Soothe Me, Daddy

by Elouise East

  Once the trio had filled their stomachs, they began the long road to getting him ready. It took longer than usual because they could never agree on things, and there was always an argument before a decision was made, usually by Henley. He never complained, though. He loved that they were here with him.

  Ariel had lost the battle with the shirt. She concentrated on making sure every hair on his head was in the correct place, spraying it until Henley was sure it would crack if so much as a breeze touched it. Arianne, on the other hand, made sure to make his face match his outfit and hair colour. She needed to fix a couple of his nails, too. Working with boxes did not make his manicure last as it had done before.

  When he was ready, apart from his clothing, he checked his reflection, marvelling at Arianne’s ability to make his eyes look smoky, yet blue. It looked like his eyes were sparkling, which they quite possibly were. Clothes were next.

  It was only after he was going to put the trousers on that he realised he needed to go commando. He had never dressed privately before. They had always been happy to dress in front of each other, and it would look suspicious if he did it now.

  He shrugged as he dropped his boxers. Let the questions commence.

  ****

  Chapter 6

  Isaac

  Isaac waited on the step outside Henley’s door. He’d rung the bell and received a female shout asking him to wait, so he stood there, flicking the keys around in his hand. He was surprisingly nervous about this date. The conversation he planned to have with Henley hadn’t been vocalised for many years, and Isaac was a little unsure about Henley’s reaction to it.

  He knew from Henley’s behaviour over the past five weeks that he was a Daddy’s dream boy, but that didn’t mean Henley knew anything about the lifestyle and what was involved. There were two ways this conversation could go after he explained what a Daddy and boy relationship was: either Henley would look at him as if he was delusional, which had happened in the past, or he would accept what he’d been told and be willing to try.

  They would have to traverse the work route carefully. As far as Isaac was aware, there were no rules about workplace romances, but he wasn’t certain. Once he knew where their relationship stood, he would make sure to speak to Mr Sanders and explain the situation. Everything needed to be out in the open. He refused to hide. Although the decision to show or hide what type of relationship they had would be up to Henley.

  The sound of the door opening brought his attention back to the house. A female with striking blue eyes and long blonde, wavy hair stood with her hand on her cocked hip as she tilted her head to study him.

  “You must be Isaac,” she said, indicating for him to enter.

  “Yes. Nice to meet you…” He held out his hand in greeting.

  “Arianne.”

  “Nice to meet you, Arianne. Is Henley ready?”

  “Almost. Bear with us for a couple of minutes more.” Her heels clicked against the wooden floor as he watched her walk into a room to the left.

  Unsure what to do, he followed, hesitating in the doorway.

  “You can come in if you want to. I won’t bite.”

  Isaac chuckled and stepped forward. He wandered around the living room, looking at the photos on the walls and resting on the shelves, many depicting Henley’s large family at different stages of their lives.

  “Henley said your destination is a surprise for him. He doesn’t have any allergies, so you should be fine no matter where it is.”

  Isaac refrained from smiling but only just. “Is that your polite way of asking where we’re going?”

  Arianne’s cheeks flushed under her flawless appearance. “Yes,” she replied with a smile.

  “The Italian on Church Street. Nothing fancy.”

  “Ooh, nice. I’m jealous.”

  “Jealous of what?”

  Henley’s voice had Isaac pivoting around, finding himself as speechless as he had been the last time he’d picked Henley up for a night out. Their gazes locked, and Isaac felt something pass between them.

  “Jealous of your destination, which I am not going to tell you about.” As Arianne spoke, Isaac pulled his gaze away and saw as she mimed zipping her lips and throwing away the key.

  He met Henley’s gaze again when Henley said, “Oh, that’s how it is, is it? You’ll tell my sister, but you won’t tell me. I see. I’m going to have to keep my eyes on you both.”

  Isaac moved towards Henley. “You look magnificent,” he stated, watching the blush work its way down Henley’s cheeks and neck.

  “Thank you,” he mumbled, looking at the floor.

  “Let’s go.” He rested a hand on Henley’s back, guiding him to the door.

  “Lock up for me, please, girls,” Henley called over his shoulder as he grabbed his keys from the table in the hall.

  “Sure thing.” Ariel waved as they exited the house.

  Isaac opened the passenger door for Henley, leaning over him to fasten his belt after he was seated, closed the door and hustled around to the driver’s side. As they got on the road, he studied Henley from the corner of his eye.

  “Are you okay?”

  Henley glanced across at him and smiled. “Yes. I’m excited.”

  “You’re quiet, though.”

  Henley was silent, and Isaac quickly peered over at him, seeing him biting his bottom lip until he sighed. “I want this date to go well. I keep thinking that I talk too much, and so I’ve been trying to not say a lot.” He hesitated before licking his lips and straightening his spine. “I want this to go well. I want us to go well together.”

  Isaac’s mouth curled up. “I understand. But I want you to remember something.”

  “What?”

  “I asked you on a date, not someone you think I want you to be. You.”

  “Oh!”

  Isaac stayed silent, waiting for any questions or comments Henley might have. It appeared he was lost in thought, so Isaac didn’t interrupt. When they arrived at the restaurant, Henley’s mouth gaped.

  “Seriously? I’ve never been here but always wanted to.”

  “I’m glad I could bring you. Wait there.”

  He climbed out of the car and strode around the front to open the passenger door, presenting his hand to help Henley stand.

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.” Isaac locked the car and linking their fingers together, guided Henley to the entrance.

  Upon entering, he gave his name to the hostess who seated them with menus, letting them know their server would be with them shortly.

  “This looks so posh,” Henley said, surveying the room with wide eyes. “It’s beautiful in here.”

  “I agree.” But Isaac didn’t mean the restaurant. Whatever makeup Henley had put on shimmered in the lights, making him appear otherworldly. Now if only Isaac could figure out a way to start the conversation they needed to have.

  “Choose what you’d like. Do you drink wine?”

  “God, no. I’ve drunk all I need to for the next few weeks.” Henley shuddered in his seat. “Water is fine. Or maybe a lemonade.”

  “Fizzy drinks are not good for you, so if you have one, the rest will be water.” Isaac hadn’t thought about his words, they’d just escaped, and he tensed wondering what Henley’s reaction would be.

  “Okay. One lemonade then water,” he agreed without argument.

  Pride swelled inside Isaac as he watched Henley peruse the menu, alternating between biting and licking his lips.

  “Would it be okay if I had the spaghetti alla puttanesca?”

  “Of course.” Isaac wondered if Henley knew he was deferring to Isaac for his decisions.

  When the waiter arrived, Isaac placed their order and leaned back in his seat to study Henley. He wasn’t sure where to start.

  “Isaac?”

  “Yes, Henley.”

  “Do you know what a Daddy is?” Henley’s gaze was across the restaurant, not on Isaac, but he wouldn’t stand for that. Especially a
s Henley brought up the subject Isaac had been struggling to start.

  “Look at me,” Isaac demanded.

  Henley turned to him immediately, loosening something inside Isaac.

  “Tell me what you know about a Daddy.”

  He inhaled. “Well, a Daddy takes care of a boy, tells him what he can and can’t do, makes sure he’s safe and looked after, punishes him when he needs it. And the boy does what he’s told.”

  Isaac tilted his head side to side. “Roughly, yes. Is that what you need?”

  “Yes.”

  “Have you been part of a Daddy and boy relationship before?” Isaac was curious as to where Henley’s knowledge came from.

  “Not in a relationship, no, but I have been to a club and had a scene before. I realised it resonated with something inside me, but I didn’t like the idea of finding someone at the club. I have been sure I wasn’t going to find anyone until I saw you seven months ago.”

  Isaac frowned. “Seven months ago?”

  Henley nodded. “When I started working at EasyFit, I saw you visit with the staff, talk to them, interact with them. You were always so caring, gentle and considerate. I wanted that. I wanted you.” With those words, he blushed fiercely, the blood rising to the surface of his skin all the way to his chest.

  “How did you know that was what I was?”

  “I didn’t!” Henley shook his head, eyes wide. “Are you?”

  Isaac nodded slowly, and Henley beamed.

  “I had hoped to get to know you and introduce you to the lifestyle in case it was something that appealed to you. I didn’t realise you were actually a Daddy!” He brought his hands to his cheeks, fingers fanning over his mouth as he stared at Isaac.

  They were interrupted by the arrival of their drinks, but once the waiter retreated, Henley burst out, “Seriously? You’re not joking with me right now?”

  Frowning, Isaac leaned forward. “I would never joke about something so serious. I have been a Daddy for a long time and been in several long-term relationships. I just…lost hope after the last one ended.” He rubbed his thumb through the condensation on his glass, watching the movement.

  “Is this what you brought me here to talk about?”

  “Yes, and we still have things to discuss. Such as, how deep into being a boy do you like to go?”

  Henley’s brows drew together. “I don’t like playing with toys or wearing nappies. That doesn’t appeal at all. But I like the idea of someone looking after me, taking control, helping to calm me when my thoughts get all messed up.”

  “I have noticed that you’re obedient, for the most part. So, you like being told what to do. If we try this, you will be listening to and obeying me.”

  “Yes. Please.”

  Their conversation paused once more as their food arrived, and they ate in near silence, which was strange from Isaac’s point of view. He was so used to the constant chatter from Henley.

  “I don’t want you to change yourself for me, Henley.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You need to be yourself from the beginning. Don’t act or speak how you think I want you to. If I think something about your behaviour needs correcting, I will discuss it with you and help you alter it.”

  “Through punishments?” Henley asked, eyebrows raising.

  “If I believe that is the best way to remind you, yes.” Isaac hesitated. “For me, being a Daddy is a twenty-four-seven responsibility. I would need you to realise that everything I do for or to you is for your own benefit. I want to help you become all that you can be, and in return, you need to trust me wholeheartedly. Telling me the truth at all times, even when it scares you. You need to trust that I will catch you should you fall. I will hold you close and protect you with everything I am.”

  Isaac gazed at Henley, seeing a shimmer begin in his eyes before they filled and overflowed.

  “Come here.” Isaac issued the order, and they both scooted out of their opposite seats, Isaac guiding Henley to slide over in the booth seat so he could sit next to him. Isaac wrapped his arm around Henley’s shoulder, hugging him close and resting his fingers against the side of his face as his tears continued to fall soundlessly.

  Once Henley had calmed, Isaac lifted his face. “Are you okay?” Henley nodded. “I need your words, sweetheart.”

  “I’m okay,” he croaked. “I…You…It’s everything I want.”

  “Alright. Let’s eat our food, and once we’re full, we can talk some more.”

  Isaac reached for Henley’s plate from the opposite side of the table and placed it in front of Henley. Henley smiled, and though a little watery, it filled Isaac’s heart with joy. He couldn’t believe he had found someone who already knew about Daddies and boys, and in fact, was one.

  After they had finished their meal and Isaac deduced Henley didn’t want a dessert, he gripped Henley’s hand and left the restaurant. It wasn’t particularly late, and the air was warm, so he suggested a short walk.

  “For a relationship to work with me, I would need to give you a routine to stick to—”

  “What kind of routine?”

  Isaac raised his eyebrows at Henley, waiting until he apologised for interrupting before continuing, “Things like when you’d need to go to sleep, when to wake, when to eat. I don’t do this because I think you are incapable of doing them yourself. I do it because then I will know you are looking after yourself like I have asked you to. I trust that if I ask you to do something, you will do it. For example, if I ask you to eat at midday, and you agree, I expect you to eat at midday, barring any unforeseen circumstances.”

  “That sounds good.” Henley glanced up at Isaac from underneath his eyelashes. “I do sometimes forget whether I’ve eaten or not.”

  “Good to know, and thank you for being honest with me. I have seen that you can be a little excitable at times. I would like to help you find a way to manage that. I think your work, however amazing you already are at it, would benefit a great deal from you being calmer and more in control of your actions.” He paused and smirked. “And mouth.”

  “Hey!” Henley pouted for a second before grinning. “Yes, okay. I know I can be a chatterbox. But I have so much to say.”

  “And I wouldn’t ever want to stop you from saying it, but I do think there is a time and place for certain topics of conversation.”

  Henley scrunched his nose up. “Is there really?”

  “Yes,” Isaac said firmly.

  They walked in silence for a few steps before Henley asked, “What should I call you?”

  Isaac exhaled deeply. “I would love for you to call me Daddy. But you don’t have to. Isaac is fine, too.”

  Henley rested his head against Isaac’s shoulder, wrapping his free hand around his biceps. “I would love to call you Daddy.”

  “Does everything sound okay so far?”

  Henley nodded, and when Isaac raised his eyebrows, he added, “Yes…Daddy.”

  Isaac inhaled and briefly closed his eyes, his pulse skyrocketing at the word. “Perfect.” He pressed a kiss to the side of Henley’s forehead, pulling him close. “Let’s head back.”

  Changing the subject on the stroll back to the car, Isaac found out that Henley was visiting his family the following day. All of them were congregating at their dads’ house for his sister Tracey’s birthday.

  Isaac pulled up at Henley’s house, seeing it in darkness, and assumed his sisters had gone home. He walked around to the passenger door and opened it, helping Henley out once more. Linking their fingers again, he wandered up the garden path, stepping onto the porch and turning to face Henley.

  “Thank you for tonight, Henley.” Isaac’s gaze roamed his face, taking in the glacial blue eyes, strong nose and full lips before returning to his eyes.

  “Thank you for taking me out for dinner…Daddy,” Henley whispered.

  “You’re welcome.”

  Isaac reached a hand to the back of Henley’s neck before leaning in and pressing their lips togeth
er in a soft kiss. He sipped at Henley’s top lip, then his bottom lip before pressing a small kiss to the corner of his mouth.

  “Goodnight, Henley.”

  Walking away was the hardest thing he’d had to do for a long time.

  ****

  Chapter 7

  Henley

  “You’re goddamn right I did,” replied Henley, still seething from being left on his porch without the goodbye he had been hoping for. “I lost count how many times I came once I’d run upstairs. I don’t care if he punishes me for it. You don’t leave a man hanging, Ariel. It’s not kind.”

  “You’ll survive.” Henley wasn’t so sure.

  Actually, he did care. He didn’t want to get punished for masturbating all night long, but he had been so horny, and every time the images from their date came to mind, he became hard again. Even now, he felt his cock twitch despite the numerous orgasms.

  He was pissed off with Isaac, that was for certain. He had no idea how he was going to face him the following day without screeching at him.

  Henley knew their relationship had only just begun, but why did Isaac have to leave? He could’ve stayed, and they could’ve had some fun. But no, he was being all gentlemanly.

  By the time he met Isaac at the warehouse on Monday morning, he was less angry but more upset. Last night, he had wondered if there was something wrong with him, and that was why Isaac hadn’t wanted him. His mood had plummeted, and he’d struggled to sleep. So, an early morning of lugging boxes from the warehouse to a van was not the best idea. Still, it was his job, and he’d do it, even if he moped along the way.

  “Is everything okay, Henley?” Isaac asked.

  “Yes, thanks,” he replied, picking up another box. He knew he was a lot quieter than usual. It was a mixture of being upset about the weekend and lack of sleep. He also knew that Isaac would pick up on it, but there was nothing he could do to prevent that.