by Jayda Marx
Unfortunately, our makeout session was cut short when the limo slowed down and I knew we were getting close to the coven house. I gave Izzy’s lips one last peck and told him, “We’re almost home. It won’t be more than a minute or two.”
His cheeks pinked. “I don’t think I can get out yet, Daddy.” His gaze dropped to his tented cotton pants.
“That’s okay; I don’t think I can get out yet either.”
“What should we do?”
I pressed a button with a telephone symbol printed on it and asked, “Driver?”
“Yes, sir?” answered over a small speaker.
“Will you drive around the block a few times before dropping us off?”
“Of course.” There was a hint of humor in his voice; he surely knew why I was asking the favor, but he didn’t say anything.
“Thank you.” As much as I wanted to get back to Izzy’s lips, that wouldn’t help the bulge in my jeans. Instead, I asked him, “Would you like to hear a little about our home?”
“Yes, please.” He didn’t move off of my lap, which I was grateful for.
“Well, it was built a very long time ago, but it’s been updated throughout the years. It’s called the coven house because many of my fellow vampires live within its walls.” I didn’t want him to worry, so I assured him, “They’re all very nice. They are my friends and I know they’ll want to be your friends too.”
“Do all of your friends live in the coven house?”
“Not all of them; some prefer life in the suburbs where there is more land, and they check in when there is important business or news. But the building is full of vampires with very special jobs; some are guards to keep us safe, some are cooks, and others work on the medical team of the blood substitute company. Each vampire has their own skills and interests, and uses them to help the coven. Then the coven’s resources are divided equally amongst all of its members because everyone is important.”
“That’s so nice,” Izzy smiled. “What’s your job?”
“Well, mine is a little different. I’m what’s called a ‘Coven Master’.” Izzy looked understandably confused. “Think of it this way; if the coven was a company, I’d be like the president. I make sure that everyone is treated fairly, safe, and taken care of. I help with settling disputes, distributing money, and I guard my people from anything that threatens us.” I texted Soren earlier in the day, however, telling him that I needed time to secure my bond with my mate, and not to approach me with business unless it was critical.
“You’re so important,” Izzy insisted. “All that practice of taking care of everyone must be why you’re such a good Daddy.”
“Thank you, little one.” I kissed his forehead and he gave me a dazzling smile.
“Sir?” the driver’s voice asked across the speaker. “May I drop you off now or would you like me to make another lap?”
“Are you okay to climb out now?” I asked Izzy, who giggled and nodded. I pressed the button and replied, “We’re ready.”
Once the limo stopped, I helped Izzy out onto the sidewalk while the driver collected his bag of belongings out of the trunk. I tipped the driver generously before taking the bag and slinging it over my shoulder. I held Izzy’s hand, and he cradled his rabbit in his other arm as we walked inside the mammoth steel and brick building.
Israel’s jaw dropped when we entered the lobby; marble pillars stretched up from the floors to the high ceilings. “It’s beautiful in here.” I took him to the center of the room, where a fountain splashed. Izzy smiled and waved to the little fish that swam in the basin, and I swore one of them waved back.
“Are you ready to go see our place?”
“Yes! Oh, I’m so excited.”
I led him into the elevator and, sensing that he might explode if I made him wait any longer to see his new home, opted to tell him about the other floors of the building instead of taking him there. “On the second floor, you’ll find a couple of cute little shops. We have some very talented vampires who make jewelry, candles, and even clothes. On floor three, there are a few restaurants that are run by our coven members. The food is unbelievable; the best I’ve ever eaten.”
“Are we getting something to eat?” Izzy asked when the elevator came to a stop on the third floor.
“We can if you like, but we have to get off of the elevator here; the first three floors are open to the public, but the fourth level and everything above it are all apartments or areas only for our coven members, so we take a different lift.” He followed me a few steps down the hall, where we came to another elevator. I punched in a code on the wall, and the doors opened to let us inside.
“Fifty six floors,” Izzy announced, looking at all of the buttons on the wall. “Which one do we live on?”
“Fifty six,” I answered with a wink, and his jaw dropped again. “Would you like to push the button?”
“Yes, please.” He pressed the number ‘56’, and the elevator slowly rose. “It feels like we’re climbing forever,” he said after several moments. I smiled and squeezed his hand, and the elevator finally came to a stop.
I let loose of him long enough to retrieve the key from my pocket, and then held the apartment door open for him. “Welcome home, Izzy.”
Chapter Five
Israel stepped inside our place, looking in every direction as if to take everything in at once; the living room alone was three times the size of his old apartment. “Oh, Daddy,” he whispered. I placed his belongings against a wall and took my coat from his shoulders to hang up.
Izzy hurried over to the sitting area, which held a large brown leather sofa and recliner, both of which faced a big screen television hanging above a fireplace.
Israel paused suddenly in front of the red shag rug on the floor which held all of the furniture. “Oops, I don’t want to get your pretty rug all dirty,” he said as he toed out of his shoes.
“Don’t worry about that,” I said with a flap of my hand. “But I think you will like to feel it on your bare feet.”
The words were barely past my lips when Izzy yanked off his socks and sank his toes into the fuzzy rug and sighed. “Ooh, that feels nice.” He shuffled all around before adding, “It makes me want to lie down and make a rug angel.”
“What’s stopping you?” I chuckled. Izzy giggled and flopped onto his back, kicking his legs and flapping his arms until he made a first rate rug angel. I beamed as I watched, and offered him my hand when he was finished. “Would you like to see more?”
“Yes!” I pulled him upright with one tug, and he blinked at me. “Wow, you’re strong.” My precious little one was light and easy to lift, but again I was hungry for the compliment.
“Thank you. Come this way and I’ll show you the kitchen.” Israel gushed over the marble floors and stainless steel appliances (he was most excited for the well-stocked fridge). Then he bounced up and down when he got a view of the city through the wall of windows back in the living room, which he missed the first time around because he was distracted by the soft rug.
He loved our bedroom, complete with a king sized bed and matching dressers made of mahogany wood. Up next was the bathroom, decorated in all stark white, and Izzy said he couldn’t wait to try out the large clawfoot tub.
The next room I showed him was probably the least exciting; my office. It held a desk in the center, surrounded by books and filing cabinets. But Israel’s attention was captured by the seat in the corner.
“This chair is so pretty,” he said as he ran his fingers along the ornately carved back and plush leather seat.
I caressed my hand up and down his back and explained, “That chair is very special to me; it was my father’s. Remember how I said that vampires have been around for a very long time?” He nodded. “Our culture has changed greatly over the centuries. In the beginning, our people were ruled by a king; one vampire who was stronger, faster, and more clever than any other.”
“Your dad?” he guessed, and I smiled down at him.
> “That’s right. He reigned over our kind with fairness and compassion.”
“Wait a minute; if your dad was the king, then...does that make you a prince?”
“Technically speaking,” I shrugged. “And for that matter, as my mate, so are you.”
I didn’t know Israel’s eyes could open so widely. “I really am Prince Izzy,” he whispered, making me grin.
“Unfortunately, there were some vampires who didn’t accept my father’s rule. They claimed he had no birthright, and therefore had no more claim to the throne than they did. They revolted, and my father was killed.”
“No,” he responded in a shaky voice, covering his mouth with his hand.
I nodded slowly. “He was struck down by the people he loved. If they would have just voiced their concerns to him instead of attacking him, I know he would have helped them. He was an incredible man.”
A tear rolled down Izzy’s cheek as I continued, “After that, the monarchy was dissolved. Our kind spread over the country and formed covens. The Masters of each were elected by their followers based on their merits. If a member did not accept the Master, they could move on to a different coven or form their own. Since those days, we’ve had only contentment amongst our people. It gives me peace to know that’s what my father wanted more than anything, and that his death wasn’t in vain.”
Izzy wrapped his arms around my waist and lay his head on my chest. “I’m so, so sorry Daddy,” he warbled. He never knew my parents, but he mourned my loss. He was sweet and caring beyond measure.
“It still hurts sometimes, but it was a very long time ago. He taught me everything I know, so a part of him still lives on in me. I keep this throne as a reminder of his sacrifice.” I tipped his head back to look at me and smiled gently. “He would have been very proud to have you in our family, and my mother would have adored you.” Since she and my father were true mates, I lost them both when he died.
“I wish I could have met them.”
“Me too.” I needed comfort and wanted to comfort Izzy, so I pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Now, no more tears, little one; it’s a happy day.” He nodded and used the bottom of his shirt to dry his face. “I’ve got one more room to show you and I think it will help cheer you up.”
I took his hand and led him to the doorway which led into what I always knew would one day be a playroom for my boy. It had been shut for as long as I could remember; seeing the space without my little one playing inside it caused me too much pain.
But now I couldn’t wait to open its doors; to watch Izzy discover himself and his interests within its walls. I was probably just as curious as my boy to see what was inside; I’d stocked the room with furniture (an oak dresser and a matching changing table with a thick orange foam pad on top - no crib, as I always wanted my mate to sleep with me) to be prepared, but anything beyond that came from the favor I asked of Jett. I assumed he got a minimal amount of toys, not knowing what Izzy liked. I was excited to buy some for him as well; I couldn’t wait to spoil my boy until he was rotten to the core.
I pushed the door open and I couldn’t believe what I saw; minimal was not the word to describe the amount of toys Jett bought for Izzy. In one corner, there was a pile of plush animals so high that it looked like they were climbing up the walls. But it wasn’t just animals; there were trucks, balls, and blocks, but all of them were plush and made from fabric. There were no hard corners or rough edges; just welcoming softness for Izzy.
I looked over at my boy to ask if he liked it, and was surprised by the moisture dancing in his eyes again. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” he said with trembling lips. “I know you said no more tears, but my heart is so full it’s pushing them out.”
I combed his hair behind his damaged ear and kissed his cheek. “Happy tears are okay,” I whispered. “I only ever want you to have happy tears.” He snotted and snorted (in the most adorable way) a few more minutes before wiping his face on his shirt once more. When he calmed down, he turned to go check out his toys, but I stopped him with a hand to his shoulder.
“I think Daddy needs to give you a fresh shirt before you play.”
He looked down at his top and cringed at the mess. “I think you’re right. Can I have new pants too, please?”
“Of course. You must be excited to try out your new clothes.”
“I am, but...do you remember when I couldn’t get out of the limo? Well, things got a little sticky down there and I’d be more comfortable in fresh pants.”
Oh my. Imagining Izzy all sticky was getting me sticky, but now wasn’t the time; my boy wanted to play, and I didn’t want to stop him. “Not a problem. Let’s go look at our options.”
I took him to the dresser and opened the top drawer, which held a small stack of tops next to a similar pile of shorts, with two pairs of jammies on the opposite side. Jett didn’t go as crazy with the clothes and I was glad; I wanted to be the one to pick out his little outfits.
“These are all for me?” Izzy asked excitedly. He was grateful for everything in his life.
“Yep, and there will be many more to come. For today, should we go with a red top with race cars, blue with rocket ships, or yellow with monkeys?”
“Hmm, it’s a tough choice.” Izzy tapped his chin as he looked over all three options. “Let’s go with yellow monkeys.”
“You got it.” I snatched the yellow cropped shirt which was printed with brown monkeys that appeared to be swinging around, and a pair of matching solid yellow shorts. "Here's a nice soft pad you can lay on while I dress you," I offered, patting the low-rise changing table.
Izzy rested on the mat and snuggled in. "Ooh, this is comfy."
"Good deal. Now arms up." He reached above his head and I slid his shirt off of his body. His nipples contracted into pebbles when the air hit his skin. "This will just take a second." I shimmied on his fresh shirt, which fell just above his navel. "Look how cute my little one looks," I cooed, and Izzy's face burst into a wide smile.
"Thank you, Daddy. I feel cute."
"Now let's get those pants off." Izzy raised his hips off of the mat, allowing me to easily slide them down and off of his legs. "You know," I began as I studied his briefs, "If you got sticky, we should change your undies too."
Izzy blushed, but nodded his agreement. "Do you have undies for me?"
Do I? I wasn't sure what Jett purchased, so I went back to the dresser and opened the next drawer down. My heart skipped a beat when I saw what was inside. I lifted out a pair of striped padded briefs and a diaper printed with pastel blue rattles. "Which would you like?"
Izzy chewed his lip as his gaze bounced back and forth between them. "I'm not sure."
"That's okay; let's talk about it." I stepped back to the changing mat and asked, "Would you like to feel them?" He nodded and I placed them in his hands. He turned them over and stroked his fingers over the fabric. "What do you think?"
"The diaper feels really soft; I bet it would feel nice on my skin. And I think it would help me feel…you know…little." I understood; wearing the diaper would help him slip even further into his headspace, but I wouldn't push him either way. "If I wear it, will you want me to use it?"
"That's up to you, Izzy. Some littles like the feel of the wet warmth against their skin when they use their diapers, but others like for them to stay dry and just hug their bodies. There’s no wrong answer; it’s whatever you’re comfortable with. I’d love to take care of your needs by changing you, but it’s okay if that’s not what you want. If you’d rather wear the briefs, that’s fine too.”
“I think I’d like to try the diaper,” he answered quietly. “I don’t know if I’m ready to use it, but I’d like to see how it feels on my skin.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do. If you don’t like it, I’ll switch you into the undies.”
“Thank you for helping me.”
“That’s what I’m here for.” I kissed his pursed lips and unfolded the cotton before retrieving a wet wipe and some lotion. �
�Is it okay if I take these off now?” I asked, running my finger along the waistband of his underwear.
“Yes, Daddy.”
I curled shaking fingers over the elastic and slowly peeled the fabric over his groin. I inched the underwear down his legs and tossed them in the direction of the clothes hamper in the corner.
“No one’s ever seen me naked,” Izzy said in a voice just above a whisper. “Do I look okay?”
I smiled as I looked over his slender legs, and his soft, pretty dick lying against his thigh. It was slim like the rest of him, and was settled atop of his balls which were covered in fine brown hair. “You’re stunning.” He breathed a sigh of relief. “Now, let’s get you all ready to play.”
I quickly scrubbed him down with the wipe, ignoring when his flesh plumped under my touch. I tossed the wipe away and poured a circle of powder-scented lotion onto my palm and massaged from his groin to the tops of his thighs. His cock hardened fully, standing at around five inches long. It was a beautiful sight that got my blood pumping, but I slid the diaper under his bottom before he had time to get sticky again.
I draped the cotton over his groin and fastened the tape strips on each side. “Does that feel okay?” He nodded and I shimmied his shorts up his legs. “Izzy, I’ve waited my whole life for this sight.” The sight of my boy ready to explore his room for the first time. But he looked more perfect than I could have imagined in his cropped shirt, and with the thick pad of his diaper filling out his shorty shorts.
“Thank you for getting me ready, Daddy.” He was perfect in every way.
“It was my pleasure” I told him, patting his knee. When I did, I felt that his skin was cool beneath my fingers. I rubbed down his legs and realized that his toes were like ice. “I’m going to go grab you a pair of warm socks from my drawer and turn up the thermostat. You can look over your toys and I’ll be right back.” I lifted him down onto the floor and he gave me a tight hug around the middle.
Before I could get a good grip on him, Izzy let me loose and zoomed over to his pile of toys, dropping to his knees to inspect each one. It was hard to pry my eyes away from the adorable sight, but my need to care for him won out, and I hurried to the bedroom.
