making it difficult to walk the rest of the way to the bedroom. “No, I think I’m okay because can we have a bath together after supper? And are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure, darling,” I smile, then go on because I need to remember to give Chase more praise. “I love when you suck my cock, but I’m excited to take you on a proper date.”
Letting go of me, he comes to stand in front of me, then walks backward into the room. “A proper date?”
“Yes, I know we went out for lunch twice now and went out to Midnight on Friday, but I want us to have an official date with a nice meal.” I explain, feeling a little nervous and embarrassed saying that. “I would just like to treat you to a romantic night.”
He stills for a moment, and I have a bit of a sick feeling brewing.
Is he going to say no? Suddenly a blinding smile takes over his face before he rushes forward, almost knocking me off my feet, then grips me tightly into his chest, smothering me.
“I love you so much, daddy. You’re so sweet, and perfect, and my favourite person in the world.
” He pulls away from me, then goes right to the closet. “I’m so excited.”
Sitting on the bed, I watch him get dressed before he grabs some of my clothes, then helps me get dressed.
After we both move to the bathroom, we fix our hair and put on some cologne before we make our way to the car.
The rest of the night goes by so quickly and feels incredibly easy.
The restaurant’s lovely, and I find myself the whole time just watching and listening to Chase talk.
Even as the night ends and we’re lying in bed together with Chase’s head resting on my stomach while he plays with my belly hair, I just feel such contentment.
It doesn’t feel real that Chase not only changed my opinion of him, but I genuinely feel myself falling in love with him.
A part of me wishes I would have given him more of a chance in the beginning, but then again, without me being overwhelmingly frustrated to the point I didn’t care about work, we wouldn’t be here.
I tug his hair, pulling him closer to my face, then kiss him deeply.
There isn’t a doubt in my mind that I’m lucky Chase fell in love with me, and I can’t wait for our future together.