11. Reece
Reece
The grocery store was a hive of Saturday morning chaos, a symphony of clattering carts, chattering voices, and the occasional beep of a scanner at the checkout lanes.
“Bleep! Bleep! Bloop!” Reece giggled as he tuned into the checkout sounds and made a game of replicating the sounds.
Reece maneuvered his cart down the canned goods aisle, the wheels squeaking faintly against the polished floor. He’d woken up with a plan to stock up for the week… some soup, pasta, his favorite sugary cereal for treat time. But his mind kept drifting to Faustino.
It had been less than a day since their nap at Bubble Palace, his strong arms cradling him as he drifted off to sleep and everything else that came before it.
Of course, there was also the fact that the pair of them had gotten much closer in Faustino’s SUV afterward too – even the thought of it was making Reece feel all tingly as he picked out a bunch of bananas for his cart.
This is moving quickly.
But I’m okay with that.
Faustino’s… different. And so freakin’ hot…
Reece reached for a can of tomato soup, his fingers brushing the cool metal, when a sudden chill prickled the back of his neck like someone’s eyes were laser focused onto him from behind.
Reece turned his head, casual at first, pretending to scan the shelf behind him.
There he was, lurking, a man in a dark suit, standing at the end of the aisle, holding a magazine he super-obviously wasn’t reading.
His face was half-hidden under a low-brimmed hat, but Reece made out a jagged scar on his neck.
This wasn’t good. It might have just been a vibe, but something was very wrong about this.
“I… don’t… like… this,” Reece muttered under his breath, adrenalin coursing over him.
Reece swallowed, tried to relax his stiff shoulders and shake it off as paranoia. He was probably imagining things after everything with Timo and Faustino’s warnings about staying alert.
Reece let out a sigh and pushed his cart around the corner into the cereal aisle, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, and grabbed a box of Rainbow Crunchies, bright, sugary, and perfect for his Little appetite.
“Don’t look back,” Reece whispered to himself, doing his best to stop his paranoia getting worse.
But Reece couldn’t resist giving a small glance behind him once more. And he was there again, lingering by the granola, trying to act natural but failing badly. Whoever this creep was, he really needed acting lessons!
Reece’s stomach twisted, and he felt his heart thumping hard and fast inside him.
This wasn’t a fluke, the man was definitely following him.
He darted down the next aisle of pasta and sauces, the shelves a blur of red jars and yellow boxes.
Reece grabbed a jar of marinara he didn’t need, his hands trembling as he tossed it into the cart, and risked another peek.
He was closer now, maybe ten feet away, pretending to study a box of spaghetti.
His dark suit looked like a cheaper version of the kind of suit that Faustino would wear, and this only added to Reece’s worries.
He didn’t know who this man was, but every fiber of him screamed danger.
Stay calm.
Don’t panic.
Act causal, and ask Daddy…
Reece’s fingers fumbled for his phone in his pocket, nearly dropping it as he typed a message to Faustino…
REECE: At grocery store. Guy in dark suit following me. Scared. What do I do, Daddy?
Reece hit send, clutching the cart’s handle so tight his knuckles whitened, and wheeled toward the checkout.
The aisles blurred past… baking goods, frozen foods… his eyes darting for any sign of him. There he was again, near the bread, his hat dipping as he turned his way.
Reece felt his phone buzz and Faustino’s reply flashing across the screen…
FAUSTINO: Get out NOW. First Uber you see, come to my hotel suite. Address incoming. Don’t wait around, don’t hesitate, but do not run. Keep it as low key as you can, boy. Daddy’s Orders.
In his panic, Reece immediately forgot about the no running part of Faustino’s message.
As he abandoned his cart mid-aisle, a few shoppers glanced his way as he speed-walked and par ran toward the exit, his sneakers squeaking on the floor, the automatic doors whooshing open as he burst into the parking lot.
A cab was loitering just outside the parking lot having moments ago dropped someone off. Reece quickly looked around for the man who had been following him and made a dash for the cab, yanking the door open and sliding into the backseat, his chest heaving.
“Drive, please, anywhere for now,” Reece said, struggling to contain his emotions. “I’ll give you the address in a second. Please, just floor it!”
“You got it, kid,” the driver replied, duly powering away and leaving the grocery store parking lot in the dust as they weaved through the city traffic at speed.
Reece could feel the sweat dripping down his back.
This wasn’t good. In fact, it was terrible.
Faustino had promised to protect him, and Reece believed him, but this was just a trip to get some groceries, and he had found himself running away from danger in every aisle.
Something had to change, and it had to change quickly…
“Wow, if this was my home, I’d never leave,” Reece said, looking in awe at the hotel suite that Faustino was currently taking residence in. “It’s so big. So much room to play. And no housemates getting in the way and stealing your ketchup!”
“Ha, yes, there is that,” Faustino smiled, shutting the door behind him. “But listen to me, we need to be serious for a moment.”
Reece stopped and took a seat on the big, elegant couch that looked out onto the floor to ceiling window that overlooked the whole city.
“I know,” Reece said, his mind suddenly right back inside the grocery store and trying to remember as much as he could about the man who was following him. “I don’t think I can remember much beyond his suit. It was like yours. But… kinda not as good.”
Reece looked at Faustino as he paced up and down. It was clear that this was troubling him, and Reece was sure that he hadn’t made it up in his head either. This was real, there was no doubting that now.
“Leave this with me,” Faustino grumbled. “I know people. Well, you know that already. But trust me, I’ll get to the bottom of this.”
With that, Faustino walked to the couch and took a seat next to Reece. As their eyes met, a spark lit between them – the same spark that occurred in the back of Faustino’s SUV.
“Kiss me,” Faustino said, leaning on the couch’s firm back. “Climb on top of me and kiss me, boy. That’s an order.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Reece said, his special place immediately lighting up and turning the heat all the way to ten. “Like this?”
Reece duly climbed onto Faustino’s lap and began to kiss his lips. Soft and quick, over and over.
“Good,” Faustino purred, his eyes wild with desire but somehow managing to control himself. “Now take your top off. And your trousers. But keep your briefs on.”
“Yes, sir,” Reece replied, wriggling and twisting as he quickly whipped his top and trousers off while just about managing to stay on Faustino’s lap. “What shall I do now?”
Reece could feel Faustino’s hard cock throbbing and flexing underneath his butt as he sat on him, his body exposed and his nipples sensitive to the touch as ever.
“Twist your nipples,” Faustino said, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling one arm out at a time before discarding the shirt on the floor beside him. “Put on a show for Daddy.”
Reece blushed but knew that when Daddy spoke, it was his duty to follow…
“Like this?” Reece asked, his entire body electrified as he cupped his breast and began to pull and twist on his nipple for a delighted Faustino.
Faustino nodded and bumped his rock-hard crotch upward to show his approval – and to encourage Reece onward…
“ Mmmm , how about now?” Reece asked once more.
As Reece gripped and turned his other nipple, his spare hand strayed inside his briefs and began to work his erect cock.
Reece continued to put on a show for Faustino, all the while sitting on his lap and watching with delight as his Daddy hungrily took in the sights and sounds that he was making all for him.
Then, with his briefs half-off and his cock throbbing, Faustino pushed Reece off his lap and as quick as a flash was towering over him as he got off the couch too.
“Did I do something wrong, Daddy?” Reece asked, his breathing heavy.
“No. But now it’s my turn to show you what I can do,” Faustino said, unbuckling his belt and sliding both his trousers and trunks off in one motion to reveal his fully erect, menacingly big cock in all its glory. “Briefs off. Don’t make me tear them off you, boy.”
Reece gasped at the lustful ferocity in Faustino’s voice.
Things may have gone from zero to a hundred very quickly, but Reece had a feeling that his moment of passion with Faustino was only just beginning…