by M. A. Innes
“Okay, what do you think?”
“It’s dark.” Mason laughed.
Edward didn’t even think before he responded, moving his hand down just low enough to pinch Mason’s bottom again. “Not what I meant, Boy.”
Mason gave a small squeak, but quickly took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I like the idea. It’ll be easier to talk in the dark.”
“We will start the same way that we did the other night in the restaurant. What would you like to know about me?” It was not quite the casual conversation that the therapist wanted, but it was a familiar process for them.
He felt more than heard Mason’s deep, slow breath. Waiting silently for Mason to collect his thoughts, Edward wrapped his arms tighter around Mason and relaxed. They were in no rush.
It took a long time sitting in the dark before Mason spoke. He was hesitant and Edward could hear the nerves in his voice. However, there was a breathy quality to his words and Mason squirmed on his lap. Hmm? “I want to know about the discipline. You talked about finding it interesting but you never really went into detail.”
It had to be the discipline question. What a way to start. “The first images I found online when I started looking for more information were of two men. One was laying over the other’s lap, his ass high in the air and his pants pulled down to his knees. The man who was sitting in the chair was asking the other man if he’d been a bad boy. When the boy said yes, the other man brought his hand down and started spanking him.”
Edward paused, remembering the stunning visual. “It was erotic and it was similar to things I’ve seen before but this boy kept referring to the other man as his daddy. There was just something about the way they interacted that stuck with me. As I thought about what you might need and want in a daddy, I kept going back to that visual in my head. The boy bending over for his daddy.”
Waiting for Mason’s response was painful. What would he think? Edward thought that Mason would find it erotic, but what if he was wrong?
Finally, Edward broke the silence. “What do you think?”
A shiver raced through Mason and Edward could feel his boy’s legs tighten as Mason nodded. A small, breathy reply escaped. “Yes.”
It wasn’t much of a response, but it was progress. “Okay, my turn. Ready?”
The reply came faster this time, maybe even more confident, but it was hard to tell in the dark. “Yes, Daddy.”
“What part of that turns you on? The pain? The submission? Something else? What part of my response did you relate to? What part did you like?”
Edward knew it was a hard question, but he hoped that this time, Mason could answer. They waited in the darkness even longer than before but Edward could feel Mason shifting and tightening his legs. If his boy was turned on then Edward probably didn’t need to be overly concerned.
Mason’s voice came out of the darkness. “I liked the idea of being bent over your lap.”
Edward tightened his arms and hoped Mason knew it was okay to tell him about the fantasy. Mason sank even deeper into Edward’s arms and took a deep breath.
“I like the idea of being punished for being naughty. I don’t think it’s the pain but it’s the submission and the idea of you taking control that I like.” His words escaped quickly, almost tumbling over each other but he managed to get them out. Edward couldn’t have been prouder.
“Good boy. Okay, your turn again.”
Edward liked the way Mason shivered in his arms when he said good boy. Edward would remember that.
Mason’s question came quicker this time. “How much do you want to play? Would it be a once in a while kind of thing or more often than that?”
For Edward, this was harder to explain. “I…for some things I think I would like to have them be a more everyday occurrence.”
Deciding that his explanation wasn’t making sense, he started again. “For some things, like the underwear and even the discipline, I think I would prefer that they are a regular part of our relationship. Things like your sippy cup and plate would also be regular parts of our time together. Other things, like the diapers, would be something that we could try occasionally. I just don’t know how they would fit into our life on a daily basis, but I don’t want to set everything aside most of the time. To pretend we want a traditional relationship except on Saturday night, for example.”
He could feel Mason nodding against his chest again. “I agree, Daddy. I’ve always pictured something more…you know? Not a traditional relationship.”
“Good boy. Now my turn again.”
Mason’s shiver was so sweet. Edward hated that he couldn’t see Mason’s reactions, but this seemed to be working better for both of them.
“When you were telling me how you felt about my views on discipline, you mentioned control. Tell me more about the kind of control your daddy would have over you.”
They went back to silence again as Mason worked through what to say. Edward had the patience to wait, now that he knew the conversation wasn’t going to be too much for Mason. It was hard to tell, but when Mason started to talk, Edward thought the silence was shorter this time.
“I’m not sure exactly because, well, I’ve never really done anything like this with someone else. Most of the time, I think I don’t want to have to give up a crazy amount of control. It’s just not practical. Sometimes it would be really hot to give up more control…like a lot.” Mason paused.
Edward wasn’t sure if he was done but Mason’s answer left more questions than answers. “Like what, Boy? Give me an example of a little bit of control that I would have all the time and an example of something that would be once in a while.”
Mason groaned but it seemed to be more in embarrassment than anything else. “Do I have to?”
“Yes.” Edward would let him out of a question if it was too hard to answer, but just being nervous wasn’t going to get his boy out of it.
“Okay.” Mason sighed and Edward moved his hand down to Mason’s ass again, “No! I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” Edward gave Mason’s bottom a little pat. “Now tell me.”
Mason turned his head and seemed to hide his face in Edward’s neck. After a few minutes of silence, his voice came out in a whisper but he managed to explain more. “Well, an everyday kind of thing might be that you would control…like…like orgasms.”
Edward’s cock jumped and his whole body tightened. “That’s very sexy, Boy. Keep going.”
He had to have felt Edward’s response because his next words came out with more confidence, “In the past…in the past, I pictured my daddy telling me when I could come and sometimes…and sometimes I thought that having a…having a…” Mason paused, obviously trying to figure out how to say what was on his mind.
After all his research, Edward thought he had a good idea what his boy was trying to say. “Would your daddy have an object that would physically control the possibilities of orgasms and erections?”
His boy sagged into his arms and Edward could almost feel the heat from the blush that he knew would be covering Mason’s face. A small whisper escaped his boy. “Yes.”
“That would be an everyday type of control or that could be something that is more sporadic. We would have to see how it could be worked into our lives. Overall, I think it is a very thought-provoking choice, Boy.”
Confidence boosted by Edward’s obvious approval, Mason continued in a stronger tone. “A once and a while kind of thing I think would be something like the diapers. It feels a little bit like giving you control over my body.”
It made sense to Edward, “I can understand that. I see it the same way, I guess.”
The cuddly body in his lap relaxed completely, sagging against Edward. It seemed that once Mason had gotten the hardest things to say out, nothing else worried him.
“Your turn. I’m very proud of you.”
There was a long pause as Mason wiggled in Edwards lap. There was obviously something on his mind but Edward didn’t want
to rush Boy. It took him a few minutes but he finally spoke. “Proud enough that I get a reward, Daddy?”
Mason’s question came out husky and low; Edward could feel the warm breath against his neck. Reward? There was only one type of reward Edward could think of but what did Boy mean?
“You’ve been a very good boy. What kind of reward did you want from Daddy?” It wasn’t what Edward was expecting to hear but if it was what Mason wanted then he wasn’t going to argue. Definitely not. However, he wasn’t going to proceed without knowing exactly what Mason wanted.
No guessing until they had several more discussions on boundaries and preferences.
Clearing his throat, embarrassment thick in his voice, Mason whispered against Edward’s neck again. “If my daddy is going to control when I get to come then maybe…maybe…touching his boy would be a good reward?”
Edward wasted no time responding. “Your daddy would love to touch you, Boy.”
As they had been talking, Edward’s left hand had taken up residence on Mason’s ass and his right had been resting on his boy’s knees. Now that he knew what Mason wanted, he was more than ready to give it to him. His boy deserved a treat.
“You’ve been so good tonight. You were a good boy and ate all your dinner.” He slid his hand up Mason’s thighs. Shivers raced through Mason as Edward moved his fingers up slowly. Feeling Boy’s quivering body was incredible.
“You sat on Daddy’s lap so nicely.” Edward’s wandering hand finally reached the juncture where Mason’s leg met his groin but he didn’t go any higher.
Rubbing his thumb along the sensitive crease, Edward made Mason wait for more. “You drank out of your sippy cup like a good boy.”
Teasing his thumb back and forth, he waited until Mason thrust his hips up in desperation before he continued. “You were so good answering questions for Daddy. I think you should get a reward because a good boy gets special treats from his daddy.”
Mason shivered and Edward could feel the pleasure racing through his boy. Mason loved being Edward’s good boy. Edward couldn’t wait to see if Mason liked being his naughty boy just as much. That would be for a later date. Tonight, his good boy needed a reward. Edward could only guess how long Mason had been hard and aching. Since he walked in the door, more than likely.
“Is Daddy’s good boy ready for his reward?” Edward couldn’t help but tease. He might not be able to see Mason’s responses but he could feel the boy wiggling and thrusting up, trying to get Edward to touch where he desperately wanted. With every movement, Mason rubbed his full bottom over Edward’s straining erection.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m ready. I’m your good boy,” Mason pleaded in a breathy whine that was the sexiest thing Edward had ever heard.
Sliding his hand over the last few inches, Edward traced Mason’s rigid length with his thumb. It was a gentle, fleeting touch but a moan tore through Mason as he shuddered and arched into Edward’s finger.
“What do you say to Daddy?” Something about hearing his boy plead and beg for Edward’s touch, begging his daddy for pleasure, made Edward’s breath catch in his chest. It was a simple word with such a powerful, erotic meaning.
“Oh, Daddy. Oh, thank you. More, Daddy. Please.” The words tumbled out of Mason as he moaned and pleaded with sexy little noises.
Incredibly glad that his boy hadn’t worn jeans, Edward traced up the zipper of Mason’s slacks with his thumb, feeling for the button. He damned the darkness but didn’t want to do anything that would ruin the moment.
Teasing Mason’s cock, Edward finally found the button of his tented slacks and carefully unzipped the pants over his boy’s hard shaft. Once he had Mason’s cock freed, Edward gently stroked his boy’s rigid length in his hand.
His boy’s cock had to be at least six or seven inches but it was difficult to tell in the darkness. What he could feel, however, was fully erect, perfectly proportioned, and thick. The velvet texture of his engorged cock was hot to the touch. There was no doubt his boy would look beautiful. The next time they did this, it was going to be in the light, where he could explore his boy without the darkness.
Mason’s body danced in his lap as his boy desperately tried to thrust harder into Edward’s hand. Later, his boy was going to learn to be patient for his daddy, but that was a lesson for another day.
Edward could easily imagine teasing his boy and edging him for hours, teaching him to wait for his daddy’s touch. However, from the way Mason’s body tightened and his sweet, desperate moans, his boy was at the end of what he could handle.
Tightening his hand on Mason’s shaft, Edward whispered into the darkness all the dirty things he’d been fantasizing about as he’d held Mason. He told his boy how he was going to spank his bottom one day. How cute he was going to look in his special underwear. How many other rewards his daddy had for a good boy.
It was that last good boy that threw Mason over the edge. His boy wrapped his flailing arms around Edward’s neck and exploded. Mason’s orgasm ripped through his body as he held on to Edward with a desperate grip. Cum flooded Edward’s hand as Mason’s hard cock jerked and the salty, musky smell of sex filled the room.
Wave after wave of pleasure seemed to course through Mason. His boy had to be incredible to watch because just hearing his pleasure and feeling how it rolled through him was incredible. As Mason slowly relaxed in his arms, Edward felt more than heard the sweet “Daddy” that escaped his boy.
Edward was harder than he had ever been but he’d never been happier. What had begun as a whispered confession in the darkness had turned into something so much more. He couldn’t wait to explore more of his boy’s secret desires.
CHAPTER 8
“You should thank the telecommunication gods that I got that phone call instead of my boss.”
Mason and Maddy usually hung out once a week or so but he’d been so busy lately between work and Edward that they’d been forced to schedule an early morning coffee instead of their usual dinner. He’d gotten a short reprieve when they’d first sat down, but then she’d started letting him have it.
“I know. I’m really sorry for everything.” He’d said the same thing three times already and it wasn’t calming her down. The best thing to do now was to wait it out or distract her with something else. He wasn’t really ready to go into details about his date with Edward but that would be the biggest distraction he had.
Maddy’s phone call from Richard, his boring date, hadn’t gone well. He’d been very upset with what he was calling the quality of their matches. Maddy hadn’t wanted to explain to him that his real match eloped at the last minute, cause that would have gone over like a lead balloon, so she’d thrown Mason under the bus.
Blaming him for obviously lying on his application about being ready for a long-term relationship, she’d had to offer Richard several free tickets to future events to smooth things over. Telling her again how boring the guy was hadn’t been his best response. But in his defense, he hadn’t gotten much sleep last night and was still really groggy when she’d started out her rant.
Work had been going great lately but he was starting to get more business than he could handle. Turning away jobs wasn’t something he was good at; he’d rather be accepting them. He liked the fact that he was making a name for himself. But it was making for some very late nights. Between talking with Edward and working crazy hours, he hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep in a couple of days.
“She would have fired me if she’d realized how unhappy that man was and that it was all my fault for asking you to help. I should have been—”
“Did I tell you that Edward asked me out again for this weekend?” This time, he was going to throw himself under the bus.
“No. You never told me about your date on Wednesday either. What did you guys end up doing?” Maddy leaned forward in her chair, elbows on the table. His distraction had worked but he had a feeling this was going to be more of an interrogation than a friendly conversation. Edward could take some tip
s from Maddy when it came to asking tough questions.
“He kept it a surprise, but we ended up watching a documentary over at his house and had Chinese. It was super laid back and really casual.”
“And?”
He decided to play dumb, “And what?”
“Mason! What else happened? You said that your first date went pretty good and he was open to things but how did this one go?”
Mason couldn’t help but smile as he remembered Edward’s explanations. He leaned in closer and whispered, “It went great. We talked about what I liked and stuff and he was really cute.”
“Cute?” She tilted her head and gave him a funny look, like the picture she had in her head just didn’t compute.
“He said he wanted to understand what I needed in a you-know so he found a therapist who specializes in that kind of stuff.” He was trying to be discreet because the coffee shop was packed and at least a dozen people could easily hear their conversation.
“He thinks you’re crazy?” Half the coffee shop turned as Maddy’s voice went up to an ear shattering pitch and her hands hit the table, rattling their cups.
“Way to be discreet. Thanks.” Sarcasm dripped from his voice.
“Sorry.” Her voice dropped back down when she looked around and saw how many people were watching them. She leaned in this time and whispered, “He thinks you’re crazy?”
“No, that’s what I thought when he first started telling me about it but he really just wanted to understand my needs more. The therapist specializes in unique relationships and is more of a couples’ counselor and therapist for people who are questioning what they want, if you know what I mean. Once I realized what he was trying to say, I thought it was kind of cute.”
Maddy might not understand but when he’d finally understood what Edward had been trying to explain he was touched and it really put things into perspective for him. No one had ever gone so out of their way to understand him. Even Maddy, as accepting as she was, had never gone to those lengths. No one had.
Maybe some people would say he hadn’t tried enough in the past. Yeah, he knew that he kept his desires pretty private, but the guys he had tried to tell thought he was crazy for even mentioning it. Edward didn’t just accept what Mason wanted; he was researching what Mason needed.
