He came up behind me and patted my ass. “Inside, boy. You’re going to learn a lesson.”
I groaned at the thought. “Yes, Daddy.”
15
JP
It probably wasn’t good that my hand was shaking as I closed the door to shut us, safe and sound, inside my playroom. My stomach had gone missing—was floating around somewhere in outer space with the satellites—and my groin already strained as my cock struggled to make a getaway from my pants. The deep, masculine scent of leather polish and wood hung heavy in the air, and on top of that I could also smell… Max, his cologne tinged slightly with his sweat. I wanted him so bad.
But I couldn’t let myself get lost right now. I had to guide these first moments along and be Max’s Daddy, shape this experience just right—sweet hell, he wants to fuck me. I couldn’t stop thinking about how satisfying it would be to have him in my ass. It had been a while since someone topped me, and I hadn’t banked on the simple suggestion of a fuck with Max boiling intense heat low in my abdomen that tingled on my cockhead and made it difficult to think. I let out a long breath and centered myself as I turned toward him. He stood near the spanking bench and darted his attention between the piece of leather-padded furniture and the wall of toys. He seemed interested and wasn’t panicking. Those were good things. No, it was me who was close to losing my mind this time. Relief eased my shoulders away from my ears and had me smiling.
I’d worried I might have misread him or turned him off spanking by charging in earlier without permission, but clearly whatever budding trust there was between us hadn’t been shaken. He huffed out a breath and shifted around to give me a tremble of a smile.
“What lesson am I learning, Daddy?”
“You want me to teach you?’
“Yes, please, Daddy.” His eyes shone with excitement. No hesitation. Did he trust me?
I’m his Daddy. Not Vic. Not anyone else. Me.My heart hammered as I paced around the edge of the room. I hadn’t planned too far ahead, certainly not beyond getting Max in the playroom door. I’d worried he’d get up the stairs, panic, and bolt.
That hadn’t happened.
I’d considered he might berate me for the weeks of inattention, when I’d stupidly thought Vic was his Daddy.
That hadn’t happened, either.
Max was a first for me, in that I’d expended more mental energy on him at this point than any other partner I’d ever played with and we hadn’t done much physically together yet. I felt close to him already, in spite of the fact we’d slept togetheronce. We were barely scraping the surface of getting to know each other, and I wanted more. My fingertips tingled and anticipation coiled inside me like a spring ready to snap.
“Daddy?” he asked as I swept my gaze from his feet to the top of his head.
“The first part of your lesson,” I said and forced myself back on track. “How you present yourself shows me a lot of things, Max.” I folded my hands together behind my back and straightened. His eyes went wider. “It shows me how confident you are in yourself. It shows me how much you want to please me. And it also shows me your willingness to play. I will never punish you if I ask you to present yourself to me and you choose not to do so. However, if you don’t do as I say, you must give me a reason why you’re not able to comply. I’m your Daddy. I will always be firm but kind. I do expect you to attempt to follow my wishes. In this room, you will always show me your best qualities because I know you’re very capable.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he said, snapping to attention the way he did at the office when I was giving him instructions. Fuck, the real torture between us would be the hours from nine to five every day. Happiness and excitement had me fighting off a grin.
“Get on your knees and present yourself to me. There is no wrong way right now. Do what feels right.”
“Here?” He glanced down and then back up quickly, as if worried this was some sort of trick.
“Yes.”
Max went to the floor and frowned while he moved his knees all around, apparently trying out positions, and I waited, my anticipation growing. Awkwardly he held his hands up, and when I said nothing, he settled them onto his thighs, though he kept darting glances my way. I refused to tell him how to be comfortable in his service, so I waited. After a few more minutes of fidgeting, he sank back a little and straightened his spine. All in all, it was a wonderful first try, and the only thing I could think about was that first blow job where the fire had danced shadows on his skin; he’d been stunning on his knees then, too.
“I’m very proud of you, Max. You’re a beautiful boy, and you please your Daddy.”
He smiled and ducked his head, his entire body seeming to inflate with the small praise. I loved his genuine reactions to compliments, both the embarrassment and the joy.
“No, chin up. You’re not ashamed or shy in this room, or anywhere in this house. You’re my beautiful boy and you’re going to show yourself off to your Daddy. Trust me, he wants to see you.”
I was a bastard, but I loved watching the struggle as he lifted his flushed face, and then I had the chance to study his excited, maybe slightly worried, brown eyes. The blush on his cheeks didn’t die down, only blazed brighter.
“Is this right, Daddy?”
I paced over and stopped about a foot away from him. He shifted as I stood still, and then I bent and placed both hands on his knees. I pressed a kiss to his lips as I pushed and spread his thighs apart. He gasped, and I licked at his silky bottom lip.
“Now it’s right,” I murmured and brushed another kiss to his cheek. “This is how I want you, if I tell you to present yourself.” I rose and went to the wall. There were so many choices, but I’d already spanked Max once today; his poor asscheeks needed a break. I pulled down the velvet restraints. They were soft and thin, not much of anything, but considering he’d never done much in the way of bondage, they would do. And he wouldn’t be able to snap the fabric, even if it felt fragile, which would encourage him to tug at it. I kept my back to him to hide my smile. “Strip and get back into position. Present yourself to me, boy.”
He squawked out a surprised sound.
