He nods, giving me a curious look. I shake my head, letting him know he has to be patient. I leave him there as I move out of theroom and into the living room. There’s a bookshelf off to the side that looks completely normal at first glance.
It’s not though.
Davies's message reads “In case you need a Daddy fix, pull on the Jane Austen boxset. It will reveal a secret room.”
The second I tug on the book, the shelf before me groans and pops forward. I tug on the edge, and it swings open. Behind it, I find a small room full of treasure any Daddy or boy would love.
“Holy crap, D,” I mumble as I step inside.
Shelves line the walls with all manner of toys, accessories, and supplies needed to have the proper play experience. Immediately, I gravitate to the section labeled for diapers and pull-ups. My boy’s words about what he wants ring through my ears.
I grab exactly what I need, then tell myself I’ll come back later to explore more once we’ve napped. My boy is waiting on me. Plus, I think he might like to see the space too. I can always replace whatever we use. My friend won’t care.
Back in the bedroom, I find my boy hugging a pillow over his face. I worry for a moment he’s fallen asleep until I hear him taking a deep breath. At about that same time, I realize it’s my pillow he’s squeezing.
Oh, sweet boy.
“Eddie Baby,” I call out. He throws the pillow across the bed, his eyes wide at knowing he’s been caught.
“Daddy?”
“That’s exactly who I am. And I really like seeing how much you enjoy my scent. You were sniffing that because you missed me, weren’t you?”
He bites his lip as he slowly nods.
“I love your honesty, baby. Daddy has something to be honest with you about as well.” I pull the items I’d grabbed from behind my back and wave them in his direction. “The friend that owns this cabin has a supply of items for Daddy times. If you’re up for it, I’d like to try this with you.”
His head bobs quickly at the implication. “Yes, pwease.”
“My sweet boy is so polite.” I hum. “That deserves some spoiling.”
Tugging at his legs, I position him so he’s on the edge of the bed as I drop to my knees. This is very much like we were yesterday, only this time, it’s less about the sexual aspect and more on caring for him.
With how tall I am, it’s easier to be like this as I change him. I add a changing table — preferably a custom built one — to the list of things I’ll be getting. It’s already a mile long. What’s another thing to add if it makes our lives easier and brings my boy joy?
His pants slip off easily enough after he lifts his bottom. We repeat the process for his briefs, which then leaves him bare to me.
I marvel at him for a long moment. His length is half hard, as if it can’t decide if we should play or not. His body trembles as he waits to see what I’ll do next.
Grabbing the lotion I brought with me, I rub some between my hands before coating his skin in a heavy enough layer to create a barrier of protection. With that done, I take the pull-up in hand and slip his feet inside. Easing it up his legs, I split my gaze between the path of the underwear and his face.
Does he like it so far?
Is he uncomfortable?
When I reach his butt, my boy raises up with something akin to excitement. I smile seeing the look I know all too well.
“How does it feel, baby?” I ask after it’s in place.
He wiggles his bottom, which makes a crunching noise as it rubs against the bed. A giggle comes out shortly after and he nods.
“No words anymore?” I suspect I know what’s going on here. He’s slipping even more into his quiet Little space now that he’s dressed the part.
He nods again, then pats the bed. I laugh because my boy doesn’t need his voice to tell me exactly what he wants.
I strip down to my underwear, then climb in bed beside him. “Nap time,” I whisper as I press a kiss to his forehead.
My boy turns to his side, then reaches back for my arm. The second he’s got hold of me, I’m being pulled to mold against his back. It’s the exact way we slept last night.
