by J P Sayle
I closed my eyes and ignored the clutch in my stomach. Go to sleep, the message will still be there in the morning.
The pep talk I’d given myself the night before carried me through a hellish busy day. I got home late again, but at least it was before midnight when I settled in bed with my phone. My plan to message SassyS during the day fell by the wayside, as a packed day and several crises that it would seem no one else could deal with got in the way.
Checking the time on the screen I chewed my lower lip between my teeth. Was it too late to message now?
My fingers twitched with the urge to start typing, so with a shrug, I gave in.
DaddyL: I’m sorry I haven’t messaged earlier, work was hectic so it’s prevented me from having time to chat. How was your day?
I hit send before I could overthink it. Placing my phone down, I tried not to obsess, or recall the message. I’d no sooner let go of the phone when it buzzed.
I won’t embarrass myself by saying how fast I picked it back up, or how my hands trembled when I saw SassyS’s name.
I swiped at the screen.
SassyS: It’s cool, I’m just home. I had to work a double shift as one of the guys called in sick. Hope you had a good one ;)
I was aware I probably grinning at my phone like a fool, but as there was no one to see me I didn’t care. He’d sent me a winking emoji. I knew it made me a pathetic fool that my heart fluttered in my chest at that silly face, but I couldn’t seem to find it in me to care.
DaddyL: A double shift? That’s pretty hard going.
No sooner had my finger hit send, did I realise what I’d said. Groaning, heat spread up my chest. Fuck, why did I have to type that? I slapped my forehead.
SassyS: No, there was nothing hard about it.
I blinked and then my cock started to take notice.
I quickly typed back.
DaddyL: That’s good because Daddy wouldn’t like that.
The slap turned into a full-on thump of my head against the solid wood headboard behind me. The noise rang out as my screen lit up and I am reluctant to admit that I was scared to see what he’d replied. It took several inhales and a stern talking to that he didn’t know me, so talking like this didn’t matter.
SassyS: I take that back, I’m hard now.
Oh shit, oh shit. He liked this flirty play. My cock was totally on board, plump and filled. The head rubbed against the soft cotton of my sheets, as if begging for some attention.
Scott
My chest was heaving as I waited for DaddyL’s next reply. My heart was still racing from reading his last reply and from seeing the picture his response had unlocked. The App appeared to have a nifty extra that allowed users to have hidden pictures, which only unlocked for other users who connected with you. When DaddyL responded to my message, it opened up a hidden picture of his naked chest, with a tie hanging around his neck. That alone was more than enough to have my overtired body stop caring that it had worked a twelve-hour shift. It wanted DaddyL.
The screen on my phone remained blank and I started to panic. Maybe saying I was turned on was not the right thing to say. Second-guessing myself, my fingers began to cramp as I held them still, uncertain if I should say I was joking.
DaddyL: Is that right? Then be warned, you are not allowed to touch until Daddy says so.
I groaned so loudly, I was frightened my neighbours below would hear me.
When I’d got home, I’d jumped straight in the shower and was about to put some nightclothes on when my phone buzzed. The minute I’d seen it was DaddyL, I’d lain down naked on top of my duvet and got settled. The pre-cum now leaking from my bare cock and dripping onto my abdomen was making me wish I wasn’t alone.
All-day I’d been in a grump, I’d lost count of how many times I’d checked my phone to see if he’d made good on his promise to message me. I’d all but given up hope until the message popped up.
My heart soared way too fast just from a message, and I worried I was maybe jumping in too fast. The other two guys I’d messaged didn’t evoke the same need, and I will admit I hadn’t bothered to respond to their messages. Was that bad?
Yeah I know, why bother to message if I’m not going to reply? But Adam felt three guys at least gave me choice and the option of going on a few dates to see who fitted best. He’d likened it to buying a pair of shoes, you needed to try them on first before you decided to commit to them.
I heaved a sigh, my cock bucking and reminding me that DaddyL was waiting for a response.
SassyS: Yes Daddy, I’ll be a good boy… but can I touch?
Aware of the cheekiness of my reply, I waited to see what he’d say. I glanced at the chest of drawers tucked into the corner of my bedroom. The top drawer drew my gaze.
SassyS: What if it wasn’t my hand that made me come, but maybe a piece of silk?
I sent the message before I could second guess myself. I jumped off the bed and opened the drawer that had been calling to me. I took out a pair of silky underwear and snapped a picture, sending it.
The moment it delivered, the message icon that showed someone was typing lit up. I held my breath. Would he be into boys in girlie underwear?
DaddyL: Fuck you’re asking for a spanking for teasing me. I now understand your profile picture. Though I think I’d prefer a picture of you in those pretty panties.
I palmed my dick with my empty hand, and squeezed hard to stop the urge to come. Fuck, if he could get me this hot and bothered through chat, what was it going to be like when we met in person?
I got myself under control and sat back down on the bed, not trusting my legs to hold me up. Raw excitement filled me to the point I trembled and struggled to hold my phone still while typing.
SassyS: Fuck, I nearly came from the thoughts of your hands on me… Daddy.
I hoped I’d not overstepped with the Daddy comment, but he’d started it. I wasn’t disappointed when the quick-fired response came back.
DaddyL: Remember I will spank you if you come without my permission. Daddy will keep track of your punishments for when we meet.
That right there got me hyperventilating, I dropped the phone and clutched at my chest, praying that my lungs would start to behave themselves, and soon, before I died and didn’t get the chance for DaddyL to fulfil his promise.
My arse twitched and my whole body flooded with warmth. Was I really going to do this?
What if he turned out to be a murderer? That thought pulled me up short. There were daily news bulletins on how people were murdered every day.
I eyed my phone with trepidation, recalling the vetting system The App used. My heart rate, which tripled at the thought DaddyL was a murderer, dropped a fraction at the extensive information that Nathan wanted before you could be added. That doesn’t mean he’s not an axe murderer.
Oh shut up.
I picked up my phone when another message came through.
DaddyL: I have another long day tomorrow, but I’ll message when I get the time. And remember Daddy’s words, no touching or coming without my permission. Sleep well sweet boy.
I stared at the screen for several long seconds, with what I was sure was a dreamy expression on my face. All the thoughts of DaddyL being a murderer were buried under a mushy layer of feelings at being called a ‘sweet boy’.
Rolling over, I tugged the duvet from under me and then tucked it around me. The happiness tugged at my lips at thoughts of what was to come.
The next few days I lived in constant excitement, always waiting for the next message to arrive. We’d gone from flirty to some pretty intense conversations about what was happening in the world right now. Though he still wouldn’t give me his name and hadn’t as yet asked for mine, we’d shared a lot about what we wanted from the date we were going to set up. As neither of us talked about what we did for work, it was hard to explain why I couldn’t meet him when he was free and vice versa. It seemed the universe was trying to scupper my plans of a hot date with DaddyL.
&nbs
p; There was, however, a lot of messaging about doing a full-on Daddy scene together. That right there kept me in a state of arousal which was hard to control when I was at work. I’d inadvertently sprung wood when I’d sneaked into the staff room to check my messages and found one from DaddyL, asking me how my day was going.
Yeah, I know it was daft, why would that make me hard? It was the fact he was thinking about me that got me worked up. I turned my back on the staff room door when I heard someone come in.
“Scott, you free to help me set up the small dining room? We have a party of ten coming and there’s only one table in there,” Adam asked from the doorway.
I turned my upper body, praying Adam wouldn’t look down. The tight black trousers I wore for work hid nothing. And a week of not being able to come made it harder to make the bloody thing go down. The mere thought of trying to touch it and readjust made me sweat. “Yeah, give me a sec.”
Releasing a loud exhale when Adam only nodded, I watched him head back into the kitchen. I eyed my crotch.
I can do this and not come. I can do this and not come. The voice wittering on in my head lacked real conviction as my hand dropped and tentatively shifted my cock. My thighs automatically clenched at the brief touch. It was too much and not nearly enough. I closed my eyes and worked on picturing the worst thing I could think of.
The recent horror movie Adam talked me into going to see, where there was something that possessed the women living in the house, was finally enough to get me out of the staff room and back into the dining room.
On my way to the small dining room, my eyes landed on one of the men sat on his own with his back to me. My heart thundered in my chest at the sight of the dark, perfectly groomed hair and broad shoulders that filled the pale grey suit jacket. Hands that I knew were manicured picked up the glass of water sat in front of him.
When had he snuck in? I was happy to see Luke Mason was sat in Sawyer’s section. The man had taken an instant dislike to me, and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why. I’d never done anything to him, but it was like he was on a mission to make me cry. Though now that I recall, the last two times he’d eaten at the restaurant, he’d been friendlier.
I shrugged off my thoughts when Adam motioned for me from the private dining room doorway. I kept my gaze on Adam and tried to tell myself I wouldn’t look at Luke again.
It was a big lie. My head was already twisting to get another glimpse of Luke. There was something so compelling about him, even if he was a horrible shit to me. Again, my Daddy radar screamed that he was clearly Daddy material, though his boyfriend was anything but a boy. Hell, Brody Quilliam screamed dominant and if there was ever a mismatched couple it was those two. But it was none of my business.
“Hey, you gonna stand there all day dreaming or come and help me? The table is booked for one thirty, that only gives me twenty minutes to get the room set up,” Adam stated impatiently, his perfect brows pinching in displeasure.
I gave him a smile of apology when I managed to draw my gaze back to him. “What do you need me to do?”
With Adam directing me, we shifted a second table into the room and quickly set up the tables. I stepped back after placing the last gleaming glass down to check everything was perfect. I grinned at Adam, “There, it’s perfect.”
“It is,” he gave me a wink before checking it one last time.
Walking back into the main dining room, I was distracted for a second and ran slap bang into a solid chest. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” I said as I stepped back, the scent of Diesel aftershave filling my nose. My gaze moved up the powerful chest and my heart took a nosedive.
“It’s fine, I should have been paying more attention,” Luke responded, a beautiful smile gracing his gorgeous mouth.
I was sure I looked stupid, my mouth hung open at a total loss for what to say. Having expected to be shouted at, all I got was a pat on the arm and that glorious smile I felt all the way down to my toes, which were currently curling in my shoes. Wow, that smile should be classed as a lethal weapon. He had nothing on Mel Gibson in that film. He may be able to drop you with a shot, but that smile would do the same.
When I found myself staring after him, not at all convinced I wasn’t drooling, I wiped at my chin. Pleased to find it dry, I went off to the kitchen in a daze. A thought niggled that I was missing something, but I couldn’t think what.
What the hell was wrong with Luke? Maybe he’d been kidnapped by aliens and they’d messed with his head before sending him back. It had to be that, because in the three years he’d been eating at the restaurant, not once had he smiled at me.
Obsessing about it, I went in search of Sawyer. I found him in the kitchen waiting on Billy, Carl’s second in command. I walked over to him and tugged him away from the counter. Checking no one was in earshot, I asked, “Do you think Luke Mason is acting weird today?”
His eyes widened, “You noticed too? He was so bloody smiley today I had to keep checking he wasn’t having some sort of breakdown. You know when you see those people that get a manic smile that isn’t really real, right before they have a breakdown? I saw this woman once on the news, she looked like that. It was freaking me out man.” Sawyer shuddered.
“Yeah. I know what you mean. I just bumped into him—”
“And you lived to tell the tale?” Sawyer asked, jumping in before I’d finished, his eyes flashing with alarm as they travelled over me.
“I’m stood here aren’t I,”—I rolled my eyes—“so I must have survived. I did wonder if maybe aliens abducted him and messed with his head. Oh, or better yet, replaced his personality with a new improved one.”
I smirked, then hunched at Seb enquiring, “You wouldn’t be talking about one of our clients would you?” His dark brows lifted and his face went all stern.
I mumbled an apology as Sawyer said, “There is something fishy going on with Luke Mason. He’s all nice and friendly. When has he ever been like that, I ask you?” His hands came up and waved in the air.
“You may be right, but gossiping about our clients is not okay. And I’d suggest you steer well clear of him.” The subtext was explicit, stop now. But the underlying warning confused me. Seb looked genuinely concerned about Luke.
Before I could think about it further, Billy advised the meals were ready so I took a couple of the plates and followed Sawyer out of the kitchen into the serene dining room.
I leant into him the minute the door closed behind us. “What was that all about? Did you catch Seb’s concern?”
He nodded and whispered back, “You couldn’t miss it. But I have no clue what it’s about.” With that, he walked off to deliver the food and I followed, replacing my frown with a smile for the clients.
I didn’t need to be worrying about Luke. It had nothing to do with me.
Luke
I kept my hands from clenching, even when the tingling from touching Scott remained after the brief contact. What the hell was wrong with me? My body’s reaction to Scott was so fast I’d had no time to process. My arms were full of the pretty young waiter before I could think about what I was doing.
I’d seen he was going to knock into me and instead of moving out of the way, I’d let him fall into me. The harebrained idea was rebounding now that I was stood at the curb, waiting for a taxi with a raging hard-on that wouldn’t quit. What was wrong with me?
I recalled the first time I’d walked into the restaurant with a friend who’d suggested we dine in there. He’d been raving for weeks about the place, saying the Italian food could not be beaten, that it was like having a small slice of Italy in London. I’d thought he’d been exaggerating until I ate the pasta special of the day. I could still remember the creamy sauce setting my taste buds alight.
It wasn’t the only thing that set your taste buds alight though, was it?
I sagged under the weight of my thoughts pointing out the obvious. The moment I’d laid eyes on the dark-haired, pale-skinned, trim waiter, I’d felt an itch that for y
ears I buried under the baggage my father put squarely on my shoulders.
It sat there weighing me down, and I found myself snapping at the young waiter. The tears shining in his eyes were ruthlessly ignored. It set a pattern that resulted in Seb twice speaking to me about my behaviour. They were not my proudest moments. The shock on Scott’s face when I’d smiled would have been funny if it were not for the reason it was there. I was a shit, and though the last two times I’d been in to eat, I’d made a real effort to be kinder, to show I wanted to make amends, it would seem I’d need to try harder.
The honk of a horn jerked me from my thoughts and I slipped into the back of the taxi, not dwelling on the stale, sweaty odour coming from the front of the cab.
I gave the address of the hotel and sat back, watching the slow-moving traffic through the window. The dismal grey sky matched my mood. How do you change people’s opinions?
Who knows?
I wanted to sigh, but I refused when this was all of my own making. I glared at my still semi-erect cock. I was confused as to why Scott got me worked up, when I’d been more than happy to set up a date with SassyS.
Maybe it was because of all the time I’d spent fantasizing about SassyS, that I got hard from touching Scott. He screamed boy to my inner Daddy. I chewed my lower lip between my teeth. Was that really why?
I was working on being more honest with myself and I knew damn well I’d always been attracted to Scott. So what do I do now?
As if Scott would want to go on a date with you? You saw his face, you’d be the last person he’d want.
This time I did groan. Would going on a date with SassyS be a shitty thing to do, when I fancied someone else as well? I definitely wanted SassyS, and that was without seeing him. He was funny, bright, and often a ray of sunshine in my day when he messaged, even if it was only to say hello.
