“Memphis, would you like a drink?” I ask him again. He turns away from the photograph to look at me. He tries to smile but it breaks when his chin wobbles. The drinks can wait. I stride up to him and take hold of his shoulders. “Don’t look back; you’re here again now.”
He nods, and I pull him in for a hug. His arms slide up my back, and he fists my T-shirt and holds on tight. “I am… But seeing us together like that makes me realise what I missed.”
“No regrets, Memphis. As hard as it is to admit, you did the right thing. We were brothers in that picture. We’ve lost that now—this is a new start.” I press a kiss to his forehead. “Why don’t I get us a drink? I want you to tell me about you when youregress. What you like and dislike when you’re little, and I can tell you about me as a Daddy.”
“Do you have any wine?”
“I do. White or red?”
“White, please.”
I get us our drinks and lead him to the large tan leather sofa. He takes his glass and sips, then smiles. “That’s nice.” Then holding the glass in his lap, he looks at me. “For a long time I felt like a little, not ABDL, but the sense of peace I could get from colouring or playing with Lego, but I changed as I became more confident as a sub, and while being little is fun sometimes, I love the fun I can have if I’m a bit bratty or if I show off. But it’s a Daddy Dom I’m looking for.”
“What about what you like to wear? Not day to day, I’m guessing you dress the way you are now. But at the club. What I’ve seen so far is you like to be seen and, like you said, to show off.”
He lets out a cute giggle. “Yeah, that’s pretty much it. I had to dress like that for my last partner, and it grew on me.”
He goes quiet, looking apprehensive, and the nervous lip bite is back again. He’s just mentioned a previous partner. It’s not like I expected him to stay celibate. I free the tortured flesh from his teeth with my thumb. “No biting that gorgeous lip.”
“I’m normally a good boy. I’m quiet and do as I’m told. But sometimes, it’s difficult to remember to be a good boy. I think spanking is always a good play punishment, but I have them as a genuine way to make me behave, to remind me that good boys behave.” He’s a little turned on at the moment. He’s squirming in his seat. I take his wine glass from him and place it on the coffee table.
“How about CBT? Do you like having your dick caged or your balls trapped? Do you have much experience or knowledge with these?”
Oh, it’s something he either enjoys, or likes the sound of, as his face reddens, and I can see the thick outline of his dick as it hardens in his jeans.
Fuck, he’s hitting all my buttons. Simon liked cages. He liked to edge me as a punishment, to show off how he controlled his little boy. I knew he wanted me aroused and desperate when I wore them in front of his friends, for their reactions to turn me on. He just took it too far. When I look up at Royal, there’s a knowing smirk on his handsome face; he knows I’m aroused, the shit.
“I think I may have hit jackpot, little boy.” His hand slides slowly up my inner thigh, sending fresh sparks directly to my dick and balls. “Which one has you squirming?”
I open my mouth to deny it, but all I manage is a pathetic squeak. I cover my mouth with my hand. It is too late, though. Royal laughs and grabs my hips, pulling me onto his lap. “God, you’re adorable.”
I’m sitting sideways on his lap, and that’s not what I want. My dick is aching for him to touch it. I shift so I can swing my leg over his thighs and straddle him. My dick presses up to his, and now, like at the gym, his hands grab my arse.
“I can’t wait to see you with your cock locked up tight,” he says as he sits up straight, his chest to mine. “Are we going to do this?”
“What this do you mean? Like sex now? Or a cage?” I’m not sure I’m ready for all of whatever his ‘this’ is. Hell, a fewhours ago, I thought he still hated me. This is going to be a rollercoaster ride.
He chuckles, then presses his mouth briefly to mine. “I meant us, as in you being my boy. Do you want me to be your Daddy?”
I start to bite my lip, but Royal’s eyes narrow, and I stop. We haven’t discussed his preferences; he might be too strict for my liking. He might want a 24/7 lifestyle, and that’s not what I’m ready for. I watch him as he flushes, and his face falls and his hands let go of my bum. He thinks I’ve changed my mind. That this, he, isn’t what I want after all.
“I do, but you haven’t told me what you like. You need to do more than agree with mine.” I doubt they’ll be far from my own, but we should make sure.
His expression picks up, and his hands roam over my bum again. “I’m a cuddly daddy. I like what you like, especially your choice of clothes. I tend to nurture; I’d like to cook and care for you. But I can be strict, and I don’t put up with mess or bratty behaviour. You say you like to sub, which suits me, because I have a Dom inside me that can enhance a scene.”
I agree with all his choices, but we haven’t talked about sex and how much it plays a part of our relationship. “What about sex?” I blurt out.
He frowns at me. “What do you mean?”
“Will we have it?” Oh god, what if he doesn’t do it with littles? Is it all about the looking after? No, he was happy to fuck that little at the picnic party. In fact, he was open to being watched, maybe something I’d like too. Especially when I’m being a little bratty and ready to be punished. Is it something he only does it at the club. I doubt he’ll be like Simon; he seems happy with pdas, if fucking in front of everyone is a public display of affection. I think it comes over more as complete exhibitionism.
“I hope so. I hope to have lots of it with you. I’m finding it very hard not to strip you naked and have you right now.” His eyes are already dark, now they seem to flame, ready to scorch me.
“I’m not opposed to that.” I try to sound calm that yes, I would like to do more now. But I know he has sussed me out, that I’m as eager as him.
His hands slip under my T-shirt and up my back as he leans in to capture my mouth again. There isn’t anything chaste about this kiss, his tongue pushes into my mouth to lick and stroke over my own. My hands find his hair and weave into the soft strands before holding on tight and letting him take control.
Before I know it, I’m on my back, the soft sofa cushions on my skin as he pulls my T-shirt over my head. His hands and mouth roam over my body, and he licks my neck and pinches at my pierced nipples until I’m crying out, my back arching up to keep his mouth on me.
