36. Wallace
Wallace
Wallace snuggled against his Daddy for a minute longer, soaking in the warmth of his arms and the strength of his chest. Reveling in the kisses and nips that Daddy traced across his shoulder.
Knowing that he was the center of Daddy’s world.
He’d been scared going into their confrontation, even when he was so angry and hurt. He hated conflict, some instinctive part of him still worried that Daddy would lash out or belittle him. That disagreement would be punished by disappointment, condescension, or freezing him out.
But he’d stated what he needed, challenged Volt on what he thought was right, and now he felt closer than ever.
It hurt his heart that Volt had been worried that he would leave. It seemed impossible to contemplate—why would he leave the best thing that had ever happened to him?—but Daddy had taught him that sometimes fear wasn’t rational.
All it meant was that he needed to work harder to show Daddy that he wasn’t going anywhere. That he was here to stay.
That Daddy had shaped him into the confident person who he was today… and that he still needed his Daddy’s guidance and devotion more than ever.
And right now, he wanted to show that.
He slid off Daddy’s lap and took a step backward.
Daddy looked pained for a moment, almost scared.
Wallace had seen it before, the fear that Daddy had of his own body.
The desire to turn all of his arousal outward, toward Wallace.
Maybe some of it was the Daddy kink—that Daddy derived his pleasure from Wallace’s pleasure—but Wallace had seen, in the few brief times when he was allowed to touch, how good his Daddy could feel when he finally let go.
He wanted to give his Daddy that tonight. Wanted to see him floating in a haze of pleasure. Wanted to confirm that his Daddy was alive and whole and safe.
Wallace took another step back, then made his voice as confident as he could as he struck a pose with one hand on his hip, his sweater dress slipping even farther off his shoulder.
“Look, but don’t touch, Daddy.” Somehow, it came out sounding flirty and suggestive.
He couldn’t believe he sounded that way.
Daddy’s eyes widened. His lips shaped the word fuck without a sound.
Wallace fought back a loopy grin.
A tiny corner of his mind screamed at him that this was a bad idea. That he was fat. Unattractive. A short, ugly man dressing up in women’s clothing and not fooling anyone.
But he knew that Daddy didn’t see him like that. Daddy thought he was beautiful. Daddy’s thick cock was already tracing a visible line in his jeans just from looking at him.
Gathering his courage, Wallace ran his hands down his own chubby chest and plump belly, hoping that he looked as seductive as he wanted to feel.
He had no idea how to do a strip tease, unlike Daddy who was unintentionally sexy every time he moved. He was probably doing it all wrong.
But Daddy’s expression was everything he’d hoped for.
“Am I pretty, Daddy?” he asked, stroking the soft fabric of his sweater and reveling in how it felt against the skin beneath.
“Fucking gorgeous.” Daddy’s eyes followed his hands like he was watching something sacred.
Wallace dragged his fingertips upward in wavy lines until he reached his nipples. He circled them with two fingers on each side, moaning at the contact.
“Creampuff…” Daddy exhaled.
Wallace pinched his nipples, gasping at the touch of pain.
It didn’t feel as good as when Daddy did it, but there was something exhilarating about Daddy watching him so intently. A hidden power that he hadn’t known was his before.
“Do you know why I’m pretty, Daddy?” He twisted his nips again, letting his head roll back as the sensation hit.
“Because everything about you is gorgeous, inside and out.”
“Mmmm…” Wallace hummed, feeling the power buzzing in his veins as he met Daddy’s eyes. “I’m pretty because you see me that way. Because you showed me that I could be beautiful. Because you figured out what I needed before I knew it myself, and you gave me the courage to find it.”
It was all true, and he hoped Daddy could see how much he meant it. Everything that he’d become this year, every ounce of courage and pint of happiness, was because of Volt.
Feeling empowered, and a little naughty, he slipped his hands under his sweater dress and hooked them into the waist of his yoga pants, pressing them downward until they dropped to the floor.
Daddy’s fists clenched on his knees, like he was holding himself back from tearing across the room and taking Wallace right then and there.
It was a heady feeling, having all of that desire aimed at him. To know that he, dumpy, shy Wallace Wollencroft, was making his Daddy lose control.
So Wallace gathered up his courage and took off his sweater dress. There was no finesse to it, nothing sexy and cute, but he was standing mostly naked in front of his Daddy, and he’d been the one to make that choice.
There he was, fat and exposed, with red marks that would be digging into his belly just above the line of his silky red panties.
“Pansy,” Daddy gasped.
God, he was really doing this. And Daddy loved it. Loved him.
Now he just had to remind his Daddy that it went both ways.
“Do you remember, Daddy, that first night when we were together? You asked for three things, and one was to see me naked. I was terrified, then. Scared of my own body. Afraid that you would take one look at me and laugh. Maybe kick me out of the room.”
Daddy shook his head. “I would never laugh at you, baby. You enchant me.”
Wallace ran his hands down his naked belly, letting one skirt his dripping cocklet without quite touching it. “I know that now, Daddy. My comfort with my own body is a gift that you’ve given me. One of the thousands of reasons that I love you.”
Daddy opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
“Take off your clothes,” Wallace demanded. He’d never ordered anything like that before, and the commanding words felt foreign coming out of his mouth.
He didn’t want to be in charge, not truly, but he did want his Daddy naked.
The worship had been a fantasy since that first night, when he’d sucked on Daddy’s tight, meaty nipples. All he wanted was for his Daddy to feel a tiny fraction of how good Daddy made him feel every day.
Daddy didn’t move, maybe thinking it was as weird to receive the command as it was for Wallace to give it.
Or maybe still unsure about being touched.
“Color, Daddy?” Wallace asked.
Volt moved slowly, picking at the edge of his shirt. “Green, creampuff.”
Wallace raised an eyebrow.
“Maybe light green? I want this, really I do. The idea of you worshipping me is really hot.”
Wallace nodded, though he wasn’t sure what to do with a light green. Shit, there was a lot of responsibility being in charge. He would happily never take on this role again.
It was tempting to just go back to what they always did—letting Daddy take control of his body and lead him on a path to infinite pleasure. He knew that they would both enjoy it.
But Wallace wanted to make a statement. It tore his heart thinking that Daddy had been so worried that he would leave. That Daddy cared so much about their relationship that he’d put himself in danger trying to protect it.
Wallace needed to let Daddy know how much he treasured him.
He needed Daddy to see that he was honored and fulfilled every time he got to submit, but they were still equals who could take care of each other.
And, honestly, he wanted to see his Daddy fall apart in pleasure. He wanted to worship all of those tawny muscles with his tongue, to feel Daddy moan and writhe at his touch.
“What if we… take things slowly, then?” Wallace asked. “And you can safeword! But… will you take off your clothes? Please? Daddy? I want to see you. I need to touch you and know that you’re still here. I just… please, Daddy? For me?”
Wallace could see the flare in Daddy’s eyes. That was how he should have asked before. Not commanding, but begging. Desperate. Submissive. Like he was.
“Of course, baby girl,” Daddy cooed back. “Whatever you want.”
Daddy stripped off his shirt, then his jeans, in two quick motions. Because of his programming, the simple act was more sensuous than anything that Wallace had done in his own attempted strip tease, but Wallace knew that wasn’t the point.
Wallace only watched Daddy’s face, letting him see his need and adoration. “Thank you, Daddy,” Wallace whispered. “Thank you for letting me worship you.”
Still feeling that mix of confident and vulnerable, he swayed his hips as he walked across the room. Daddy’s eyes burned into him. He grabbed the pillow and dropped it to the floor between Daddy’s legs.
Then he knelt down until his lips touched the bridge of Daddy’s foot.
He could hear Daddy gasp above him.
He started by licking across the top of Daddy’s foot, luxuriating over each vein and muscle.
Daddy had gorgeous feet, large enough to be manly and strong without being too big.
Yes, Wallace knew that they’d been engineered in Orbit’s lab to some algorithm of human aesthetics, but Wallace could still enjoy their shape.
He could lap up the unique taste of Daddy’s skin, that was so close to human and also something more.
He let himself moan, sinking into the act of worship. He traced the inside ankle, licking around that perfect jut of bone, then marked a path to the other side.
And fuck, Daddy’s toes. Long and thick, perfect for suckling. Rising, he lifted Daddy’s foot and met Daddy’s eyes as he sucked the big toe into his mouth.
Daddy’s groan rose from somewhere deep in his chest. His eyes blinked closed, like the pleasure was too much, then he forced them back open as if he didn’t want to miss an instant.
Wallace hid a smile of victory. This was what his Daddy needed, and he was the one who could provide it.