by Elouise East
“I…I’d…”
When Henley couldn’t finish, Isaac took a guess, “Would you like some help getting ready for bed?”
Henley nodded, biting his lip.
“I need your words, sweetheart.”
“Yes. Please.”
Isaac smiled. “What do you normally sleep in?”
“Just pyjama bottoms. Or boxers if it’s warm.”
“Alright. Those were clean on after your bath, correct?”
“Yes.”
“Would you like to sleep in those?”
“Okay.”
Isaac stepped towards Henley, and although Henley’s gaze was averted, Isaac knew he was aware of every movement Isaac made. When the hem of his t-shirt was within reach, Isaac lifted it slowly, following Henley’s arms as he lifted them until it was free. Glancing around, he saw the washing basket and threw it in. He teased the waistband of the pyjamas, feeling for underwear but not finding any. His pulse rocketed at the realisation Henley had been commando all night.
“Head to the bathroom to brush your teeth. I need to fetch something, and I’ll be right back.”
Henley ducked his head and shimmied past Isaac, disappearing through the door. After a minute, Isaac exited the room and hustled down the stairs and back up again after picking up the overnight bag he’d brought with him. He hadn’t been one hundred per cent certain he would use it, so hadn’t drawn attention to it, but knowing Henley was alright with how the evening was turning out, made him sure of his actions.
He shucked his jeans and briefs, pulling on some pyjama bottoms and grabbed his toiletry bag. He waited until he heard Henley open the bathroom door before leaving the bedroom.
“Good boy. I’m going to the bathroom, then I’ll be in.” Henley looked much younger when he had no jewellery or makeup on.
Henley didn’t reply but continued on to the room. Isaac hurried through his nightly routine and returned to the bedroom, finding Henley sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard.
“We’ve had a long week, haven’t we?” Isaac said, stepping towards the bed and Henley.
“Yes. It’s been busy, but I’ve enjoyed it, too.”
“I’m glad. You’re a natural at the job.”
Henley glowed from the praise.
“Let’s get you tucked up, and we can talk for a few minutes.”
When Henley lifted his hips so the duvet could be pulled out from underneath, Isaac chuckled. He pulled the cover over Henley, grabbed one of the glasses of water and walked around to the other side of the bed. After placing the drink down and resting his phone there, too, he lifted the covers and slid onto the cool fabric. Switching off the lamp before moving onto his side to face Henley, Isaac rested his head in his hand, his other hand reaching over to pull Henley closer.
Deciding to reward his obedience that evening, Isaac’s free hand traced the contours of Henley’s face, gaze roaming the strong features. Pinching Henley’s chin between his fingers and thumb, Isaac leaned down, capturing the gasp that left Henley. He was unhurried with his kisses, teasing and giving, then retreating and playing. When Isaac moved to retreat again, Henley grasped the back of his head and pressed their lips together harder. Isaac allowed it for a short time but gentled it once more before pulling completely away.
Henley groaned and whimpered. “Please. I need…”
“You need some sleep,” Isaac finished, and as anticipated, Henley disagreed.
“No, I don’t. I need you!”
“Henley,” Isaac said sternly.
“You can’t leave me like this! Not again!” Henley whined, going for the full effect with a pout and puppy dog eyes, too.
“We are not doing anything tonight. It’s time for rest. Tomorrow is another day.”
Henley’s jaw dropped. “You’re really going to leave me like this.”
“Yes. You will be fine. Tomorrow, we will talk a little more, and once we are happy with how things are, we can further our relationship.”
Isaac was giving himself a case of blue balls. He wanted nothing more than to bury his cock inside Henley, but he needed to think about Henley first, and Henley was exhausted. He could see it in his eyes.
“But…Why…That’s…not fair!”
“It is fair. We are both tired and need to rest. Tomorrow will be here before you know it.”
As much as it killed him to do it, he moved Henley onto his side, facing away and tucked him against his chest. As he rested his head on the pillow, he wasn’t sure how much sleep either of them would be able to get.
“We will also talk about your punishment for talking back to me. I know what you need, Henley. Don’t push me.”
Henley didn’t reply, but Isaac could feel the tension in his body. Slowly, though, the rigidity of Henley’s muscles lessened, and Isaac knew he was asleep. He kept his own breathing steady, so he didn’t disturb Henley, but his thoughts were going a mile a minute. Everything seemed to be too good to be true, and he hated that he second-guessed everything Henley did or said. Experience had taught Isaac to be careful, but Henley didn’t deserve that distrust. Isaac was asking Henley to trust him, so he needed to trust Henley in return and leave everything else behind.
Henley fidgeted in his sleep, which had Isaac wondering with a small smile if he was ever still. It wasn’t until he caught the hitch of breath and the minute movement in Henley’s upper arm that he realised something was amiss. Isaac pretended to move position, lowering his hand further down Henley’s front but not far enough to touch anything but his stomach. Henley’s movements and breathing ceased. After a few seconds of Isaac being still once more, Henley began again.
Refraining from chuckling at Henley’s audacity, though he should not be surprised in all honesty, Isaac let him continue for a short time. When he felt Henley’s pulse and breath increase, Isaac softly said, “What do you think you’re doing?”
Henley flinched violently, gasping as he twisted his head towards Isaac. “I…I…” He sighed. “I’m so horny, I couldn’t sleep.”
“Thank you for being honest. But you told me earlier this evening that I was in control of everything. That meant your orgasms, too.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
Isaac considered the problem. If he let Henley come, he was allowing him pleasure when he should be punished, but if he didn’t let him come, he would lose sleep, which was vital to his wellbeing. He decided to allow Henley to come, but with the understanding that the punishment he received the following day would be harsher. He gave Henley the choice.
“I will take the worse punishment tomorrow. Please!”
“Alright. Part one of your punishment will be taking yourself to the edge, but you will not come until I tell you to. Part two, we will discuss tomorrow.”
Henley made a little noise in the back of his throat, but Isaac couldn’t tell if it was in reaction to part one or part two of the plan.
Rolling to his back, Henley pushed his pyjamas beneath his balls and wrapped his hand around his cock with a groan, his hand stroking fast. His lip was caught between his teeth, his hips thrusting to meet his hand as his pleasure built. Isaac could see the flush darkening the skin of his chest and cheeks.
When Henley’s back bowed and his head writhed on the pillow, Isaac said, “Stop!”
Henley’s hand flinched away from his cock, grasping at the sheets beneath him with a white-knuckled grip as his body shivered and twitched. “Oh, god! Please!”
Isaac studied Henley, waiting until he was no longer twisting on the bed before commanding, “Again.”
Henley sighed and encircled his cock, hissing with his first caress and panting as his pleasure increased with each movement. His left hand was clutching the sheets at his side.
“Pinch your nipples.”
An expression of torture passed over Henley’s face as he followed the instruction, his dominant hand creating friction on his dick. He gasped as the sensations, undoubtedly, grew fierce. Isaac watched him for t
he point of no return, and before Henley reached it, “Stop!”
Henley’s body twisted and clenched and grabbed at nothing as he puffed his way through backing away from his orgasm. Isaac was so proud of him for doing as he said. All it would take is for Henley to ignore him for a second or two more, and it would all be over.
“Please, Daddy! Please let me come!”
“Not yet. This is a punishment, remember. Again.” The command in Isaac’s voice was unmistakable, and Henley moaned in response but encircled his cock once more.
Henley’s toes curled, his legs couldn’t keep still, and his head pressed hard into the pillow as his hand worked his shaft. Isaac leaned over to the bedside table, opening a drawer and seeing a variety of toys, but also the lube which had been what he was after before he faced Henley again, unclicking the lid.
“Stop!”
Henley made a keening sound full of pleasurable pain as he let go and jack-knifed when Isaac squirted some lube directly onto his cock.
“Again.”
Blowing out a breath, Henley’s hand shook as he wrapped it around his length, the purple head so angry, Isaac was sure he couldn’t last much longer. Henley hummed as the lube slicked his way. Isaac licked his lips as he watched Henley work himself, twisting as he reached the head. The thick cock emerging from Henley’s hand was an erotic picture Isaac that would not forget any time soon.
“Please! Oh, please, Daddy! Let me come this time! Please! I’ll be good. Please! I promise!”
Isaac noted the hoarseness of Henley’s voice and eyed Henley’s free hand, clutching at the sheets as it was. “Come.”
The hitch of Henley’s breath, the gasps, the muffled sounds of pleasure ramped up Isaac’s need, but he refused to do anything about it. A particularly violent flinch from Henley advertised his release, and Isaac’s gaze was riveted. Henley’s hips bucked several times as his release painted his stomach. His rough breathing sounded loud in the quiet room.
“Ah! Oh, fuck!”
Isaac let out a breath, trying to calm his own libido as Henley finally slumped onto the mattress. Henley would likely be the death of him.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” he mumbled, the sound forlorn. “I should have been stronger.”
Isaac pulled him closer, letting him rest his head on Isaac’s shoulder. “You are strong, Henley. Don’t ever think otherwise. If a release is what you need before you can sleep, we will factor that in. If you wanted to push the boundaries, that is another matter.”
“No! I honestly can’t sleep when I have a hard-on. If I’m relaxed, I can sleep fine without climaxing, but if I’m worked up, I can’t.”
“Okay. I’m glad you told me. This will help in the future. But from now on, you need to listen to me. No more trying to sneak orgasms when you think I won’t know. I will be able to tell on your face whether you are lying to me when I ask you the question.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Those words coming from Henley sounded so right, Isaac couldn’t help but smile into the darkness. He had been alone for long enough now, and he needed someone to care for to enrich his own life, as well as his boy’s. He only hoped Henley would last. He’d had the same hope for Mateo, though, and look where that ended up. Three years down the drain because Mateo had found someone who gave him what Isaac couldn’t. The problem was, Mateo hadn’t explained what that something was; therefore, Isaac had been unable to figure out if it was something he could give him.
In hindsight, Mateo probably used it as an excuse to end their relationship and place the blame on Isaac instead of Mateo. It was all water under the bridge now. Apart from a slight sting he felt from not knowing, he was over it. At least over that relationship. He wasn’t over the hurt that had been caused by the breakup.
It was why he’d been so hesitant to find another boy. At forty-four, Isaac wasn’t getting any younger, and some boys didn’t like a huge age gap, whereas others preferred a bigger age gap. Mid-forties was a dead zone when it came to boys looking for Daddies.
His friends in the community had rallied around him when Mateo left, giving him hope that he would find someone, but after several years, he couldn’t keep the hope alive, so he had distanced himself from those friends. He didn’t think he’d spoken to Steven and Claude for at least a year. He’d have to remedy that—if they wanted to hear from him at all.
Not long after Henley had returned from cleaning up in the bathroom, soft snores met Isaac’s ears, and he smiled again at the weight of the boy he was fast becoming enamoured with. He’d never expected to be interested in someone as comfortable in their skin as Henley was; he’d always gone for boys who were more timid or new to the community. Maybe that was where he’d gone wrong.
Maybe he’d just needed someone to shake him up a little. To get him out of his usual routine.
Maybe he just needed Henley.
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Chapter 9
Henley
“Yes, Dad. I promise I’m fine. This week has been hectic, so I’m a little worn out. I’ll be there for lunch tomorrow.” Henley switched the phone to his other ear.
“You seem to be enjoying the work.”
Nodding, though his dad couldn’t see him, Henley answered, “Yes, I do. I get to meet some awesome people from all over the country. It’s fantastic.” He cut his gaze towards Isaac, seeing him smiling as he drank his coffee and studied his phone. Henley wasn’t sure if he was smiling because of Henley’s words or what he was looking at.
“Sounds like the perfect job for your personality, son.” His dad chuckled, and Henley joined in.
Staring at Isaac, Henley couldn’t withhold his words. “I’ve met someone, too.”
Isaac’s gaze flicked to his, eyebrows raised.
“You have? That’s great news! When can we meet him?”
“It’s new, so give me a few more weeks before you send in the cavalry.” He grinned.
“What’s he like? Let me know something about him before I meet him, at least.” His dad stopped to cough before coming back on. “I may need to research things if he’s interested in stuff I’m not.”
Henley shook his head, snorting. “You’ll be fine. He’s amazing, Dad. He takes care of me. Keeps me in line. Reminds me to eat.” He snickered.
“He’s a keeper if he can get you to eat three meals a day.” His dad sighed. “Even when you were younger, you were a nightmare to get to eat. In the end, we figured you’d eat when you were hungry, or when it was dinner time and the family sat down. At least you were eating one meal.”
“I ate more than one meal.” Henley paused, furrowing his brow. “Most of the time,” he added.
“Well, make sure you bring him home when you’re ready to. You know we’ll greet him with open arms so long as he’s looking after you.”
“He is. Very much so.”
Isaac’s gaze had not left Henley’s the whole time he’d been talking about him, but he raised his eyebrows again with that last remark. Henley smirked. He’d have to wonder about that. Henley heard Pops’ voice in the background, and his dad called back.
“Right, I’m going to have to go, son. Remember what I said. Whenever you’re ready.”
“Thanks, Dad. Say hi, bye and love you to Pops for me.”
“Will do. Take care. Love you.”
“Love you, too, Dad.”
Henley cancelled the call and shifted down on the sofa, jingling all the way, until he covered the entire area. Isaac was sitting in the armchair across from him, which was too far away as far as Henley was concerned. He played with his bangles, spinning them around and around.
“Is everyone well?” Isaac asked, putting his phone on the arm of the chair and tipping his mug up to drain his coffee.
“Yeah. Dad has a cold, which has given him an awful cough, but he’s alright. Pops is as lively as ever, so I’m told.”
“Talking of eating, it’s lunchtime.” Isaac stood, tucking his phone into his jeans pocket and carrying his cup as he ventured int
o the kitchen.
Henley sat upright, ready to follow. Isaac had not brought up the punishment Henley would have to do, but he was not going to remind him. He didn’t think Isaac had forgotten. Maybe he was biding his time.
“Henley? Please come into the kitchen.”
Standing, he threaded his fingers through his untamed hair as he followed the instruction.
“Yes, Daddy?”
“I’ve made a plate for you. Please wash your hands and have a seat.”
Henley traipsed to the sink and washed his hands, glancing over and seeing an array of rainbow colours spread on two dinner plates. “That looks amazing!”
“Thank you, sweetheart. A rainbow of salad, meat and dairy to keep your energy levels up. It will help you when we go out tonight.” Isaac picked up the plates and deposited them on the table.
They sat in the same seats as the previous night and dug into the food, Henley moaning with the fresh taste of everything. When Henley had cleared his plate, he sat back, resting his fingers on his stomach and groaning.
“I’m so full!”
Isaac chuckled. “That means you will be ready for a nap. We were awake early this morning.”
Glowering, Henley agreed. “There was no need for the postman to knock so loudly.”
“He was doing his job. You had something to sign for.”
“That’s not the point.”
Shaking his head, Isaac stood, taking the plates with him and placing them in the dishwasher. “I’m going to head home shortly. I have a few errands to run before we go out tonight, but I will be back to pick you up, maybe before if I’m finished earlier.”
He still hadn’t mentioned anything about punishment, and despite his eagerness not to remind him, Henley wanted to know what to expect.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, sweetheart.”
“Am I going to have my punishment soon?” He nibbled on his lip as he asked.
“I wondered how long it would take you to ask about that.” Isaac grinned. “Your punishment is three-fold today.” He stalked to the table, retaking his seat. “Firstly, you are not allowed to come at all tonight, even if it means you stay awake the whole night. Secondly, you will not be drinking when we go out. You need to be aware of everything and everyone around you and not use being drunk as an excuse to do things you shouldn’t, like getting off. Thirdly, you will be wearing a plug. All night.”
