9. Wallace
Wallace
Wallace stood in the bathroom, looking at the bag. He’d known what was inside from the moment he’d seen it, but he’d been trying to pretend that he hadn’t.
It was one of those stores that only sold one thing. And it had just been sitting innocently underneath their chairs through the whole concert.
Now he’d taken a shower and cleaned himself very thoroughly now that he’d researched how that worked. He wanted to be ready for anything that Daddy wanted.
This was the moment.
He was really going to do it.
He was going to put on pretty, sexy lingerie that his boyfriend had bought him because he wanted to, and because he was allowed to want it.
Any moment now.
That’s what he was going to do.
He dried his hair again, since it was dripping onto his shoulders.
The bag was still sitting there, in matte black with shimmering gold letters. He could see a hint of white tissue paper poking out of the top.
Daddy bought this for you, he told himself. Daddy wants to see you in it.
He latched his finger around the handle.
You’ve already done this before. You can wear anything you want.
It still just felt… really big.
Bigger than the new casual wear he’d tried out last weekend. Bigger than the first time he’d tried it, in a way, because last time Daddy had told him what to do and all he’d had to do was obey.
This time, he was doing it by himself.
He also wanted to look good. He wanted to be as cute and sexy as he was in his imagination, where he weighed about a billion pounds less, and was taller, and maybe a bit more muscular but in a cute way where…
Yeah, not gonna happen.
A knock came at the door.
“Eep!” That was definitely not supposed to have come out of his mouth.
He could hear Volt’s rich chuckle through the wood. “Do you need me to come in there and help you, little hamster?”
“No, Daddy,” he answered, a shiver racing through his body.
He knew exactly what would happen if Volt came in there right now. There was a good chance the clothing would never make it onto his body. Daddy would just press him up against the wall, maybe take him back into the shower with the warm water pouring over them both, and then…
“I’m impatient for my present,” Volt told him.
“I thought this was my present,” he called back through the door.
“The lingerie is your present. Taking it off of you is my present.”
Fuck. How did Daddy just say things like that? All it took was a couple sentences, and all his anxiety was replaced by sheer lust.
Okay. He could do this.
Volt wanted him.
He reached into the bag and pulled out something silky and lacy, the smooth fabric tumbling over his fingers like a waterfall. It took him a moment to sort it out, but he could see that it was a two-piece set in a dark, shimmery blue.
It was definitely… pretty wide. And soft. And very lacy.
There was no pretending that this was anything but lingerie, meant to seduce and entice.
He pulled the top over his head, nearly moaning when it slithered over his skin. It was just so soft. They didn’t make anything this soft in menswear.
The dark, shimmery blue came down to just cover his belly button, floating around his middle. The shoulder straps were made of stretchy lace, which formed a deep V at his chest, giving him the suggestion of breasts that he didn’t have.
That left only the panties, which he pulled slowly up his hairy legs.
There was something that he kind of liked about the contrast, masculine and feminine at the same time.
But he wondered even more what it would be like to shave his legs. To have them silky smooth to the touch.
It was so enticingly forbidden. Something he felt like he shouldn’t be allowed to do. Something hidden and naughty, embarrassing if anyone found out… but so arousing to think about, secretly under his clothing.
Maybe one day he’d gather up his courage and just do it.
He settled the panties around his waist, letting the little scrap of fabric in the back nestle into his crevice. These panties did not cover a lot. His cock was already starting to chub up, so he tilted it upward, where it was only going to grow.
He looked in the mirror and… fuck. He looked obscene. The lace over his dick showed much more than it revealed. The flowy camisole didn’t even attempt to hide it.
His pulse sounded in his ears, and he wasn’t sure how much was from fear and how much was excitement but… He liked it. Maybe it was wrong, but he really, really liked it.
He looked sexy. Feminine.
Still fat. But… attractive?
Now he just had to hope that Daddy would think so, too.
He made a few faces in the mirror, trying to figure out how to look cute. That only made him scowl, though.
He was terrible at this.
“Creampuff?” Volt asked.
Wallace drew in a deep breath. At least Daddy had left a fluffy, white bathrobe in the bathroom, and Wallace could see that it would be plenty big to hide everything.
Wallace drew the robe over his shoulders and belted it at the waist, feeling a thousand times better now that he wasn’t completely on display.
Though he could still feel the satin and lace across all of his most sensitive areas. So smooth and seductive.
Like a present waiting to be unwrapped.
God, he really hoped Volt liked it.
He stepped out of the bathroom, freezing as Volt’s eyes swept hungrily over him, but then he blinked in shock. The room had been transformed.
He’d expected to be ravished, but this was something else.
Fairy lights hung from the ceiling casting a warm glow over the dim room.
The cozy chair had been turned and had a little footstool just below it.
A huge mirror rested on the back of the little table, reflecting the profusion of beauty products spread across the pink velvet that was now draped over the top.
And a cozy pink blanket was now folded across the familiar bed.
“What’s going on?” Wallace asked.
“Spa night.” Volt’s eyes glistened in the mellow light.
“For me?” Wallace asked, even though he already knew the answer. He could feel heat prickling at the corners of his eyes.
It was just… how did Daddy always know what he wanted before he said it?
He could barely contemplate shaving his legs, and Daddy had every pink and pretty fantasy splayed out on that table.
Nail polish. Lipsticks. Flat rectangular cases that he knew would hold little palettes of color and tiny brushes, even if he didn’t understand quite how to use them.
“Of course, for you. Tonight I get to pamper my princess.”
He was not going to cry. He was not.
“Sit down, sexy.”
Wallace awkwardly crossed the room and sank into the chair. He was practically naked, while Daddy was still wearing his tux from the theater, but with the collar opened, so he looked both commanding and sinfully sexy.
Wallace looked up at Daddy, elated and nervous beyond his wildest dreams. Was Daddy going to put that makeup on him? What would he look like? What would it feel like to have it brushed across his face?
“Fuck,” Volt murmured, sounding awed. “How are you even real?”
Wallace was kind of thinking the same thing. What kind of man set up a spa night for his boyfriend? How was this even his life?
“What do I do?” he asked, his heart breaking and open, like all the gorgeous emotions he was feeling right now couldn’t fit inside, but he knew Daddy would hold them for him.
“Mmmm…” Volt purred. “You don’t have to do anything, baby. Just close your eyes and relax. I’ll let you know when it’s time to pick out the colors for your nails.”
Wallace sucked in his breath. He couldn’t just go around wearing nail polish where anyone could see him. “Maybe… clear?” he ventured.
Volt sank to the stool between Wallace’s knees, then pulled one of Wallace’s feet into his lap. “Clear for your fingers,” he agreed. “But what does my pretty princess want for her toes?”
He started massaging Wallace’s foot, and it went so far beyond amazing that Wallace couldn’t even speak. It wasn’t just the relaxing pressure, though Volt was clearly an expert in the art.
Wallace felt adored. Treasured. Small and sexy, and so, so damned lucky.
His body started to relax, but his cock was hard and aching under its satiny cover, and every nerve was attuned to Daddy’s touch.
If he was supposed to escape this evening without falling hopelessly in love, he was completely screwed.
He opened his mouth to answer, but only a sniffling little sob came out.
Volt looked up sharply, but Wallace shook his head. “Sorry. I’m f-fine. Oh god, I’m… Pink, please, Daddy?” He could feel the tears rolling down his cheeks.
Volt was perfect. Volt was everything.
Volt’s expression shifted from worry to awe. “Baby…” he whispered reverently, before lifting Wallace’s foot to press a tender kiss to his insole. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
They just stared at each other for a few minutes, communicating something that went so far beyond words. Like their hearts were singing to each other.
Wallace was crying and vulnerable, yet bubbling with joy. Daddy was holding him as carefully as a soap bubble, looking like he’d never seen anything more perfect.
If this was a dream, Wallace never wanted it to end.
Daddy finally broke the spell, reaching over to the table to grab a few of the bottles. “Which pink?” he whispered.
Wallace looked over the range, from maroon to fuchsia to bubble gum to just the palest tinge of color. He had no idea. “Can you pick, Daddy?”
Volt’s smile widened, his emerald eyes hungry. “God, you don’t know what you do to me, baby girl. Do you want Daddy to pick everything tonight?”
“Yes, please, Daddy.” Just saying the words felt like a current, pulling him under. This wasn’t just taking advice from someone more experienced, but putting himself under Daddy’s control. Putting everything of himself in Daddy’s hands.
Volt’s voice deepened. “Close your eyes, baby girl. Let Daddy take care of you.”
Wallace shivered, the words striking something deep inside him.
He obeyed, of course, eager to please his Daddy. But as he relaxed into the intimate massage, he couldn’t keep his eyes closed.