Chapter 18
Grizzly
It wasn't every day that my front porch was covered in packages. In fact, I couldn’t recall an instance when that had happened before. I bought things from time to time, sure, and on the rare occasion that I needed multiples of something, it was usually office related.
But my house wasn’t the place for a pile to be.
That's why when I saw all the boxes lined up with just enough room to get to my front door, I grew suspicious. When I checked them, my name was on the label, though the place it came from wasn't anywhere that I knew.
I got my door open, then decided it was best to just take them all inside. Worst case scenario, they were delivered to the wrong person. But also, I didn't know anyone named Grizzly Thorson in the area, especially not anyone with my address.
It took a few minutes to get it all inside. Thankfully, none of them were extremely heavy. Once I had them spaced out around my living room, I stood with my hands on my hips staring at them.
What could this all be? How did it get here?
I grabbed my box cutter from the kitchen, then sat in front of one of the smaller boxes. Some people preferred to open big to little because they wanted to see what was so grand first. I preferred starting smaller and working my way up.
I cut through the tape, and I was about to pop the lids open when there was banging at my front door. I startled so much, the box cutter flew out of my hand towards one of the stacks I set beside the couch. Pressing a hand to my chest, I quickly climbed up to see who needed me so urgently.
When I opened the door, Daddy stood there, hands on his knees, as he sucked in breaths.
"Baby," he said. "Am I too late?"
I bit my lip. "Too late for what, Daddy? I didn't know you were coming."
"Your presents," he said, looking past me to where the boxes were stacked up.
"Presents?" My voice hitched.
It had been so long since anyone had truly given me presents. I could barely remember a time when my parents did. And though I had Monty and other friends, it wasn't their job to spoil me. It wasn't anyone's job, really.
Daddy smiled. "Yes, baby, presents. I thought of you and wanted to get some things, but I couldn't have it delivered to my house because my pops is extremely nosy."
I nodded quickly, even though I hadn’t really met the man yet.
Daddy had alluded to as much in our conversations.
His father was involved in his life in every aspect, even going so far as to know he was a Daddy.
I still wasn't sure if he knew I was his Little, though, and that could be a complication.
Shaking my head to clear the worry, I moved to the side so Daddy could come in. "I just opened the first one, but I didn't see anything because you startled me."
He rose on his tip toes and pressed a kiss to my forehead, then moved us over to the open box. Lifting it up, he placed it on one of the stacks and motioned for me to come over. "Go ahead, look inside. All of this is for you. We can open in any order you like."
I was happy to know he wasn't going to force me to open things a certain way.
I would have if it was necessary, but again, I preferred my method.
Moving the packaging paper aside revealed two small penguins.
They were stuffed, and when I lifted them up, they had a little more weight to them than I expected.
One was blue, the other pink. They had cute little eyes and beaks, and their little flappy arms were tiny.
"They're adorable, Daddy. I love them."
"I knew I had to get them the minute I saw them. They were a cute pair, kind of like us."
I giggled, holding up the blue one and the pink one on the sides of his head, then smushing them to his cheeks. "Yeah, Daddy, just like us. Spittin’ image."
He smiled, despite having his face crushed by the stuffed animals. I pulled them back down to my chest and hugged them tightly. They would fit in perfectly with my collection.
Daddy moved the box and trash away, then spread his arms wide. "Which one's next?"
Bit by bit, we worked through the boxes. There was everything from clothing to a weighted blanket to accessories. Unsurprisingly, there wasn't anything that I didn't feel comfortable with.
The bottle and pacifier situation were my limit.
I loved having something in my mouth all the time.
It was a compulsive habit. It used to be that I could chew gum or suck on a lollipop, but after a few rough dentist visits, I changed my ways.
So now it was my thumb, or as Daddy had arranged it, a pacifier.
My mind drifted to other things I could suck, my cock plumping at the thought. We hadn't discussed anything yet, but maybe we could take that next step soon. We could connect in a different way.
Once we finished going through all the boxes, I looked around my living room noting just how chaotic it was. There were items on every available surface, with empty boxes piled around.
Daddy had found my box cutter in the shuffle, and after a scolding about being more careful with it, had put it away. I didn't mind getting in trouble for something that had to do with my safety. It appeased the Little in me. Big me didn't mind either.
Daddy had outdone himself.
Of everything I had, my favorites were the weighted blanket and the onesie that he’d purchased. The onesie was blue with white clouds all over it. It was soft to the touch, and I couldn’t wait to put it on.
Bedtime needed to hurry up!
"What are you thinking about, baby?" Daddy said, wrapping his arms around me from behind and burrowing against my neck.
I sighed, sinking into him. I felt like the little spoon. It was the best feeling. "I'm just thinking about how happy I am. You didn't have to get all this."
Daddy spun me around, his hands gripping my waist. "Baby, I don't need to do anything.
I wanted to. Seeing you smile and hearing you laugh are the best things in the world.
I want to experience it every damn day. And if that means buying new things, then great.
I'm not sure if you're aware, or if you even looked it up, but I have plenty of money to take care of things. With the draft coming up, I’ll have more.
Let me do this. I've been fiscally responsible my whole life.
If I let loose now because of you, then it is absolutely worth it. "
I blushed, tucking my head against his shoulder.
Anyone watching probably would have thought our size difference was hilarious.
What was this big, muscular guy doing, burying himself in a younger hot super athletic looking guy?
The truth of the matter was we were evenly matched in our desires, and our size had nothing to do with it. Not in that way.
Daddy held me for a few minutes, then pushed back. His eyes shone brightly as his hands cupped my cheeks. "I will spoil you endlessly, baby, because you deserve it. Plus, I want you to know how much I care. Think of it as a love language."
My heart skipped a beat at the use of the word love.
Did I love Paxton Wells? I wasn't sure yet.
I knew I cared deeply for him. That allowing him to be my Daddy and taking these steps with him was a big deal.
I knew that being around him made me happier than I'd ever been. I knew I wanted a future with him.
I guess that meant I was either falling or I had fallen without realizing it.
The notion of a future with him brought back the thoughts about more. We hadn't even kissed yet! Was he waiting on a sign from me? Was he using my reactions as cues to what came next?
If so, I needed to be brave. I needed to take what I wanted.
I took a deep breath, then leaned forward until my lips pressed against Daddy's. He was still for a single second, and then it was as if flames erupted through my body. One hand stayed cupping my face as the other wrapped around me, pulling me closer.
Daddy groaned, deepening the kiss. His passion flowed through me, making me squirm. I thrust forward, desperate for more of him.
When his tongue trailed along my lips, I opened. I wanted him to devour me, to breathe me in, and mold me into something new. Every second we were connected was electric. His hands roamed over my body, and I was helpless.
Cock hard and aching, muscles tight, mind gone.
Daddy had me. He could do whatever he wanted.
He pulled his mouth free to trail kisses down my jaw and neck. I whimpered, wanting his mouth on mine, wanting more of his breath. At the same time, his hands roamed over me, squeezing and rubbing. It initially felt good. How could it not? But then reality stepped in.
Without his mouth as a distraction, I felt self-conscious.
I never really had a partner compliment me this way.
They never said that they liked my size or my body.
Even some potential dates had said I was too fat, despite my size being based on muscle.
Body shaming someone you wanted to date was stupid, and even just thinking about those times sent me in the opposite direction of where I'd been heading.
Every ounce of arousal in me died as my body locked up.
Daddy pulled away, his face dipped in a frown. "What's wrong, baby?"
I bit my lip and shook my head. Words didn't come. I was too embarrassed, too frustrated. I finally got a chance to be intimate with him in some way, and I blew it by getting in my head.
Daddy pulled me over to the couch. He moved items out of the way enough for us to be able to sit down. With me tucked into his side, he pressed kisses to my forehead and temple. "I think my baby might have gotten distracted."
I bobbed my head slowly.
"And maybe my baby was thinking about his body and what it felt like as I touched him."
A brief moment of arousal came when I thought of his hands on me again. I didn't respond because there wasn't a way to answer without talking. My voice had left me. There was nothing I could say to explain it.
It was foolish of me to think Daddy wouldn't catch on. His finger went under my chin, tipping my face up to look at him.
"Your body is beautiful, baby. Every single inch of you is magnificent, and I adore you. These muscles are gorgeous. They were hard-earned. This beard is fucking thick and feels great against my face when I kiss you. Your thighs and ass would be worshiped daily if given the chance."
I swallowed thickly. His praise, his admiration of me, shocked me. It didn't make sense. I didn't want to believe him.
Daddy must have seen the doubt in my eyes because his face shifted into an expression of resolve. "You don't believe me." He paused for a second as if waiting for me to reply. When I didn't, he said, "That's okay. With your consent, I would like to show you."
My eyes widened as I slowly moved my head up and down, giving him what he asked for.
"Oh, baby," he said.