“Quickly. I expect you to obey to the best of your ability.”
There was the unmistakable sound of a scramble as he let out a harsh breath, and when I finally turned around, it was to the sight of him struggling with his tie. He got the loop of fabric up and over his head and flung it free of himself. Next, he popped the top button on his shirt with a quiet “fuck” and hurried through opening the rest of them. He bit his lip and glanced at me, but I was too busy watching the show.
My cock throbbed in appreciation of his crazy rush to obey my simplest words. He peeled his undershirt up and off and his creamy skin came into view. He shivered, and I took the opportunity to go to the corner and turn on the space heater while he struggled with his belt, and by the time I paced back to where I’d started, he was naked, his clothes folded in a neat pile at his side. He dropped to the floor and his knees thudded. With a wince, he laid his hands on his thighs. His dick was fat and hard, and the glistening tip strained in an attempt to kiss his navel. He clearly wasn’t sure where his gaze should be, but I’d let him figure that out. I didn’t want to tell him that he couldn’t watch me right now, not when everything was so new, though in the future I might like to see his eyes downcast.
“Are you comfortable that way, boy?” I murmured.
He gave me a jerky nod, and I let his nonverbal response go because hehadanswered, though I’d address how I wanted him to respond to questions in the future. I had so many rules I planned for him to follow, and the idea of him well-behaved and struggling to please me made me harder in my pants. His chest rose and fell fast and the movement showed off the nubs of his peaked, pink nipples, though if his state was from the slight chill in the air or arousal, I wasn’t sure.
“Good. Up. Follow me.”
“Daddy…,” he whispered, without even a hint he was preparing to obey my order, and I frowned and stilled.
“Yes, boy?”
He tilted his chin, and all the adoration and worship I’d seen that first night when he had my cock in his mouth sparkled in his eyes. “Thank you for doing this. For… for bringing me home.”
My heart felt like it might burst with pleasure. I stepped close to him and looped the velvet strand loosely around the back of his neck, drawing him to his feet with the pressure from the soft restraint. Stretched tall, he was all sharp, defined lines and soft, muscled curves. I urged him closer with the velvet until he was on his tiptoes, pressed naked against my front.
“You’re welcome, boy.” I lowered my mouth and struggled to keep the kiss I gave him a brush of lips, but I’d missed him. I sealed my mouth to his, urging his lips apart with my tongue, and he fell against me so that I let go of the velvet and palmed his ass to hold him. I luxuriated in the silky heat of his mouth and danced the tip of my tongue over his.
His moans became whimpers as I wrapped one hand around his throat and tilted his head to get a better angle to fuck my tongue into his mouth, still massaging an asscheek. He quivered and gasped when I jerked him forward roughly, and his cock ground against my thigh. When I pulled away to lose myself in his eyes, he whimpered.
“Daddy wants to take you into the bathroom to get you ready. I know you won’t want to skip that. What do you think? I want an answer, boy.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
His eyes were lust-glazed and sweat trickled down his right temple. I swiped the drop away from his skin and stuck my fingertips in my mouth to taste the salt. It reminded me of cum and I wanted more. He was fucking destroyed already and I loved it.
“Are you ready for me, boy?”
He nodded, and I grabbed the ends of the velvet strand, using it as a makeshift lead. I tightened the soft strings in my hand close to his neck to form a temporary collar. His lips parted as I tugged lightly on the velvet to direct him toward the door.
“Daddy, the… the heater. I’m sorry if I’m ruining this,” he said in a whispered rush. He cringed.
“No, I told you I’d remember. You did the right thing to remind me.” Smirking, I led him along behind me as I went over to turn off and unplug the space heater. He had to bend and move with me, and the most incredible small sounds escaped him. When we were finally out in the hallway, he trembled as he walked behind me with his hard cock bouncing ahead of him, and it was easy to see his brain kicking in as we left the safety of the playroom. That clear discomfort gave me something to work on. I wanted this entire house to be his safety zone. I tightened my hold on his lead and turned to walk backward so he was looking at me as we went into the bathroom.
“Boy, you want to fuck me. Tell Daddy what you want to do to him.”
Max’s mouth dropped open. “I… I….”
“Do you want to spread my ass open with your cock?”
His cheeks burst into color and he nodded.
“The first night we were together, you weren’t my… no, that’s not right.” I took a deep breath as I stopped in the bathroom and stared down at his bare, vulnerable feet and adorable wriggling toes because I couldn’t even say he hadn’t been my boy. I’d been considering him mine for a long while now, far longer than when we first fucked. Maybe I’d been thinking of him as mine since the first day Vane gave him to me as a responsibility. “We weren’t committed to our roles the night I fucked you, so I gave you the choice to be in the bathroom by yourself to get ready. Tonight I’m your Daddy, and I’m going to take care of you, but part of being my boy, if you want to get a reward for being so brave and coming here tonight, is helping me to get ready, too. Daddies teach their boys to do things the right way, and there’s no better way to learn something than by doing it. What do you think about that, boy?”
If he balked, I’d help him douche and then send him to wait while I got ready, but he bit his lip and seemed to be thinking. “Yes, Daddy, I want a reward. I… want to be a good boy, Daddy.” There was such longing in his voice, it broke my heart a little.
I circled an arm around his slim hips and kissed him again, sucking his lips and drifting the velvet restraint over one of his nipples until he mewled into my mouth. This prep was a different experience with him hard and eager already. I sucked his bottom lip and let it go with a small pop.
“Do you trust me, boy?”
There was a split second of hesitation and then he nodded. I drew the velvet from around his neck and quickly tied a hobble knot. His mouth fell open as he watched, and I had to laugh as I held my handiwork up and he slid his hands through the loops. I tightened the velvet around his wrists and made sure the cuffs weren’t too tight to allow him to help me. The rest of the velvet trailed down to the floor like a decorative leash and I loved it.
“What do you think of that, boy?”
He frowned down. “I don’t know. It’s not bad.” There was consternation in the small twist of his lips, almost like he was worried he’d get into trouble if he was turned on and had fun at the same time. The almost smile was a good sign. I hoped that eventually he’d be able to really trust me, open up and show off his personality. I’d seen bits and pieces of the real Max so far, but there was more to him.
