Chapter 2 #2
Feeling too uncomfortable in jeans, I pushed them down and kicked them off. Then I hauled my tee over my head too.
Jordan chewed on the corner of his lip while failing to be discreet with his side-eye.
This was gonna be fun.
“Start reading the first list, li’l popcorn,” I said, patting my thigh.
He took the hint and quickly crawled up to sit sideways across my lap.
I loved how eager he was and that he seemed to thrive on touch.
If Nathan gave me another chance, we could wreck this boy together.
I was sure of it. I pictured us together every day now, it seemed.
The possibilities. Uniting our kinks—bondage, pain, our dominance, Nate’s love for obedience, my love for hell-raising under the Daddy/brat umbrella…
And humiliation, which I knew Nate had fantasized about a great deal.
“Okay, so this is the list of snacks you asked me to write down,” he said. “I couldn’t decide between PB and J sandwiches and Nutella and banana, so they both went on the list. With crusts cut off, of course.”
“Of course,” I echoed. “And these are the snacks you like when you come home from work, right?”
“Yes, Sir. I made a separate list for my favorite breakfasts.”
“Perfect.” With our being neighbors, I thought this would be a great way to stay in touch outside of playtime.
When family life took precedence, I still wanted to show Jordan he was on my mind, and texting wasn’t always good enough.
But by sending over a snack with a note or ordering him breakfast here and there, I hoped he’d feel my care.
That was important to me. And snacks and breakfasts were meals Jordan and James didn’t have together, for the most part. At least not during the workweek.
“I also love sourdough crackers with garlic hummus, popcorn, grapes—the really big seedless ones—baby carrots, mini muffins, and Bagel Bites.”
I smiled and undid the little flap at the bottom of his onesie. “I’m a sucker for Bagel Bites too. And those sourdough crackers sound good. Do you have a favorite brand?”
“I’ll send you all the screenshots,” he promised me.
Then he startled a little when I snuck a hand underneath the fabric to feel his bottom.
All smooth, small, and perfect. Fuck me, I couldn’t wait to see it marked with bruises and welts.
“Um, last but not least, milk and cereal, but that would be difficult for you to send me.”
Nonsense. I could easily put together a little package of those fun-sized boxes of cereal, a single-serving milk container, maybe a fruit, and a note about how much Daddy missed his secret places.
“Make sure to add your favorite cereals too, just in case,” I said.
“Yes, Sir. Breakfast list now?”
“Sounds good.” I undid a couple buttons on the front next, by his stomach.
He shifted on me and swallowed. “For breakfast—if I have work—I eat something light, ’cause we usually have craft services on location.
So, like, again, milk and cereal—or a bran muffin or a yogurt with berries…
Stuff like that. But if I don’t have work till way later, or if I’m off that day, I will almost murder for waffles and pancakes and a sausage egg McMuffin and bacon and… That’s distracting, Daddy.”
I inhaled deeply and stroked his soft, toned stomach. “I think you can manage.”
James should be here any moment.
“This is how Sadists set sweet, innocent boys up to fail,” the brat insisted.
Yet, he willingly and rapidly gave me all the access when I leaned in and started kissing his neck.
“Hnngh. For the record, why can’t Daddies have homework?
I wanna know your favorites too. How else can I surprise you and stuffs? ”
I smiled and trapped his earlobe between my teeth. That was a ticklish spot for him, I’d discovered.
He giggled and squirmed.
“I can give you a list,” I offered. “You ready to write it down?”
“Gosh—okay.” He hurriedly grabbed his pen. “I’m ready, Daddy.”
Adorable.
“Texts. Long or short—share your day with me.” A few more buttons came loose, and I slipped a hand between his thighs. “Photos of you and what you’re doing. Your crafts, your illustrations, work… Doesn’t matter.”
“This is standard stuff I’m planning on doing anyway, Sir,” he said. He turned to me and smiled. “I’m talking about sweet gestures. What do you like? Other than Jolly Ranchers, considering the billion wrappers that fell out of your glovebox when you asked me to grab your multitool.”
Oh, he’d known about my obsession with Jolly Ranchers before then. He’d left a duck or two in there after all.
“Fair enough.” I withheld my smirk and dropped an openmouthed kiss in the curve of his neck, making him shiver. “Your monkey bread. That’s the list. Sweet or savory, I’m all over it.”
He made a note.
Perfect time for me to cup his cock in my right hand and tease two fingers along his ass with my left.
“Gah! Daddy!”
“Yeah?”
“Ugh, you’re being all…!”
All what?
He huffed, abandoned his notebook and pen, and he wriggled around until he was straddling me. But before I could take advantage, he cupped my face in his hands firmly and leveled me with the most serious look.
“You’re not being fair, Mister Daddy Ash Riley,” he told me. “These past few days, you’ve been very focused on learning my likes and dislikes, but when I ask you for your favorites, you sort of dismiss it.”
I felt my forehead wrinkle. “How so? We discussed kinks, limits, and curiosities for hours yesterday. Including mine.” Honestly, we’d glided into that topic several times since last weekend.
“That’s not the same. I mean all that!” He gestured toward his notebook.
“You’ve already proven you’re gearing up to be the most attentive Daddy in the world, but when I asked you what you wanted for your birthday next week, you literally told me to just keep on existing.
And now—monkey bread and selfies? That’s your idea of me going the extra mile for you? ”
The fire and strong opinions stole my focus—hell, they swept me away, because I’d always liked feisty people.
People who burned so brightly for their passions and beliefs.
But I quickly realized he was expecting an answer, and maybe I could concede he had a point.
While I hoped to show him that he was on my mind when we couldn’t be together, I wasn’t giving him the same opportunity.
I gathered his hands from my face and kissed his knuckles.
“You’re right.” Ironically, what I was about to tell him was similar to what I’d told my kids.
“When you told me you make fridge magnets out of popsicle sticks and personalized door signs, I thought that sounded cool.” I paused.
“I always have and always will appreciate homemade gifts more, whether it’s something you’ve made in your crafts studio or it’s your potato chips.
You can send me off to work with one of your chocolate chip cookies, and I’ll be like a pig in shit all day. ”
The look in his eyes softened, and he snuck his arms around my neck and kissed me. “I’ll make you all the cookies, Sir.”
A river of pleasure flowed through me at those words, and I had to squeeze him to me.
He hummed and played with the hair at the back of my neck. “I have a suggestion, Sir.”
“Yeah?”
He nodded and eased back enough to face me. “I think you wanna do more than you’re ready for, so maybe we should put a lid on the physical stuffs until you’ve talked to Mister Rigger.”
I furrowed my brow. Had I done something—
“I don’t think you’re forcing yourself to do anything,” he was quick to add. “But I’m wondering if maybe you need more cuddling than fingers up my butt.”
I exhaled a laugh, never sure of what he was gonna say. But if he was referring to where I’d had my hands before, that was a version of cuddling for me—and I was definitely ready for more of that.
That said, he had a point.
“You’re right in that I may be more sensitive to disruptions right now,” I started off by saying.
“If the mood isn’t perfect, I ain’t pushin’ it.
For instance, revving you up for the sake of James catching us…
? We’ll see how that goes.” I gripped his chin and leaned in.
“But I stick my fingers where I please, okay? And I’m particularly drawn to this one brat with the cutest little bottom—maybe you know him.
He’s incredibly sweet, considerate, generous, and sexy.
He also makes the best monkey bread I’ve ever had. ”
The sheepish grin on that boy could bring an army to its knees, I was sure of it. And how he tried to bury his face, how he squirmed, and the silent “aw, shucks” that lingered in the air…
I chuckled and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Never stop being you, sweetheart. I appreciate you wanting what’s best for me.”
He nodded against my neck.
“Are you shy, baby boy?”
He huffed a little. “I’m never shy.”
I grinned and cupped his butt in my hands, inside the pajamas. “Except for when Daddy asks you to come out to Mclean. And when your brat buddies ask you to come out to Mclean. And when—”
“I get it!” he giggled and poked my side.
I laughed and gathered his hands between us instead. “But you still make plans. You signed up for Nathan’s rope demo on the seventh. You signed up both James and yourself to attend the ball. You paid the membership fees without even telling him.”
Boy got huffy again. “I can’t help that my impulsiveness is attached to my credit card. And also…I’m very ambitious two months in advance. Wanna go skydiving in two months? Heck yeah! Then, the day before, that ain’t happening.”
I felt my shoulders tremble with laughter, and he finally inched back from his hiding spot with a cheeky grin.
“With some exceptions,” he added. “I know that I never, ever wanna go running with you and James in the mornings.”
Oh, James barely wanted that either, but he’d asked me to drag him out when I had time. More often than not, we opted for golf or gym time.