He must read the conflict on my face, or maybe he’s just so amazing he knows exactly what I’m thinking. “You don’t have to worry so much. It’s my job as your Daddy to tell you what I need you to do. If you’re confused or uncertain of how to act, that’s my fault, not yours.”
I scrunch my eyebrows together, sifting through what he’s saying. All I have to do to be a good boy for him is to do what he says? That seems almost too easy.
“Really?” I ask, cocking my head and searching his face for any sign that this is some kind of test.
“Really.” He rubs a hand up and down my back, and I relax into his touch. “In fact, why don’t I give you your rules now so you know exactly how you can be a good boy for me.”
I nod eagerly, letting him shift me so he can reach into his pocket. He pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to me.
Kiernan
Emerson unfolds the paper, straddling me with his legs on either side of mine. I put my hands on his thighs and jerk my chin toward the paper. “Read that for me, Brave Boy, and then you can tell me if you have any questions.”
He nods again, licking his lips as his eyes scan down the list. “O-one,” he reads. “Emerson must go to sleep at ten o’clock every night.” He stops and scowls.
“You need your rest,” I say sternly before he can argue. “You stay up too late and you’re tired all day.”
He huffs through his nose but keeps reading. “Two: Emerson m-mmm-must eat lunch, even if work is busy.” I get another stink eye and fight back the urge to smile at how fucking cute he looks when he’s annoyed. “I thought these w-w-would be s-s-s-ss-sexy rules,” he grumbles.
“Making sure my boy is well taken care of is very sexy,” I reason. “Keep reading.”
“Three: Emerson must be naked at Daddy’s house unless otherwise instructed.” This time he grins. “N-n-now we’re talking.”
I chuckle. “What are your other rules?” I prompt, and he keeps reading.
“Four: All of Emerson’s orgasms belong to Daddy.” His breath hitches and a dirty smile spreads over his lips, but he keeps going. “Five: Emerson must spend at least one n-night per week in Daddy’s bed.”
He looks up from the list, and I brush his hair off his forehead. Up close like this, I notice some puffiness to his eyes, proving my point of how necessary the first rule is. My boy isn’t great at sleeping like he should. But that’s okay because I’m here to take care of him now.
“I thought five was a good start, and we can add to it as we feel is necessary. Okay?” I check, and he nods. “What questions do you have?”
“C-can I always call you Daddy? Even in public?”
“If you’re comfortable, then I would love that,” I assure him, pressing a kiss to his cheek because the pink blush blooming there is too pretty to resist.
He nods and then squirms a little on my lap, waking up my cock as he nibbles on his bottom lip shyly. “I…I mm-m-made you a list too.”
I raise both of my eyebrows, an amused smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. “Rules for Daddy?” I ask, and Emerson’s eyes go wide in horror.
“N-n-n-n…”
“Relax, sweetheart, it’s okay,” I assure him, squeezing his thighs and kissing him again, on the lips this time to reassure him. “What kind of list did you make me?”
His blush deepens to a full-on crimson. There’s such a fascinating dichotomy between the filthy things he said to me in our chats and how shy he comes across in real life. He just needs time to trust me, then I have no doubt he’ll get comfortable enough to say all of the dirty things aloud that I know he’s thinking.
Emerson shuffles off of my lap and picks up a notebook off of the little table next to the couch. He flips it open and hands it to me. I guess it’s my turn to read aloud.
“Emerson’s Fantasies,” I read from the page, my cock swelling further, creating a bulge in the front of my suit pants. “Interesting.” I grab my boy and pull him back onto my lap, scanning the list quickly and sensing a theme: sex on his balcony where someone might hear, sex in an elevator, crawling under my desk at work to pleasure me with his mouth, being naked at a kink club… “For a sweet, shy boy, there’s an awful lot of exhibitionism on this list,” I tease lightly, and he makes a nervous sound in his throat, ducking his head to hide his face in the crook of my neck. “Number four is certainly interesting. You want me to pick out something pretty for you to wear and then take you to a kink club. I happen to be a member of one right outside of town, although, granted, I haven’t been in a while. What would we consider pretty, Brave Boy?”
He shrugs, slowly showing me his face again, his bottom lip puffy from the abuse of his teeth. “A-anything Daddy says.”
“It sounds like we have a plan for our second date then.” I tear the list out and fold it up to put into my pocket for future reference. Emerson’s expression lights up, and he bobbles his head eagerly. “Perfect. But first, we have tonight’s date to attend to. I have reservations at Le Petite Maison.”
Emerson’s smile falters for a second before it comes back full force. He puts both hands on my chest and smiles. “I d-don’t care where we eat as l-l-long as I’m with you.”
Fuck, could he be any sweeter? I drag him in for another kiss, longer and deeper this time. Our reservation will keep for a few minutes. Right now, I want to make out on the couch with my boy like teenagers, and he doesn’t seem to have any objections.
This could be the real thing. It feels like it is. I hope he feels it too.
Chapter 18
Emerson
I flit around my kitchen, gathering snacks and drinks, smiling to myself at the sound of all of my friends in the living room. Well, mostly the sound of Sterling and Nolan, but Gannon is out there too, silent but ever present. From the sound of it, Sterling is trying to explain to Nolan exactly what the appeal of getting a spanking is.
I’m not sure if I would like a spanking. Is it a given when you have a Daddy? I itch to reach for my phone and do a little research—my fallback past time, clearly—but then I remember that Kiernan said the only thing I need to do to be his perfect boy is whatever he says. If Daddy wants to spank me, he can. Until then, I won’t worry about it.
There’s a pep in my step as I carry the tray of goodies into the living room. It really is amazing what a consistent good night’s sleep can do for a person. I thought that going to bed early would put a crimp in my writing time, but I’ve been waking up fresh enough each morning to get words in before going to open the bookstore. Daddy’s so smart.
“I don’t know. I’m just not sure I’d like a man telling me what to do all the time. Even if the sex was bomb,” Nolan says with a shrug.
Sterling shakes his head like the man is talking crazy, and I just smile and blush. Having a Daddy probably isn’t for everyone, but damn am I happy I found Kiernan…or he found me. I’m not sure which it is. Maybe we found each other. Either way, I’m never letting him go.
“S-s-snacks,” I declare happily, setting the tray down with a flourish. My friends all help themselves, and I make myself comfortable with a big smile on my face. It’s hard to believe how much has changed in the past year since Sterling walked into Unicorn Books, all shy and insecure about the birthmark on his face. I had no idea how good of friends we would become or that he’d introduce me to Kiernan. More than that, he’s shown me what it feels like to truly belong somewhere.
“What are you smilin’ about?” he asks, noticing my attention on him.
“Just glad we’re f-friends,” I admit.
“Aw, me too.” He leans over in his chair and kisses my cheek.
Sometime later, when the snacks are gone and we’ve covered so many different conversation topics that I’ve completely lost track, there’s a knock at my door.
“Ooh, I bet that’s your Daddy,” Sterling says, waggling his eyebrows.
Heat floods through me, my stomach giving an excited flutter as I jump up and go to find out if he’s right. I can’t
imagine who else it would be, other than maybe my neighbor coming to tell me that we’re being too loud. Living in an apartment is annoying.
But nope, no irritated neighbor, just my sexy as fuck Daddy.
“Hey, beautiful,” he greets me with a slow smirk, leaning down to press a soft, addicting kiss to my lips.
“Hi, Daddy.”
The sound of Nolan’s laughter echoes down the hall. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you had friends over. Should I call you later instead?”
“N-n-no.” I answer quickly, grabbing his hand and pulling him inside. “I l-love surprise visits.”
“Glad to hear it.” I can hear a hint of amusement in his tone. Maybe due to my enthusiasm as I drag him toward the living room.
“I have another surprise for you as well.” As soon as we stop, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a sleek black box. My eyes go wide, and I dart a glance toward my friends, all looking over curiously.
“It’s n-n-n-n…” My tongue gets clumsy, and I grunt in frustration.
“It’s safe to open,” Daddy assures me with a wink. I didn’t think he’d give me a sex toy in front of other people, but I did just give him a list of fantasies that were pretty heavily skewed toward liking to give people a show. I’d just like a little bit of warning and maybe some choice of my audience before going ahead with all of that.
I take the box and carefully flip the lid open. My mouth falls open at the sight of it. I think a sex toy would’ve been far less shocking actually.
“Holy shit,” Nolan mutters.
“Shiny,” Sterling adds.
Gannon grunts. I can’t tell if it’s a compliment or a judgment.
“Do you like it?” Kiernan asks.
“I…um…” I stare at the diamond encrusted watch. It’s not exactly practical if I’m being honest. Okay, it’s more than impractical; it’s downright gaudy. It must’ve cost an absolute fortune. Damn, Daddy’s waiting for my answer, and I’m being rude. I force a smile, my whole face feeling tight. “It’s b-b-b-…” I stop and lick my lips. “It’s nice.”
Kiernan frowns, and I hurry to put the watch on, hoping that will sell my enthusiasm for the gift. I love that he thought of me, but is there a nice way to tell him that a present like this was completely unnecessary?
“Maybe we should go,” Sterling says, standing up. Nolan and Gannon follow suit.
“You don’t have to,” I try to reassure them. If they stay a little longer, maybe it will give me time to figure out how to respond to the gift before I’m alone with Kiernan and he asks again if I like it. Fuck, I’m such a bad liar. Plus, I really don’t want to lie to Daddy.
“Sterling’s right; it’s getting late,” Nolan agrees.
I tug my bottom lip between my teeth and nod reluctantly. “I’ll sh-sh-show you out.”
Kiernan makes himself comfortable in the living room while I walk my friends to the door. “What do I d-do?” I whisper frantically to Sterling. We both look at the heavy, disco ball-looking watch.
“You hate it?” he asks just as quietly, and I nod. “Tell him the truth. The truth is always better than a lie.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, afraid that was going to be the answer.
“Good luck,” Nolan whispers. “And if you need to get rid of the watch, my birthday is coming up.” He winks before Gannon snorts and shakes his head, steering Nolan out.
I stand in the hallway an extra few seconds, gathering my courage before dragging my feet back to the living room, pasting another awkward smile on.
“D-d-d-d-do you w-w-want a d-d-d-drink?” I manage to stutter out the question, my mouth feeling clumsy as my hands sweat and my stomach knots. What if Daddy is mad that I don’t like it? What if he thinks I’m ungrateful? I don’t want to hurt his feelings.
“I’m fine. Come here, sweetheart.” He crooks a finger to beckon me over, and I gather up all my courage to crawl onto his lap.
Kiernan
I thought the watch would be a slam dunk. I spent an hour at the jeweler picking out the Phillipe Patek and then imagined the look on Emerson’s face the entire drive over. Except, the expression he had when he opened it wasn’t at all what I’d been imagining. He looked… uncomfortable.
“You hate it,” I say as soon as my boy is on my lap.
He shakes his head, blushing, and then grimaces and nods slowly. “I r-r-really appreciate it, it’s j-j-just not m-m-mm-me.”
He’s practically shaking as he holds his wrist out awkwardly, like if he looks at the watch at just the right angle, he’ll start to like it.
“Shh, it’s okay.” I rub a hand up and down his back to soothe him. “It’s fine if you don’t like it. Tell me what you would like, and it’s yours. Would you prefer a watch without diamonds? Or something else entirely? How about a new car? A trip somewhere nice?”
Emerson blinks at me a few times like he’s trying to solve a puzzle and then leans in and kisses me so softly on the lips that it’s barely there, yet, I can feel it all the way to my toes at the same time.
“Daddy, I d-don’t need things.” He takes the watch off and carefully hands it back to me. “I only need you.”
His words hit me right in the center of my chest, stealing my breath in an instant. My throat tightens, and I’m not sure if I want to laugh or cry. Of course he doesn’t need to be showered in the same expensive, elaborate gifts that other boys I’ve dated wanted, because he’s not like them. He’s not dating me for my money or status.
I take the watch from him and slip it into my pocket, wrapping both arms around him and hugging him close. “You are an absolute treasure, my perfect, sweet boy.” I murmur, pressing kisses all along his face and down his neck. He laughs and squirms and then goes still and moans when I gently nip at the fluttering pulse point in his throat.
“If you w-want to give me presents, more n-naughty toys are good,” he offers breathlessly, and I chuckle against his neck, sucking a patch of skin just above his collarbone until he gasps and bucks against me. I wonder which category a collar would fall into.
I’ve never collared a boy before, but damn if I can’t get the thought of my sweet little Emerson in a soft, leather collar out of my mind.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I promise, cupping him by the back of the neck and covering his mouth with mine.
My boy melts into the kiss, opening for me eagerly and dragging his tongue against mine, hot and wet and tempting as hell.
I stand up without warning, taking him with me. Emerson gasps into my mouth, hurrying to wrap his arms and legs around me…as if I’d ever drop him.
“B-bedroom?” he guesses breathlessly between kisses.
“Balcony,” I correct with a wicked grin against his mouth.
He lets out a desperate, horny sound and grinds his hardening cock against me.
Once I step through the sliding door to his balcony, I break the kiss so I can get the lay of the land. It’s fairly small with a steel railing. There’s just enough room for a ratty-looking chaise lounge and for maybe two people to stand simultaneously. Not enough space for a party, but more than enough room for what I have in mind.
“Hmm,” I hum, peeking over the edge, still holding Emerson in my arms. “We’re only on the second floor. It would be easy for someone to catch a glimpse of us up here if they got curious.”
He moans again, his cock twitching. My boy really does like the idea of being seen, doesn’t he? I drag my beard over the soft skin of his throat, delighting in the easy pinking of his skin.
“Do you want someone to see how much you love having your throat stuffed with Daddy’s cock?”
He groans and bobs his head, humping and thrusting against me while trying to wiggle out of my arms at the same time, clearly eager to take what I’m offering him. “P-please,” he pants.
I kiss him again, greedy for the taste of his mouth. He relaxes against me, like putty in my arms, except for the one very hard part of him I can still feel.
My own cock is thick a
nd throbbing, rubbing against the soft fabric of my underwear and growing harder by the second. I swear I can feel every swipe of his tongue all the way in the tip of my cock. He’s so sweet and eager, so unbelievably hungry for everything I want to give him.
The sound of a car door opening and closing from the parking lot below causes Emerson to still in my arms. I grin against his lips, breaking the kiss and setting him down. He glances over the side of the flimsy railing and then back at me, nervous excitement dancing in his expression.
I unzip my pants slowly, shoving the front down just enough to pull my cock out while a set of voices reaches us from below. Can they see us? Unlikely unless they’re looking. Will they hear us? Maybe. Is the possibility turning my boy the fuck on? Without a doubt. His cheeks darken, and his breath quickens, his hand landing on the bulge in the front of his pants.
“Come over here and be a good boy for Daddy,” I purr, giving my cock a few slow strokes until a drop of precum beads on the slit, tempting my boy closer.
He lowers himself to his knees, thankfully more carefully than he did the other night, and shuffles closer. Emerson looks better than any wet dream I’ve ever had, looking up at me with so much eager hunger in his eyes, his lips damp and parted, intense awe coloring every inch of his expression. Is it too soon to be in love with him? Not that the answer to that matters. Either way, I’m pretty sure I already am.
I cup his jaw in one hand, the other still wrapped around the base of my cock. He closes his eyes and leans into my touch when I trace my thumb along his bottom lip and then shove it into his mouth.
“Look at me,” I instruct gently, his eyes popping open instantly. “Good boy.”
Ecstasy flashes over his expression, his eyelids fluttering but remaining open, his whole body shuddering like those two simple words gave him a full-body orgasm. I push my thumb against his tongue, my cock pulsing in my grip at the pillowy-soft, scorching hot heaven of his mouth.
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