35. Volt #5
Volt wanted to wake up every morning beside Wallace, to never let his baby girl out of his sight, but he would take any time that Wallace gave him.
He still couldn’t figure out Wallace’s thoughts, but he made his voice confident, stepping into the Daddy role.
“I’d still tell you what to wear. If I needed more ideas, we’d do a video call to look through your closet.
Then you’d send me a photo when you were wearing what I asked of you. ”
Wallace looked up at him, searching his face. There was a long pause before his voice came out soft and needy. “Yes, Daddy. Please choose all my clothes for me.”
Volt sucked in a breath, his dick instantly hardening inside his jeans. He hadn’t thought of this as one of his kinks before, more a side effect of other things he liked to do, but oh, fuck, was it now.
His mind swirled with images of Wallace.
In slinky dresses, flitting confidently across the room.
In cozy sweaters, curled up with a mug of tea.
In attractive business suits with sexy lace beneath that only Volt would know was there.
In cute pajamas that hugged his frame, making him look innocent and sweet while promising something dirty.
He cupped Wallace’s chin, pulling him in for a hungry kiss. He devoured him. Controlled him. Grabbed his hair and fucked into his mouth until Wallace was panting and whimpering, clinging to his knees.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Volt growled. “You’re going to feel me on every inch of your body, every minute of the day.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Wallace’s eyes were already hazy with lust. This was turning him on, too. “I want that. I want to feel you with me everywhere I go. And… I want you to push me a little bit. Make me wear things that I’m maybe not so sure about, but that you know are good for me.”
Volt’s breath caught again. Never had he had so many visceral human responses as he was having tonight. His chest felt warm. His pistons were primed, like he was ready to dance, but all of that energy was caught up in just looking at his precious creampuff.
He felt like he could fly away.
After all of this, Wallace still trusted him to guide him. To push him. To help him grow.
It was a priceless gift. One that maybe Volt didn’t deserve, but he was going to give it his everything. He was the Daddy, and he was going to make sure that Wallace shone with light and happiness every moment of every day.
“Fuck, pansy,” Volt exhaled. Then he patted his lap. “Come up here, darling. I’m going to make you feel so good tonight. I’m going to remind us both that you’re mine.”
Wallace scrambled eagerly to his feet, then paused, wary.
Had Volt messed something else up?
“Daddy? Are you sure you’re ready for this? There’s still a wire in your arm. And if you need more time to heal…”
Volt looked at the little bot, which still had one last forgotten electrode connected to his arm. With all of the other alerts going off, the final open panel hadn’t caught his attention, and the circuit board installation had been remarkably smooth.
He ran a few quick diagnostics, stretching out his fingers, curling them into a fist, and then rotating his elbow.
“Everything seems to be fine.” He beamed at Wallace while giving the bot a pulse of information that would send it on its way.
The bot disconnected and hopped off the bed to park itself on the desk while Volt closed his final panel. “It was just monitoring. Good as new.”
“All of you?”
“All of me,” Volt confirmed. Or at least everything that he needed right now. Oliver was working on the internet card and anything remaining would sort itself out over the next few days as his underlying programming put things to rights.
Wallace flew to him, their bodies finally united like they should always be.
Volt loved seeing Wallace on his knees, but his baby boy truly belonged in his lap, where he could squish him close and run his hands over every one of those delicious curves.
Wallace melted into him, wrapping his arms and legs around Volt’s torso, like he couldn’t get close enough. Volt couldn’t get enough of touching him in return. Kissing down that soft, exposed shoulder. Tracing that sensuous spine. Squeezing that voluptuous ass.
He needed. Desperately. Needed to make Wallace fall apart, again and again. Reclaiming what was his.
“Daddy,” Wallace whispered against his ear, breathy and panting. “Can I ask for something?”
Volt nipped at the smooth column of his baby girl’s freshly shaved neck. “Anything,” he promised. “Anything you want.”
“Daddy, I want to worship your body. And I want you to let me.”
Volt froze for a moment. He wanted to give Wallace everything in the world… but this still felt a little uncomfortable. Unknowable. Outside of his control.
The idea of it was sexy, but there was a part of him that still didn’t understand his own body and why it responded the way it did. A part of him that was, maybe, afraid to feel too much pleasure. Afraid to take too much of his attention off of Wallace’s lovely body and turn it toward himself.
But he’d also made a promise to himself.
Tonight he was being vulnerable.
He was letting Wallace in.
And part of being Wallace’s Daddy meant rewarding his bravery in asking for what he wanted. Letting Wallace explore all of his fantasies.
Even if that fantasy was worshiping Volt’s body while he relaxed and accepted it.
“Alright, pansy,” he agreed, hoping he wasn’t tensing up. “My body is yours.”