"You said she was there when you got out of the hospital, right?" I wrap my arms around him a bit tighter. He nods.
"She was there the day after, but then it was an all but forgotten thing the next. I don't mind it, though. I mean, I kind of wish that she would have asked more questions or really understood what I've been diagnosed with, but now I'll be living with you so it won't matter as much."
"And Daddy knows all about it now, so no sneaking around or thinking I won't notice the little signs."
Tyler sits up and looks me in the eyes. His eyes are bright. "Can we talk about what happens when I do throw a tantrum with you?"
"What do you want to happen?"
"I like your stern voice," he admits. "When you made me look into your eyes while you spoke. I found that way hotter than it should have been. I think I'd like to experiment with something like that."
"What you're saying is Daddy could tie you up and make you look at me while I do whatever I want?"
Tyler's eyes go wide and it's almost comical how hard he nods his head. "Yes, please."
"I think that would be a big punishment," I say. "You would have to do something that really pushes my buttons. Think you can do that?"
"Yes, Daddy. I can be the best… uh, not best Boy for you!"
I laugh and stand up, holding my hands out for him. "Right now, I think we should go to bed. I have work tomorrow and you have a lot to do. I've already given Remington and Garrett the signs to look out for, so there will be no hiding how you're feeling to them, okay?"
"Yes, Daddy."
I tug on his hand and move toward the bedroom. I strip out of my clothes while Tyler makes sure the alarm clock is set. We pull down the comforter and slide under the blankets. I lay on my back, but Tyler is a chronic stomach sleeper and snuggles up to my side. His fingers brush over my chest hair and I feel the weight of his head on my shoulder.
There is only a dim light coming from a lamp in the room. My hand travels up and down Tyler's back, trailing my fingers lightly over his skin. When my fingers touch the waistband of his underwear, they start the same trail back up to his shoulders.
It's a couple moments before I realize I can hear the small snores coming from Tyler. The last couple of weeks play through my mind. I've been in a kinky relationship before, but something about being a Daddy is a whole other level. It's fun and sexy, but what I didn't think would happen is it would help me as much as it does Tyler. I undersold how little control there was growing up. My parents didn't care. My brother turned out alright, moved away when he turned eighteen. I did the same and went to college. My sister, though, stayed in the town. She lived with our parents until she hit twenty-five. Last I heard, she was living with a guy in a trailer park. I'm not judging her at all and I call every now and then to check on her, but I do sometimes thinkour lives would have turned out differently if our parents were actual parents to us.
The few times we did get in trouble for something, it was met with a physical punishment. Spankings were the go-to, which is why my brother and I have both said neither of us would ever lay a hand on any kids we have. I try to not think about them, to keep those memories out of my head.
Thinking about punishments for Tyler, though, I can do that. They'll be what one person called funishments. I would never hurt him, never do anything without his permission or out of anger. I love that he's okay with bondage and I want to see how far he’s okay with it. I've read about writing lines and corner time, which would be things for smaller tantrums or if he doesn't listen to me. I close my eyes and start imagining different scenarios about Tyler acting out and what I would do as his Daddy for not listening.
A soft laugh breaks me from my almost dream. Tyler's eyes blink open and he lifts his head to look at me. "Daddy, you're supposed to be sleeping."
"I was almost there," I say. "I thought you were asleep."
"I was." He laughs again, but then shifts his knee which is spread over my hips. "But something poked me awake."
"Oops." I move my hand to my dick. "How about you lay back down and Daddy will take care of this real quick?"
"Nooo." He draws out the word and flops back down onto me. "Don't leave the bed. I'll miss you."
"I didn't say anything about leaving the bed, did I?" I push the blanket down so we're both exposed, and then shift my pajama pants down too. This is possibly one of the scenarios that was running through my head that got me in this situation, so why not see how it plays out? "Daddy is going to take care of this and you can watch, but you can't touch yourself."
"Huh?" He looks from me to where my hand is now wrapped around my cock and back. "Why?" I swear he sounds disappointed.
"Consider it your punishment for not listening to me earlier," I say easily.
"But— That's not fair." I'm enjoying this way too much. I stop my hand. “I already had to sit out longer.”
"Do you want to throw another tantrum and maybe Daddy won't even let you watch?"
"No." His movements are so fast that he bounces the mattress. It's hilarious. "I watch. Good boy."
I turn my head and kiss his forehead. "You are a good boy, Tyler. Can you reach over and get Daddy the lube, though?"
I want to drag this out for him, but it's after ten already and we do need to sleep. He does just as I asked and keeps his hands clear of my cock and his. I hear him making noises and every minute or so he flicks his eyes up to me. Seeing how much he's struggling to keep his hands to his chest and the obvious bulge in his underwear has me speeding up. I arch my back, really putting on a show for him. He's biting his bottom lip, eyes locked on my cock.
