by Elouise East
Henley wished he’d never asked, and he pursed his lips, wanting to argue. He’d made a promise to Isaac, though, and he would try to keep to it. Isaac knew what he was doing, and he was trying to help Henley be the best person he could be. It was Henley’s job to help Isaac do that by listening and obeying, despite how unfair it seemed.
“Do you have anything to say?”
Henley glared at Isaac but shook his head.
“Use your words, please.”
His nose crinkled as he withheld his snarky comments. “No, Daddy.”
“Good boy.”
Henley was silent for a moment before he thought of something else. “Daddy?”
“Yes, Henley,” Isaac said with a smile.
“May I have a kiss?”
“You will always be allowed a kiss, my sweet boy.” Isaac leaned forward, resting one arm on the table and resting his other fingers underneath Henley’s jawline to tilt his head up. He paused right before touching and blew against his lips, making Henley open. As soon as he did, Isaac swooped in. Their tongues twined together, Isaac tasting of their lunch and something that was purely Isaac.
Henley’s head fell back as Isaac devoured him, lying prone under Isaac’s attack but wanting every bit of it. As he began to get lightheaded, Henley felt himself tipping to the side before being lifted until he was straddling Isaac’s lap with his strong, sure hands resting against his back and ass, pressing him closer. Henley wrapped his arms around Isaac’s neck, taking everything that Isaac was giving him.
Pleasure streamed through his body, and he undulated against Isaac, feeling his erection, hard and thick behind his zipper. His own shaft ached, seeking release. Isaac pressed their hips closer, groaning before yanking his mouth away.
“You are dangerous, my boy. I can’t get enough of you,” Isaac muttered, resting their foreheads together.
Henley tried to get closer, thrusting against Isaac until Isaac grasped his hips and stopped him.
“Calm down, sweetheart. We have all the time in the world.”
“Please?”
Isaac chuckled. “Remember your punishment,” he whispered into Henley’s ear.
It froze Henley’s body, and he closed his eyes and bit his lip, refraining from screaming his frustration. He wanted nothing more than to argue, but look where that got him yesterday.
He exhaled through gritted teeth several times to calm his libido, Isaac rubbing a calming hand up and down his back.
“Well done, Henley. I’m proud of you.”
Henley wrapped his arms tight around Isaac and nestled his head against his neck. Inhaling Isaac’s scent calmed him more, and when he was in control, he pulled back.
“I will be ready for six o’clock unless you come by earlier.”
Isaac beamed at him and kissed his nose. “Perfect.”
Henley rubbed his hands over Isaac’s closely cropped hair, feeling the soft texture tickling his palm. “I love the feel of your hair,” he murmured, staring at his movements. He could sense Isaac’s gaze on him as he continued, but he didn’t waver. If Isaac allowed him to play, then play he would. One hand rested at the base of Isaac’s head, his thumb smoothing back and forth while his other hand moved in circles around the top of Isaac’s head.
“Having fun?” Isaac asked, and Henley heard the grin in his voice.
Henley smiled. “Yes, thanks.”
Isaac chuckled and dug his fingers gently into Henley’s sides, making him laugh out loud and cringe away from his tickle attack.
“Stop! No!” Henley couldn’t contain his shouts of laughter or pleas to stop. They fell to the floor, but Isaac didn’t stop.
When they were both breathing heavily, Isaac paused, and Henley stared up at him from his position on the floor. Isaac was braced over him. At any other time, it would be a sexual position, but Henley knew that wasn’t what this was. Isaac was showing Henley that he could be fun, that Henley could have fun with him, that he wasn’t all about routine, structure and punishments. Henley appreciated the reminder.
Isaac leaned down, pressing a gentle, chaste kiss on Henley’s lips before sitting up and pulling Henley with him.
“Come on, sweetheart. Up you get. I need to get going.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
Henley felt much better about Isaac heading out now than he had, and Isaac had probably realised Henley had been postponing the inevitable.
Isaac threaded their fingers together as they walked towards the front door. “Right, what I would like you to do while I’m gone is to do whatever you’d like to do for a couple of hours, even if that’s sleep, then I want you to exercise as you normally would. You told me before that you liked going to the gym or using your equipment at home. So, do one of those. Afterwards, have a nice long bath before getting ready for tonight. I don’t want you to have any sore muscles from working out.” Isaac let go when he reached for his coat, slipping it on as he turned to face Henley. “And remember your punishment.” He gripped Henley’s chin, lifting it for him to plant one more kiss on his mouth and wrapping his arms around Henley for a tight hug before moving to the door.
“See you later,” Henley said a little forlornly.
“Not too long at all, sweetheart.” Isaac smiled and exited the house with his bag, closing the door with a soft snick.
Henley sighed, his shoulders drooping. Well, he did need to get some laundry on, and it was Saturday, which was his cleaning day. He had two hours to get some done before heading off to the gym. He didn’t think a home workout would be the best idea for him today. Too many things to distract him.
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Several hours later, Henley slid on his favourite outfit: a black tank covered with a black transparent short sleeve t-shirt, tucked into jeans, which were also black with multicoloured dragons and flowers all over them. Completing his outfit were black combat boots, bracelets, two rings and a silver chain necklace. He had styled his hair in a side parting, allowing his hair to flow into a natural wave. Obviously, he put some hairspray on as well. There was no way he’d be able to keep it looking this fantastic without some help.
Checking the watch he’d just clipped onto his wrist, he saw it was ten past five. He had just under an hour before Isaac would be back to pick him up. Maybe he could fit in one episode of his favourite drag show.
The thought had him hauling his ass down the stairs and to the sofa. He dropped down, snatching the remote from the coffee table and set the programme running. It wasn’t even five minutes later when the doorbell rang. Henley jumped up from the sofa and ran to the door, flinging it open in eagerness.
There Isaac stood wearing a light blue shirt, which was open at the neck, black jeans and boots. But what cinched the gorgeous factor was the leather jacket. He looked fantastic. In his hands were a bouquet of freesias and a small box.
“Hello again, sweetheart. You look amazing.”
Henley felt his cheeks heat with the compliment, and he ducked his head. He was usually so confident when it came to how he looked and acted, but from Isaac, who meant so much to him, it felt more personal, for obvious reasons.
Closing the door behind Isaac, Henley whipped around him to pause the show and faced him once more, a little shy. “I’m excited to go out again. I haven’t seen many of the execs these past two weeks.”
“Yeah, we’ve been busy with all the stores opening. Everyone will be letting off steam tonight.” Isaac stepped closer to Henley, holding out the flowers. “These are for you.”
“How did you know they were my favourite?” Henley lowered his head and breathed deeply of their scent.
“I noticed you have several pictures with them in, so I took a chance. I wasn’t certain until your face lit up when you saw them.” Isaac lifted his hand, cupping the box in his palm as he offered it to Henley. “And this is for you, too.”
“You didn’t have to buy me anything.”
“I know, but I liked this when I saw it.”
Henley smiled as he und
id the purple ribbon, laying it over the arm of the sofa before lifting the gold lid. Nestled inside was a key chain. Henley pulled it out and held it up in the air. It was a gold circle, and the middle spun around. The centre picture was clear glass filled with rainbow colours. As he held it up to the light, it shone brilliantly.
“It’s beautiful,” Henley breathed.
“I thought it might go nicely with your keys.”
Henley nodded. “It would look great, but for tonight, I know exactly where it’s going.”
Isaac lifted his eyebrows as Henley put down the box and lifted his necklace. Looking down at his fingers, he clipped the keyring onto one of the links of the necklace and dropped it against his chest. It was heavy against him, but he loved it. Every time he looked down, he would see it and remember.
“Thank you, Daddy. I love it.” He wrapped his arms around Isaac’s waist and snuggled into his chest.
Isaac’s arms came around him, and he rested his cheek on Henley’s head. “You’re welcome, my sweet boy.” Kissing the top of his head, Isaac continued, “Now to finish getting you ready for our night out.” He pulled away, leaving Henley frowning. “You told me you had toys. I’m assuming you have a plug?”
Henley nodded slowly, remembering part three of the punishment. “Upstairs,” he mumbled.
Isaac linked their fingers together and pulled Henley up the stairs. “Show me.”
Henley blushed as he opened two of his bedside drawers. Both had several different toys. Isaac looked through them and chose a thick purple plug. Grabbing the lube that was in the same drawer, Isaac turned to Henley.
“Lower your trousers and underwear and bend over the bed.”
Henley stood and did as instructed, remembering a similar position when he’d been spanked in the store. Facing away from Isaac as he was, his hearing picked up sounds easier: the click of the lid, the tap as the bottle was put down, the wet slippery sound of the lube being spread, the scuff of Isaac’s shoes on the rug. When Isaac’s warm hand touched his ass cheek, Henley breathed deeply, wanting more than what he knew he was going to get.
A cool, slippery finger rubbed against his hole, and Henley instinctively pressed back, biting his lip to withhold a moan. A sharp smack to his ass had him stilling. The finger pressed in, and Henley bore down. He closed his eyes and licked his lips, wanting to move but knowing he wasn’t allowed.
“Good boy, Henley. You’re doing so well.” Isaac’s praise made Henley fly and relax at the same time, completely at odds with each other.
After he’d been sufficiently prepared, Isaac pressed the tip of the plug to his hole, and once more, Henley bore down to allow entrance. The further it filled him, the lower his head dropped. The pleasure was exquisite. As it was secured, Isaac tapped on the base, making Henley flinch and moan. Then, he helped Henley to stand and dressed him again.
Once he was dressed, Isaac turned him around and embraced him tightly. “You were amazing, Henley. Such a good boy taking your punishment.”
Henley breathed deeply, trying to calm his racing heart. He knew tonight would be testing for him, but he was determined to make Isaac proud.
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Chapter 10
Isaac
The bass thundered through the seat Isaac was sat on, and, not for the first time, he wondered whether he was getting too old to be out with these youngsters. Sierra, Maddie, Frankie, Trish and Henley were all on the dancefloor, moving to the beat. Next time Frankie denied being any good at dancing, Isaac knew to ignore her. He couldn’t take his eyes off Henley, though. If Isaac hadn’t known better, he’d say Henley wasn’t wearing a plug at all. It must be moving with every shift of his body.
Despite pouting when he’d been reminded of his punishment, Henley appeared to be having fun. He’d become close with Sierra and Frankie, often texting and calling them, no matter the time of day. Isaac was glad for that. Henley needed some friends, and from what he gathered from their previous conversations, the only people he ever went out with, apart from his sisters, were three people from the customer service department. Henley had gone out with them last weekend, dragging his sisters along for the ride.
Isaac smiled when he remembered Henley’s description of the first time he took Ariel and Arianne out with them. A disaster was putting it politely.
“What are you smiling about?” Leon’s nasally voice spoke next to his ear.
Isaac’s smile dimmed a little, but he held it as he turned to face Leon. “Just seeing how much fun they’re having out there,” he answered, thumbing over his shoulder.
There was nothing wrong with Leon per se, but Isaac hadn’t taken to him like he had the other execs. It didn’t mean Leon was awful. Isaac felt there was something off about him. Nobody else had mentioned anything, so he’d ignored his feelings and tried to get to know the man better.
“You can tell right off that Henley’s gay,” Leon said, gaze riveted on the group. “He certainly doesn’t hide it, does he?”
Isaac bristled. “Why does he need to?”
Leon must have noticed the tension or tone because he immediately backtracked. “No, of course, he doesn’t. I meant—”
“You meant to keep your nose out of his business. That’s good to know,” Isaac smoothly interrupted.
“Yes, of course.” Leon swallowed and scooted back, leaving more of a gap between them. His gaze kept flicking between Isaac and the group on the dancefloor, but Isaac couldn’t interpret what his expression said.
He jumped when a more-than-slightly inebriated Sierra fell into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Isaac! Do you wanna come and dance? The music’s fantastic!”
“No. You go have fun, though. I’m enjoying watching you all.”
“Okay! Watch me!”
Isaac did watch as she careened towards the group, and Henley caught her with a laugh. He spoke to her for a moment, wrapped his arm around her shoulder and started moving with the beat once more. Their eyes met briefly, and Isaac nodded to him, hoping Henley would understand he was proud of him for taking care of her.
“Hey, Isaac!” Jo called over to him. “We’re going to grab something to eat from the Chinese restaurant down the road after this. Do you fancy coming with us?”
“Who’s us?” Isaac asked. As he was the designated driver, if any of the people he had driven had agreed, he would naturally go as well.
“Me, Trish, Blake, Leon and Maddie. I hadn’t asked the ones you drove in case you needed to get home.”
The thoughtfulness made him smile. That was Jo, always thinking about others. She would make a good Mummy to a little. “I’m happy for you to ask them, although I think my passengers are worn out.” He chuckled as he saw Sierra and Frankie leaning against each other, and Henley with his arms around both of their shoulders.
Jo laughed. “Yeah, possibly. I’ll give them the option, though. Is that okay?”
“Of course, it is.”
Jo wandered off to the dancefloor, and Isaac watched the animated conversation. He had a feeling Sierra would want to go, but Frankie and Henley appeared to have had enough. Sierra was completely off her face, so he didn’t think it wise. Jo strode back to him.
“Sierra wanted to stay, but I persuaded her to go home instead. She’s wasted. And Frankie and Henley were happy to go home.”
“Thanks, Jo. We’ll bow out this time. But next time you decide to, we’ll be there.”
“Alright. Do you need any help getting them into the car?”
“No, don’t worry. Henley hasn’t been drinking, so he’ll help me.”
“Yeah, what’s up with that? Last time, he was sozzled.” Leon chuckled.
Isaac assumed it was an attempt at a joke. “Henley doesn’t need to drink to have a good time, unlike some people,” Isaac all but snarled at him. He could see Leon was on his way to the land of unpleasant mornings. Maybe that was the cause for his words earlier.
Leon stared at Isaac, making him second-guess his opinion of how dru
nk he was until Leon giggled like a small child. Isaac shook his head and ignored him. When he turned back to the dancefloor, he saw the group walking towards him, or rather Henley and Frankie holding Sierra between them. Isaac stood quickly.
“We’ll say goodbye now, folks,” Isaac called to the rest of the group. “Thanks for the great night. We’ll see you soon, or in two weeks, depending on how busy we all are.” He waved.
“Night, guys and gals,” Henley added.
“Let’s get these two to the car.” Isaac pointed at Sierra and Frankie, and they each took one woman. Frankie was less drunk but not by much. Isaac heard her jabbering away to Henley, and Henley softly answering her, but the music was too loud for him to hear what was said. When they exited the bar, Isaac’s ears were ringing.
He led the way to his car and helped Sierra sit in the back seat, buckling her in tight. Henley did the same with Frankie, and they both got in the front.
“Well, that was an interesting night.” Henley laughed.
“I find it’s always more interesting and amusing when you’re sober.” Isaac grinned. “And there are fewer consequences, too.”
“True that.”
“Did you have a good time?” Henley had appeared to enjoy himself, but he wanted to be certain. He needed to know if drinking was a game-changer for Henley or not.
“It was great,” he said enthusiastically. “I love that bar. It’s one of my regulars when I go out with my sisters. We also go to that Chinese place that they talked about. The food there is delicious. Do you think we could maybe get something to eat when we get home?”
Henley’s eyes grew round as he realised what he’d said, and he quickly glanced in the back seat.
Isaac grinned. “I think you’re okay. They look like they’re asleep.”
