38. Volt #4
Volt didn’t think it was possible for his smile to grow wider, but he could feel it splitting his face. He’d known this was special for him, but hadn’t realized that Wallace would feel it, too.
“Yeah, creampuff. I don’t think I’d realized how much I needed this.
” He debated sharing the next part, but he was over having secrets.
He trusted Wallace with everything he had, so he had to believe that this wouldn’t be weird.
“It’s, um, actually the inspiration for my name.
It was a new feature on the market when I was created. So I guess it’s kind of my thing.”
Most days he didn’t think about his name. It was just what it was. A way to get his attention. The word he used when introducing himself or filling out paperwork.
But when he really thought about it, sometimes it felt a little too on-the-nose. He was a sexbot designed for electrostim play, and some marketing team had named him Volt. It was like the single word defined him, stripping him bare and proclaiming his role in society with a single syllable.
Wallace turned his head, so they could look at each other, their breaths mingling. “So you were born for this,” he whispered. “This is who you are. My Daddy who can join our bodies together in a single golden loop. When you touch me like that, when you share your electricity, you shine.”
Somehow, when Wallace said it like that, it felt exactly right.
He wasn’t created with a new feature to serve a customer, but born to be Wallace’s Daddy and bring him soaring to new heights.
Not identified by his name, but by the way that he could bring the two of them closer as he shared a special part of himself.
“Yeah,” he agreed in wonderment. “I guess this is who I am.” Maybe it was all based on a novelty feature that would generate more sales for Orbit, but it was his, now. Something that he could own. That made him who he was.
“Maybe this sounds silly,” Wallace told him, “but this whole time, all I could think of was that electricity is kind of like… your blood, maybe. It flows through you, and it keeps you alive. So it felt like you were letting this life-giving force from your body circulate through mine. Does that make sense? It felt amazing, of course—God, did that feel good—but mostly it made me feel really close to you.”
Volt was absolutely not going to cry again today, but he still buried his face in Wallace’s shoulder. None of that sounded silly at all. If Wallace felt all of that…
“Daddy, I love you so much,” Wallace whispered into his neck. “Thank you for sharing that with me.”
Alright, so he was crying again, the hot droplets trailing down his face and onto the pillow. Wallace’s hands continued to trace slow patterns across his back, sensuous and comforting, all at once.
Damn did Volt need those hands on him. After everything that had happened in the last few days—the horror of the mod, the fear of Wallace leaving him, the vulnerability of sharing himself—he needed a moment to take it all in. Because he’d been met at every turn with so much love.
Wallace’s love was like an ocean, so deep and all-encompassing that he could never reach the bottom or even see the horizon.
Wallace saw him. Wallace knew all of his secrets now. His fears. His weaknesses.
And apparently his strengths, too. Strengths that he hadn’t realized he had.
Wallace saw all of him and still did him the honor of calling him Daddy. His creampuff had practically begged for a new set of rules, a way to deepen his submission and reinforce their bond. It was going to be hot dressing his pretty baby every day, but it meant so much more than that.
Volt didn’t just want to be a Daddy in the bedroom.
He wanted that tender control over Wallace’s core needs.
He wanted Wallace to feel his ownership as he moved through the day, making his submission both as commonplace and as essential as breathing.
In fact, maybe they should keep their rules about bedtime and meals. Even the photos.
He wanted to feel the rush of satisfaction every time Wallace completed a task and feel the heady worship in Wallace’s eyes.
He wanted to mark his baby, not just with the beautiful teeth-shaped bruises along his neck or a reddened ass that would quickly fade.
But something enduring. Something more, even, than the clothing wrapped around Wallace’s body.
He wanted his collar wrapped around Wallace’s pretty neck.
Only now could he see how nervous he’d been about taking that step. How much he’d put it off, consciously or subconsciously.
But his brave pansy had been very clear about what he wanted. He’d only left the timing of it up to Volt, as Daddy’s prerogative.
And Volt wanted it now. He needed to claim this beautiful sub who’d given so much to him.
“Baby girl?” he asked, kissing along Wallace’s neck. He could already see bruises forming from where he’d marked him earlier. He sucked harder against one of them.
Wallace gasped. “Yes, Daddy?”
“I want you to get a pillow and kneel in the middle of the floor.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Wallace agreed. No hesitation. No questions. Just joyful, eager obedience.
Fuck. Volt couldn’t get enough of him. Of Wallace’s salty skin on his lips. Of those mewling pants Wallace released as Volt made a feast of that tender neck and voluptuous chest.
Though his creampuff giggled a moment later. “If you want me to kneel, you’ll have to get off me first.”
True.
Dammit.
He bit around Wallace’s nipple—a warning for getting smart with him, and because he needed those noises Wallace was making—and soothed it with his tongue, then slid off the bed.
Wallace gave him an adoring grin, then got up himself, snagging a pillow and dropping it to the floor.
He sank down clumsily—Volt had no interest in training him into some high protocol maneuver that would make him more graceful—and laid his open hands on each knee.
He straightened his back and tilted his head down.
He was stunning.
So proud and sure in his submission. So free with sharing his naked body with his Dom to do with as he pleased.