“Do you know what we’re going to do?”
“What?” My chest felt heavy and it was hard to breathe. Dare had taken on the role of Daddy with a confidence I hadn’t expected. Last night had been a start, but this morning was different. It was as though he’d made up his mind while I’d slept—he knew what he wanted and that was to be mine.
“We’re going to take a paternity shoot.”
His words echoed in my mind for a few long seconds, and I still didn’t understand, even after I had a moment to think. I frowned. “I don’t get it.”
He smiled and stepped back until he was near my nightstand. He grabbed his phone from his pocket and waved it at me. “I want to take photos of you, like it’s a maternity photo shoot. I want to see you full of Daddy’s baby and posing for me.”
“Oh.” Wow, I’d never imagined anything like that before. The thought both excited and terrified me. What if someone saw me on his phone? I chewed on my bottom lip and cupped my belly. “You won’t show anyone else, Daddy?”
Dare blanched and strode toward me, curling his arms around my waist and dragging me close. The warmth of his body had me sighing into him, and I buried my face against his neck, inhaling his scent—a mixture of the cilantro and oregano he’d used in the burritos and sandalwood from his soap.
“Never,” he said strongly into my ear. “I wouldneverhurt you like that, Z. I’m not your exes. I care so much about you. I… I love you.”
I sucked in a breath and pulled back to stare at him. He’d said it before, but not quite like this, with so much passion and certainty. It left me breathless. “You love me? Like, really love me?”
“For longer than I knew. And I need you to understand I mean it. I love you more than anyone else ever could. I love you so much it hurts to think about how many other men I let break your heart, when it could have been me front and center to love you the entire time.” He held me tighter, and I went back to the safety of my face hidden against his neck. “I’m sorry it took me so long to realize.”
“Don’t be. I shouldn’t have been so scared. I knew you wouldn’t hurt me.” I laid a kiss on the skin where his neck met his shoulder, and he trembled. “I love you, too, Daddy. I trust you. Please take those photos of me.”
“You’re such a good boy.” He ran his hands down my arms as he stepped away. “I think you’re so beautiful like this. I always want to keep a reminder with me.” His mouth swept into a half smirk. “And maybe at work I can sneak into the bathroom and rub one out while I look at the photos.”
“Dare!” I laughed. My face went hot again and I groaned. “How do you want me, Daddy?”
“Uh.” He glanced around the room, frowning. “I’m not good at this photography thing. Do you think we could do one ourselves, and then we could hire a professional to do it?”
“A professional?” I echoed, mouth dropping open. “Like a professional photo shoot? Um. Yeah, I guess so?” I bit down on my bottom lip—hard. For so long I’d been secretive about what I enjoyed, but the pride Dare had in me was exhilarating. “Nicky was talking about this BDSM and boudoir photographer one day. Said he shot all kinds of photos for couples. Maybe we could ask him? I don’t know how much he is.”
He grinned. “If you’re comfortable with that. I could be in the pictures with you.”
I laughed, partly in embarrassment but also excitement. My cock jumped at the thought of us being in paternity photos together. Was that weird? I didn’t care if it was. I wanted it as much as Dare. “Let’s do it, Daddy.”
“Let’s do it,” he repeated, grin so wide I was surprised it hadn’t broken his face. “For now, can I take pictures of you like this?”
I nodded eagerly. “Tell me where you want me.”
“There?” He pointed to the bed, which was perfectly made. I assumed Mrs. Darrow had done it before she left.
Sliding onto the mattress, I smiled up at him. “Direct me?”
“Like this.” He gently pushed me down on my side and dragged my left knee up until it was cuddled under the belly. He guided my arm to cup the belly from beneath as well. I felt exposed even with the underwear on, but he stared at me as though I was a rare diamond, and I couldn’t help but melt under his gaze. “You’re beautiful, boy. Fuck, I never thought I’d be into this.”
The bulge in his jeans agreed with what he’d said. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but I resisted as he stepped back and unlocked his phone. He faced the camera toward me, and I gave him the sultriest look I had when he took the picture.
“Fuck,” he murmured, reaching down to rearrange himself. “You make me so fucking hard. I’m ready to bust.”
Hard enough to fuck me?I didn’t say it, no matter how much I wanted to ask. I so badly needed his cock in my ass, but I never wanted to rush him. If it was time he desired, I’d give it to him.
Next, he had me against the wall in a position that had my cheeks so red I thought I’d explode into fire. My back was pressed against the wall, legs spread, and one hand on the belly. The other arm was over my head. I supposed the pose was sexy rather than paternity, but I enjoyed how it made me feel. Powerful. The way he stared had me riding new levels of a high I hadn’t reached before.
“Would it be all right if you pulled your cock out, boy? Would you do that for me?”
I nodded. At this point I’d doanythingfor him. I freed my cock from my underwear and wrapped my fist around it.
“Yes. Go ahead,” he said.
I tugged my hard-on gently. I didn’t want to play too much with myself, though, because I was already rock hard, the head of my erection blushing red.
