2. Volt #4
He hadn’t even realized how much he’d worried about it until the joy came rushing back in. “I couldn’t even contemplate it,” Volt swore. “You’re Daddy’s only baby boy. Or Daddy’s only sweet girl. Always.”
Wallace beamed, before growing more hesitant again. “So, uh, what about, uh, other domination? And kink?”
That was different, actually. Not something that always went together. He did a lot of kinky scenes with people, as a Dom and a sub, that didn’t necessarily hit his own kinks. He liked being with people and making them happy, but ultimately, it was just about doing his job well.
If that was what was important to Wallace, though, could he give up that aspect of his job? It was only five or ten percent of his work. And not particularly meaningful to him most of the time, especially if he was subbing.
And in return, he’d have his own adoring sub at his feet. Or in his lap.
His sub. His creampuff.
Maybe he could give up other kinky scenes.
Actually, hell, yeah. As soon as he thought it, he knew it was the right thing to do.
The decision felt good. It felt amazing. Like some weight had been lifted from him.
He was making something that was exclusively theirs.
“I can promise that,” he said, his voice ringing with conviction. “No other subs. No other kink. And in case it wasn’t clear, no other romance. You’re my boyfriend, and this is special between us.”
Wallace’s face lit up, and then he buried it in Volt’s shoulder. “Thank you, Daddy,” he whispered. “That’s all I wanted.”
Just hearing that word made Volt feel like he had the strength to move mountains. He wanted to revel in it. To forget about all of the complications and just get lost in his sweet boy.
This was something that he could so easily commit to. Something that would hopefully work for both of them. A little compromise on both sides, but it felt so right.
“And you’ll be all mine?” Volt asked. Even though he knew the answer, he wanted to hear it.
Fuck, he was just as desperate as Wallace to know that someone had truly chosen him. All of him, not just the fantasy in the rooms upstairs.
“Just yours,” Wallace agreed. “Your sub. Your boyfriend. Just yours, Daddy.”
Volt’s motors thrummed, revved up with nowhere to go, his fans pumping out heat. This, this, was what he’d been looking for all this time.
This miraculous, sexy man who would go on dates to the aquarium with him, talk about small business financials, and then still call him Daddy. This sweetheart who respected his career, but still begged to be his only sub.
If he could have cried, he would. “My pretty baby girl,” Volt cooed. He nuzzled up to Wallace’s ear. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.” Then he squeezed that plump, juicy ass. “I want to show you how much I need this gorgeous body of yours.”
Wallace let out a little gasp, melting into him. “Daddy!”
Volt let his hands travel everywhere he’d been imagining, sneaking under Wallace’s russet Henley. Damn, his man looked fine in casual wear.
And he would get to take it off him.
Just thinking about it made him ravenous. Wallace, all for him. His alone. Committed. Together.
He craved that intimacy, and only hoped that he could be enough for this stunning sub. One thing was for sure, though. Any moment that his boyfriend wanted to spend with him was going to get his full attention.
“Shall we take this upstairs?” Volt asked.
Not that he’d be against stroking his boy off again right here in the kitchen, but it was late, and he wanted Wallace somewhere comfortable and private.
After all of his whirling thoughts today, with how sweetly Wallace was looking up at him now, he needed a nest just for the two of them.
“Yes, Daddy,” Wallace agreed, nuzzling against Volt’s neck and driving him absolutely wild.
He loved how Wallace was becoming more confident and comfortable. And he especially loved how Wallace didn’t even try to stand up on his own, trusting Volt to scoop him up into his arms with an adorable little squeak.
The only problem was where to take him. He’d dreamed of moving a bed into his room.
Of having a reason to keep one there, just for overnights with some special person in his future.
He wasn’t confident enough to do it yet, but maybe soon?
“Would it be strange if we went to the rose room again?” he asked.
“That’s fine, Daddy.” Wallace’s arms were around his neck now, and he looked up at him adoringly. “Whatever you think is best.”
“Good boy,” he praised.
Wallace gave a happy hum followed by a yawn.
Yes, Volt should definitely tuck his busy little hamster into bed as soon as possible.
But maybe after a little playtime.
He knew it was late, but he wanted to reward his boy for being amazing.
And he wanted to reclaim their roles. To be the confident Daddy again.
To bask in Wallace’s submission. To go back to their little bubble where he had the power to wash away Wallace’s worries and bask in his creampuff’s adoring gaze as he touched all of that luscious skin and wrung another gorgeous orgasm out of his sexy baby.
But most of all, he wanted to let Wallace know how precious he was. How perfect.
Wallace was his, and he was going to treat his baby like the princess that he was.