Pretty in Pink

Chapter Two

Ford

“Hello?” Amir’s sleepy voice sounded over the phone. I wasn’t surprised by his drowsiness, considering it was only six o’clock in the morning. I’d been awake for nearly two hours, but I waited as long as I could stand it.

“I need your help.”

“What’s wrong?” All the sleepiness snapped out of his voice. Maybe it was his police training, or just his care for family, but he was alert and ready.

“Nothing. Everything is so, so right.” I told him all about meeting Keegan, and how we spent hours playing cards and talking. I gushed about how beautiful he was, and how pleased I was that we had so much in common; we both loved sushi, riding bikes, and animated movies. I always took Henley to them when he was growing up, but I secretly enjoyed them as much as he did.

“That’s wonderful,” Amir offered. “I’m so happy for you, but what did you need help with?”

“Oh!” I was so wrapped up in talking about Keegan that I nearly forgot the reason I called. “I could have talked to Keegan all night long, but he was getting tired and I wanted to make sure he got home safely, so I walked him to his car and told him goodnight. He said he wanted to see him as soon as possible, and asked for a playdate today. I agreed, obviously, because I wanted to see him as soon as possible. I assumed he meant at his place, but then he asked for my address. He’ll be here at ten and I have nothing ready; no toys, no play area…I need help.”

“I’ll wake Henley up and we’ll be there as quickly as possible.” I was glad he was bringing my son; Henley would have great insight into what my boy would like. My boy. It was almost too good to believe. Everything happened so fast, and it couldn’t be more wonderful.

“Thank you so much.”

“Of course. See you soon.”

We ended the call and I got to work. I definitely needed help where Keegan was concerned, but there were things I could tackle on my own, like getting my place cleaned up. I always kept it tidy anyway, but I wanted everything to be perfect for Keegan’s visit. I loaded the dishwasher and dusted the furniture. Just as I finished running the vacuum, my front door opened and Henley and Amir entered without knocking, which was just the way I liked it.

“I’m so happy for you!” Henley exclaimed before slamming into me with a running hug. “Oh, this is so exciting! And you’re a Daddy ?”

I assumed Amir had filled him in on everything. I hadn’t had the conversation with my son yet; I was waiting until I found someone special, because I didn’t want to get his hopes up. I was glad he didn’t hold my secrecy against me. He only had acceptance and excitement, which warmed my heart.

“You are going to be the best Daddy,” Henley continued, before scrunching up his nose and deciding, “Well, it will be a tie.” He released me from his grip and plastered himself to Amir instead, making his partner beam until he practically glowed. Love radiated off the pair, and I hoped I would experience the same…hopefully soon…and hopefully with a certain gorgeous young man.

“Do you want to show him what you brought?” Amir asked, shaking the plastic bag in his hand.

“Yes! I almost forgot.” Henley took the bag and opened it for me to see inside. “I brought some of my toys to share with Keegan.” My heart swelled as I inspected several Matchbox cars, a model train, and a coloring book with a box of crayons. “I only colored one picture in the book, and Daddy tore it out for me. So it’s basically brand new. Do you think he’ll like it?”

“I think he’ll love it.” During our talk the night before, I learned that Keegan loved creative things like coloring and finger painting. “I also think that this was very sweet of you.” Henley grinned and got an extra squeeze from Amir.

“Come on, we can get this stuff set up in my old bedroom,” he suggested. That had been my thought as well, but I wanted to check with my son before I made any big changes.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course! I have my own place with Daddy now. Besides, if it’s a playroom, I’ll get use out of it too when I come to visit Keegan! I get to meet him soon, right? What about at Sunday dinner tomorrow?”

I blinked in surprise; I hadn’t thought that far ahead, but apparently Henley had, even on the short drive between our houses. “I…I suppose,” I stuttered, while my son nodded.

“It’s only fair; you met Daddy very soon, and it was at Sunday dinner, too.” He rattled on as he headed towards his old room, leaving me blinking behind him.

Amir snorted a laugh and patted me on the shoulder. “I guess that’s settled.”

“I guess it is.”

We entered the bedroom, finding Henley tapping his chin as he looked around. “You should keep the bed in here in case Keegan needs a nap; unless he’ll be sleeping in your bed. But an extra one never hurts.” It amazed me how Henley accepted everything so readily and without question. All he wanted was for his old man to be happy. “He needs a new bedspread, though,” he insisted, nodding to the gray blanket covering the twin sized bed. “That one is very blah. What color does he like best?”

“Pink,” I answered easily. “He loves the color pink, and very soft things.”

“Oh no,” Henley sighed as his shoulders slumped.

Confusion and a slight streak of irritation coursed through me, but Amir was the first to ask, “What’s wrong, kitten?”

Henley peered into his bag again. “I didn’t bring anything like that. I don’t even have anything like that to share.”

I immediately felt like the world’s biggest asshole. Of course sweet Henley wasn’t judging; he was only sad that he didn’t have what my boy liked.

“It’s okay,” Amir told him as he wrapped him in another hug. “I’m sure he’ll still like what you brought because of the thought behind it. But now that we know what he enjoys, we can get him all set up.”

Henley’s smile returned, and Amir looked over at me. “You said he’s coming at ten, right?” I nodded. I wished I could pick him up from his place, and that was what I intended to do in the future, but I needed extra time to get ready for his arrival. “That gives us plenty of time; let’s go shopping.”

*****

Keegan

I stepped out of my car and smoothed out the front of my skirt. I had no hesitation when picking out my outfit for the day; I chose my favorite pink pleated skirt and a powder blue crop top printed with pink roses. Ford made it clear that he not only accepted my clothing choices, but he enjoyed them.

I wondered if it had anything to do with his bisexuality; if he was drawn to the feminine clothes, but enjoyed them on my masculine body. It didn’t really matter; he liked what he liked, I liked what I liked, and we accepted each other as we were.

That was definitely a new thing for me. My whole life, no one had ever been totally satisfied with me. When every relationship inevitably came to an end, I’d hear reasons like, “I’m just not comfortable with you dressed like that in public,” or, “I don’t appreciate your attitude,” or my personal favorite, “You’re just too much for me to handle.”

At least I could say that the men of my past were honest, but if they couldn’t handle me, I wished they had just left me the fuck alone. Because each rejection added another layer of self doubt and insecurity.

But I didn’t feel either of those things around Ford. When I first saw him sitting at the club, I was immediately drawn to him because he looked so different from anyone else there; he was dressed casually in flannel and boots, looking handsome and down to earth. He appeared welcoming, and when I finally spoke to him, I learned I was right.

But ‘welcoming’ only scratched the surface of what Ford had to offer. He was also insightful and understanding. He put me at ease, and gave me peace, which was something I hadn’t felt in a long time.

I smiled at Ford’s home as I walked towards the porch. It was a cute and quaint place, white in color with a pretty blue door. It was cozy and inviting, which was exactly as I expected. Everything about Ford was inviting.

I lifted my hand to knock, but the front door swung open before my knuckles touched the wood. Ford stood there waiting, wearing a blue and black checked plaid shirt over his thick frame. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing sturdy arms that promised warm hugs. It was paired with dark jeans, boots, and a dazzling smile. His skin folded at the corners of his baby blue eyes, and his salt and pepper hair and beard made him look mature and friendly. Everything about him was stunning.

“Hey there, darlin’,” he greeted in his deep, honey-smooth voice. “You look beautiful.”

I couldn’t stop my grin from bursting across my cheeks. “Hey, Daddy.” When I first said the name the night before, it was an accident. Ford made everything feel so natural that it slipped out, but I was glad for it. He was everything I could ask for in a Daddy. “You look amazing, too.”

I stepped closer, and he wrapped me in a hug. I was right; it was warm, but also protective, supportive, comforting, and soft. In a word, it was perfect.

“Come on in.” He pulled me inside and closed the door behind me. “I’ll give you the grand tour.”

Ford showed me around his home, which was clean and comfortable. He smiled as he pointed out pictures of his son hanging on the beige colored walls. Henley was cute. The best thing about him was that he had his father’s pretty eyes.

Daddy took me through the kitchen and living room. He showed me his bedroom and the bathroom attached to it, along with the smaller bathroom in the hallway. Everything was decorated simply, in muted earth tones, reflecting his natural, easy style.

“But something tells me this room is going to be your favorite,” Ford told me with a wink as he pushed open a door. He touched his hand to my lower back as he led me inside. He stepped in close to me, and my eyes widened as I took everything in.

Besides the beige-colored paint on the walls, this room looked nothing like the rest of Ford’s home. Tucked in the corner was a twin sized bed, dressed in a fuzzy pink blanket. It also held many soft pillows, all in different shades of pink.

Along the wall were several book shelves, which all held a wide assortment of toys. There were little metal cars and trains, as well as Barbie dolls, makeup kits, and all kinds of stuffed animals. The last thing I noticed on the bottom shelf was a set of blocks. But they weren’t made of wood or plastic; they were large cubes crafted from soft fabric.

It looked as if the room was handmade for me, and my heart skipped a beat at the possibility that maybe it was. Ford was new to all of this, so it didn’t make sense for him to have a decked out playroom. Even if he did keep a space for his son to play in when he visited, I knew from our conversations that Henley was into cars, trucks, and police items.

I looked at Ford, whose hopeful, slightly nervous expression threatened to burst my heart wide open. My voice trembled when I asked, “Did…did you do all of this for me?”

“I did,” he replied tentatively. “Do you like it?”

“I love it.” I blinked my glassy eyes as I tried to explain to him just how much. “No one has ever done anything like this for me. You listened to everything I said - everything I like - and made a special place just for me. And you did all of this since last night!”

I’d just met this wonderful man the night before. I knew the words were true, but they didn’t seem real. It felt as if I’d known him for so long, and so deeply; as if he really saw me, for who I was.

“I’ll admit I had a little help,” Ford added with a sheepish smile. “Henley and Amir came over this morning and assisted me in getting the room all ready.”

My knees went weak, and I gripped his arm to keep from stumbling. “You told them about me?”

“Is that okay? I’m sorry if I crossed a boundary. I was just so excited to tell them about meeting you, and I wanted to have the place perfect for you and-”

Ford’s words stopped when I pressed my lips to his. I was so overwhelmed by his actions and care that I needed to show him what they meant to me; what he meant to me.

I pulled back enough to whisper against his lips, “I’ve never been anything but someone's dirty little secret.”

His arms wrapped around my waist, and his big hands splayed across my back, holding tight, as if shielding me from my own past.

“You deserve so much more,” he whispered back to me, “To be romanced privately and publicly; to be shown care and shown off. You deserve to be loved out loud.”

I kissed him again, this time not stopping with a simple peck. I ran my tongue across the seam of his lips and once I crossed that line, Daddy took control. One hand slid up my back and into my hair. He leaned my head to the side so he could kiss me deeper, plunging his tongue into my mouth.

He was commanding yet gentle as he licked against me; his fingers pressed into my lower back, while they also caressed my hair. He nipped at my lips, but his tongue lapped mine gently. The kiss was everything he was; passionate and tender, assertive and soothing. But over too quickly.

It was hard to mourn the loss, though, when he wrapped me in his strong arms and held me tightly, his chin resting on the top of my head. He didn’t say anything, but I was soothed by the steady thump of his heart beneath my ear, and the motion of his hand up and down my spine. He could convey so much without a single word.

And this was it; the feeling I’d been chasing my whole adult life. The serenity and security I’d never experienced with another man. It made me want to pour myself out to him; to show my vulnerabilities and needs. I wanted to open my heart and fully present it to him, and I knew just the way to do it.

I tipped my face up and asked, “Daddy, can I play with my new toys?” Not only would I enjoy relaxing, it was important to show him that I was relaxed; that I was comfortable with him being in charge and looking after me while I let go.

“Of course you can, baby.” When he’d asked me before what I wanted to be called, I didn’t give him an actual answer, but ‘baby’ felt perfect. I was treasured, pampered, and under Daddy’s care. He kissed my hair and stepped back, allowing me to look around the room to choose.

I was immediately drawn to the Barbie dolls. I brushed their hair and changed their clothes a dozen times. I’d owned a few Barbies in the past, and was always jealous of their outfits. I wished they came in my size. For my tenth birthday, I asked my grandma to sew me a pink dress just like my Barbie doll, and she obliged. I wore it everyday after school until I finally outgrew it.

Next, I moved on to the makeup kit in the biggest pink box. It had lots of colors of blush and eyeshadow. It wasn’t the top quality stuff that I liked to wear for special occasions; this was just for play, which made it even better. I could try out new color combinations without worrying about wasting it.

I used some glittery blue eyeshadow, mixing it with silver. I liked the way it looked; it brought out the color of my eyes. But I didn’t want to just make my eyes look pretty, so I brushed on some mauve blush and red lipstick. When I turned to ask Daddy’s opinion, I found that he’d taken a seat on the bed and was watching me with a warm smile.

“You look very pretty, baby,” he gushed, and I batted my glittery eyes. “You’re really good at that.”

“Thank you. But do you know what I’m not good at?” I lifted a bottle of nail polish from the box. “This. I can make my left hand look pretty good, but my right hand always looks stinky. Can you help me?”

“First of all, your hand could never look stinky,” he argued, making me giggle. “But I’m happy to help. I do need to warn you, though; I’ve never done it before.”

“You’ll do great,” I encouraged, before crawling over to the bed. I stayed on my knees on the floor, and rested my hands on his thighs.

Daddy shook the bottle before twisting off the cap, and the chemical scent of the polish hit my nostrils. “I’ve always liked that smell,” I said, sniffing the air, but Daddy just looked at me like I was crazy while wrinkling up his nose, making me laugh again.

“Okay, here we go,” he said, balancing a large drop of blue polish on the end of the brush. He lowered it onto my nail, and the blob tried to run down my finger. “Oh my; that may have been a little too much.” Daddy tried to scoop the liquid back into the bottle, but it just slid down the side. “Oh dear - I’m making everything look stinky.”

I giggled as I watched him chase the drop with the brush. He finally trapped it, scooped it, and returned it to the bottle…mostly. He dipped the brush again, and this time, dabbed off the excess polish before touching it to my nail. With one gentle swipe, he painted the surface perfectly.

“There we go. Now I’m getting the hang of it,” he announced proudly. It wouldn’t matter to me if he didn’t get the hang of it and things stayed messy. I was just happy to be spending this time with him. He not only didn’t mind my hobbies, he encouraged them, and participated in them while trying his best, and that meant the world to me.

“How do they look?” Daddy asked once all of my nails were sparkly blue.

“They’re so pretty!” He made the coats even, and didn’t get that much polish on my skin. “And look; they match my eyelids.” I rested my fingers on my cheeks and blinked so that he could see the similar colors.

“You’re right, they do. You made a very good choice.”

“And you did a very good job painting them.” I propped up taller onto my knees to give him a quick kiss. “Thank you, Daddy; for my pretty makeup and helping me with it.”

“You’re so welcome.” He packed the bottle and little brushes back into the pink box. “Are you going to play some more?”

“Yep, as soon as my nails are dry. I don’t want them to smudge.” I blew on them while I looked around the room, trying to decide what to play next. My glance fell on the fabric blocks and I smiled. I wanted to feel their softness and see how high I could stack them, but I was cooking up another idea as well…a slightly naughty idea.

It wasn’t that I wanted to be ornery; I just wanted to experience everything with Daddy. He’d given me such a wonderful reward with the room and toys, and now I was itching for a punishment…that was also a reward. I knew Daddy would enjoy it too. It was time to put my plan in action, so I crawled over to the bookshelf to grab the blocks.

*****

Ford

My boy is so beautiful. And not just because he was extremely talented with even play makeup, painting it on in a way that highlighted his natural beauty and would make professionals jealous.

No, he was gorgeous in ways much deeper than his skin; the gentleness of his touch as he brushed his dolls’ hair. The way he glowed when he applied his makeup, because he was doing something he loved, without anyone judging or making him feel guilty. His freedom was beautiful.

As was the concentration on his face while he stacked his blocks into a tall tower. His tongue peeked out of the side of his mouth as he balanced each cube on top of one another. He held his hands up to guard each one until he was convinced it was secure, and then he’d add one more. When he finally had all of them balanced, he swatted the bottom block and sent them all tumbling to the floor. His laugh was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.

Keegan pushed all of the blocks into a pile before asking, “Daddy, is it almost lunchtime? I’m getting hungry.”

I checked my watch and saw that it was nearly noon. Time was flying by as I watched my boy having fun. “It is . Why don’t you pick up your blocks and then l will make you something to eat.”

“Okay.” Keegan picked up a block, but instead of putting it away on the bookshelf, he stacked it onto another cube. His tower was under construction once more.

I was confused. I knew he was hungry, and he agreed to pick them up. So why was he still playing? I shrugged and figured he wanted to get one last stack in before putting them away. But I watched as he knocked them over, laughed, and began to build again.

“Keegan, baby, it’s time to clean up. I need to get some food in your belly.”

“I will in a minute.”

“Okay, make this the last stack, please.”

“Okay.” The blocks went up, they came crashing down…and then they were getting stacked again.

I didn’t understand what was happening until I noticed the hopeful expression on my boy’s face as he watched me out of the corner of his eye. But what could he be hoping for by… ohhhh. It took me entirely too long to realize what was happening. My sweet boy was being naughty because he wanted to be punished.

I sat up straighter and put authority behind my voice when I told him, “Keegan, I’ve told you it’s time to stop playing. Why are you still going?”

A smile burst across his face before he tamed it. “Because it’s fun.”

“I understand that, but it’s time to eat. Listen to Daddy and put your blocks away.” He held eye contact with me as he placed another block, making my cock twitch at his defiance. It appeared I enjoyed punishments as well. “I’m serious, Keegan. If you don’t listen to Daddy, there will be consequences.” I could hear the huskiness in my voice as clearly as I could see the heat building in his gaze.

His tongue traced slowly across his lips as he positioned the last block on top of the stack, and his hand hovered beside it. “Don’t you knock it over,” I warned. “If you do, Daddy will have to bend you over his knee.”

“You promise?” he asked as he arched his eyebrow, and I had to bite my lip to hold back both a smile and a moan. He was pushing all my buttons in all the right ways.

“I do, so you better put that hand down unless you want mine across your bottom.”

He didn’t try to hide the shiver that rocked through him, and didn’t pretend to hesitate as he flicked the top cube, making the whole tower tumble to the floor.

“You were warned,” I told him sternly, my hand already twitching with anticipation. “Stand up.” Keegan rose to his feet without a word of protest. “Come here.” My boy took small, slow steps towards me. I may have thought he felt remorse if he wasn’t wrestling the grin from his lips.

As he shuffled forward, my eyes grazed down his body, and I had to bite back another moan when I caught sight of the bulge beneath his short skirt, making it even shorter. The lump swayed back and forth with the swish of his hips. I swallowed the puddle of drool forming on my tongue so that he could clearly understand my words.

“You didn’t listen to Daddy, and that earned you a punishment. Do you understand?” He nodded, but I insisted, “I need to hear it.”

Another shudder rocked through him, making his bulge bounce deliciously. “I understand. I was naughty for not listening. I’m sorry, Daddy.”

I had to stop myself from forgiving him and brushing it away, because I knew that wasn’t what he wanted. “Thank you for apologizing, but that doesn’t take away the consequences we talked about. This will help you learn to listen better next time.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Before we begin, I need you to tell me a word you’ll use if you need me to stop.” I never wanted to accidentally hurt him, so a safe word was very important.

“Pickle,” he responded quickly.

“Good boy. Use that word if you need to. If I hear ‘pickle’, everything stops. Now, lay across my lap with your bottom facing up.”

Keegan draped his body across my thighs, and my eyes rolled back in my head for a moment from the feel of his hard dick pressing into the meat of my leg. His ass was positioned perfectly on my lap, and the fabric of his skirt barely covered the flesh of his cheeks.

I took a deep breath to steady myself before pushing the cotton over the swell of his ass, but I still wasn’t prepared for what I found. It was better than anything I had imagined many, many times since we met. Over his plush, creamy cheeks was a pair of panties made from red lace.

“How-” I cleared my throat when my voice shook with desire. “How many spanks is it going to take for you to learn your lesson?”

Keegan looked over his shoulder with a sassy smile. “How many do you have for me?”

It depends how many I can give you before I jizz my pants. I was having trouble holding it together from just the thought alone, but I shook my head clear and counted the blocks on the floor. “You failed to pick up twelve blocks, so that’s how many spanks you’re going to get.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Before I got right to it, I took the time to caress my hand over his ass, enjoying the feel of his smooth skin poking through the rough lace. Each of his cheeks fit perfectly in my palm. I squeezed his flesh gently, and Keegan moaned beneath me. He pushed his groin against my thigh, pressing his hip into my hard cock with perfect friction. My eyes tried to disappear into my skull again, but I forced them forward. I didn’t want to miss a thing. Besides, it was time to take control of the situation.

I raised my hand and dropped it onto his flesh with a crack. Keegan’s head tipped back and he moaned at the ceiling, and another one followed when I slapped his other cheek. He seemed to be fine with the force, so I gave each cheek another crack before stopping to admire my work.

Keegan’s skin was growing pink from the pressure, and I could make out the shapes of my long fingers. My boy whimpered beneath me as I traced along the outlines, but I knew it wasn’t from discomfort; it was from need.

I lifted my hand again, and then dropped in quick succession, covering every inch of his flesh in blush-colored welts. Keegan writhed beneath me, grinding against my hard cock and drawing a long groan from my throat.

“Two more, baby,” I announced, and my boy raised his hips, lifting his red, swollen flesh towards me, silently begging for more. I obliged, swatting his left cheek, the sound of the smack and Keegan’s pleasured cry echoing against the walls.

He keened at the last blow to his right cheek, and his skin burned as bright red as his lacy underwear. I could barely make out what was flesh and what was fabric.

“Please, Daddy…” Keegan’s voice was raw with desire as he begged, “Please touch me.”

But just as I caressed my hand across his hot flesh to rub out the burn, I realized that wasn’t what he was asking for when he rolled over onto his back. He hissed when his ass brushed against my thighs, and I gasped aloud when I got my first glimpse of his cock.

It was about five inches long, thin, and cut. His pale skin looked beautiful behind the fiery lace, as did his shaved-smooth balls. I cupped his shaft, feeling that his panties were soaked with pre-cum. My boy loved his punishment.

I closed my fingers around his length and stroked him through the lace, enjoying the roughness against my palm. But the barrier couldn’t keep his slick liquid from seeping into my skin.

Keegan’s hand clutched my bulging forearm as I pumped him. His eyes were screwed shut tightly, but his mouth stood agape, with a string of moans and whimpers escaping it.

His hips thrust up into my fist as I stroked him. His fingernails sank into my flesh. His whole body jerked, and his cock exploded in my hand, painting thick white lines onto my fingers, his undies, and his skirt.

His thin chest heaved as he caught his breath and came down from the heights of passion. His grip slowly released, leaving behind little crescent moon shapes in my skin. His eyes peeled open, though they were still unfocused as he looked at me dreamily.

“You’re perfect,” I told him, my voice thick with my own desire. Watching him get off lit my own blood on fire. His pleasure was my aphrodisiac.

“ You are, Daddy.” Keegan practically melted into a puddle on the floor, settling onto his knees in front of me. I thought he was just relaxing, but the spark in his eyes told a different story. “You made me feel so good. Can I make you feel good too?”

Before he was even finished with his sentence, my hand was on the waistband of my jeans. “Yes,” I breathed as I popped the button. The zipper was pushed down by the weight of my hard cock.

Keegan was quick to fish my flesh free from the cotton of my boxers. “Oh wow, you are perfect.” I was seven inches long, cut, and thick, and my boy was drooling over it like it was the most delicious snack he’d ever seen.

I didn’t have to invite him to take a taste. My boy leaned in and wrapped his lips around my tip. He sucked hard and flicked his tongue across my slit, lapping up the pre-cum bubbling from me.

I gripped the blanket beneath me as Keegan slid his mouth down my shaft, swallowing my flesh until it bumped the back of his throat. His pretty blue eyes locked onto mine as he glided up and down, gobbling nearly every inch of my length. Every time his lips settled around my base, he gagged slightly, making his eyes water. I wiped away the moisture so that his eye makeup didn’t run.

I pressed my fingertip to my tongue, tasting the saltiness of not only his tear, but his cum which still lingered on my skin. His flavor tingled on my taste buds and made my blood race.

Keegan pulled his lips back towards my tip and wrapped his fingers around my shaft. He pumped his fist and mouth as one, covering my flesh completely. He sucked hard and moved his hand so quickly, his blue fingernails blurred.

Pressure ballooned in my pelvis and my balls rolled and lifted. I warned, “Gonna come,” and Keegan moaned around my cock. My hips arched off the bed, burying my dick down his throat as my orgasm ripped through me. I pumped his mouth full of warm cum, which he drank greedily. He licked my sensitive flesh until it was almost too good to handle, and I guided his mouth off of my flesh.

I tipped his head back until he looked up at me with a glassy, satisfied expression. “That was incredible,” I whispered, and he nodded his agreement.

“Yes, it was.” It seemed my pleasure was his ecstasy as well. “You are so tasty, Daddy.”

I huffed a laugh and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. Needing to feel him against me, I reached to pull him into a hug, but Keegan stopped me with a hand to my chest. “Careful, I’m still sticky.”

“I’m going to get you cleaned up, and then I am going to make you lunch.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” I gave him another kiss before standing up, and pulling him to his feet. “Do I need to pick up my blocks before you clean me?”

“Nah, we’ll get them later,” I shrugged, making my boy giggle. The blocks were technically the reason all of this started. Though all I really cared about was meeting his need for punishment, which seemed to be more of a reward. And now, I planned on meeting his need for food.

I pinched his bottom as he walked out of the room in front of me, making him hiss through his teeth. Oops . One need was even more pressing than food, and I made a mental list of everything my boy required. Clean up, soothing lotion, lunch. Got it.