I tried to be annoyed with him but instead I said, “How do you know me so well in such a short time?”
Jude shrugged and said, “No more deflecting, Ethan.”
“We’ve touched on the subject of how our sexual identities are fluid. Just as how we perceive ourselves within the BDSM community. I’ve been in flux since I’ve met you. I don’t know if in me taking the lead sexually it’s opened a new lens for me to see myself through or what? But I’ve tossed the notion around in my head all week and then as soon as we got home, I stopped myself until…”
“Until what?”
“When I was getting prepared to put my cock in you, I don’t know… I needed you to be certain that I’d never hurt you. That I crave to be your everything. Your protector, the person you go to when you need to know you’re safe, and your lover.”
“Are those the qualities of a Daddy in a Daddy/boy relationship?”
“Succinctly put, they are for me,” I answered, feeling more confident as I spoke. “And I feel that I’m already those things for you. Or at least, I’m aiming to be all those things. Why did you ask?”
“I was curious because when we were in the middle of sex, you might not have noticed but I didn’t refer to you by name. Or maybe once I did, but I called you Ethan.”
“I did,” I interrupted and it bothered me.
“Well, addressing you as Ethan when what we did was so incredibly intimate. It felt cold compared to the warmth that radiated through me whenever you referred to me as your baby. But I had nothing else. But then, when you asked me if I wanted Daddy’s cock, I was a bit taken aback but as you saw, I got over the surprise quickly.” Jude cradled the side of my face and scratched his fingers through my scruff. “I’m happy to be your baby or baby boy. Any endearment that marks you as my Daddy.”
“Do you prefer me being your Daddy only during sex?”
Jude scrunched up his nose, as if he smelled something unpleasant. And then with a merry twinkle in his eyes, he said, “No, Daddy. I prefer all the time, unless we’re with people that we can’t be ourselves with. Do you agree?”
“Very much so,” I said. “Regarding Mamma and Frank, we’ll have to play it by ear. Gabby and Teddy will be fine. Although with Teddy it hardly matters, since I have a feeling that he’ll be moving to London in the near future.”
Jude tugged on one of my nipple rings, stretching it out until I felt my cock twitch to life. I didn’t think I was capable of getting hard so soon after dumping a load not fifteen minutes ago, but there I was with a cock ready to roar back to life. “Do you want me to blow you in the shower, Daddy?”
His words made my cock grow hotter, and harder than a tree log. I thought in that moment that eventually, when we were both comfortable in our reversed roles, that I’d want to take him apart completely, only to put him back together again. I’d heard submissives who were in committed relationships talk about their Doms going so animalistic on them that they’d see stars and the moon and beg for more. They claimed that they’d never felt more treasured during aftercare than when their Doms helped them come down from subspace. “No, baby, tonightDaddy’s going to take care of you.” Jude was still playing with my nipple rings, and precum was beading on my slit.
“Are you sure, Daddy?”
“Very, I’m hungry for your hole with my mouth.”
I gave him a slap on his ass, and he jumped from the bed, his dick as erect as mine. He gave his own ass a slap and wriggled it for me and I knew my slutty baby was ready for play.
We stayed in the shower until the water ran cold, then toweled quickly before climbing into bed under the covers. His back was to me and I held him tight, my cock totally spent with no chance of a repeat, even although inhaling his scent of musk and sandalwood made me horny.
Jude, me, and the moonlight that drifted through the curtains to the distant bellow of an ocean liner coming into port. I liked to think that I’d be holding him like this forever. But his reminder for me not to push him about the baby was a stark reminder and scared the shit out of me. Hell, he’d been clear about his position. I was the one who was in denial. And that was me being selfish. The facts were that Jude had a lot he had to settle that was imminent without being concerned about an event seven months away.
He stirred in my arms. “You’re not sleeping yet.”
I nudged his chin so he’d turn his face toward me. “I just wanted one more look at you.” I leaned in and our breaths met on a whisper. “Good night, sweet baby.”
“Same to you, Daddy,” he said and backed up into me, a soft smile on his face before he tucked his head under my chin.
Minutes later, while he slept, I was wide awake thinking about girl names. God, I wasroyally fucked.
TWENTY-ONE
JUDE
On the following Thursday,I had an appointment with Bishop Sanchez while Ethan was at work. I hadn’t told him that I’d set it up through Inés. He would’ve insisted on driving me, and this meeting was one that I had to face alone. The only thing that worried me was if he’d taken it upon himself to include Father Matthew in the meeting.
When the bishop opened the door and let me in, unlike the other times he didn’t take me to the room where the confessional was. Instead, he gestured for me to take a seat on a chair in his living room. I set my backpack on the floor and he sat on the settee opposite. Without an ounce of pleasantness, he asked in a flat tone, “Why are you here, Father Jude?”
I unzipped my backpack and pulled a folder out. Laying it on my lap, I said, “I’m here because I’m requesting you to file a grievance against Father Matthew.”
“For what?” The bishop sounded aggrieved, as if I was filing against him.
