“Okay, Zayden, sweetie. Can you stand up? I’d like a couple that way. Dare, get in there now. We need you, too, Daddy.”
Z’s smile went supernova at the word Daddy, and it hit me that maybe Cedar was playing into his kink rather than just trying to be clever and make fun of me. I wasn’t sure if I was grateful or unsettled. I went to Z, and he held out his hands for me, gasping when he glanced down my body.
“You look amazing,” I murmured.
“Thank you.”
I kissed him, not thinking, and the sound of the camera nearby had me stilling.
“Don’t freeze up, just love your boy,” Cedar called. “Hiro, can you go tug down the legs on those shorts.”
“No,” I said sharply when he started toward Z to follow through on what Cedar had said. “I’ll do it.” I dropped to a knee and smoothed out the legs on the shorts. Z was hard, and between the thin fabric and whatever tiny underwear he had on underneath them, they weren’t doing much to hide his cock. I glared at Cedar. “Don’t ask him to go near my boy again.”
Z let out a happy little moan. “Daddy,” he whispered. I glanced up, and he ran a hand through my hair. Cedar’s camera clicked, but I stopped paying attention as I laid a kiss on the belly, then stood and gathered Z in my arms again. We kissed in the sunshine for a while, lazy and wonderful.
“Okay, so let me see what you’ve done to him. Turn him. Show off that boy of yours,” Cedar encouraged. “He’s so pretty and you want everyone to see, don’t you?”
Z smiled up at me, and I nodded, spinning him in my arms and cupping my hands around his belly. He rested his fingers on top of mine and leaned his head back against my chest. After a few more clicks of the camera, Cedar let out a triumphant whoop. “We’ve got the exterior shots. Now, to the boudoir part. We have a room set up inside,” he said and waggled his eyebrows.
Hiro actually looked smug as he walked over and picked up the piece of fabric after we stepped off it.
Cedar led the way through a door on the back side of the cottage, and I blinked as we stepped into the darkness. The area reminded me more of a theater stage than a bedroom. There were bare wood walls, but in the center of three angled lights there was a bed with shimmery white cloth, the same kind that had been on the ground outside, hanging from a frame suspended by metal chains from the ceiling. The backdrop circled most of the fake bedroom. The bed itself was a large four-poster piece of bedtime gingerbread most normal people probably would never have in their house. The light wooden poles were carved with flowers and ivy, and the white theme extended to the mountain of pillows and comforter. My cock throbbed and I gasped at the sensation. I wasn’t sure I’d ever been this hard for this long.
“Come on, sweetie. Zayden, come over here,” Cedar called. Z gave my hand a squeeze, then met up with Cedar.
“You’ll want to get closer,” Hiro said, the corner of his mouth kicking up, and I followed him to stand near one of the big lights that were focused on Z. He was on the bed, cuddling a pillow.
“Pop your knee in the air, honey. Let us see how much you want your Daddy,” Cedar said as he worked, snapping photos as he moved. He never stood still, and it was clear he was a real professional. Whatever deal Zayden had worked out with him—probably through Nicky, who knew every person on the planet—we would be seriously underpaying the man.
My cock ached when Z spread his legs, and Cedar let out a quiet, approving little moan. Somehow the head of Z’s cock had pushed up above the waistband of the shorts, whether it was from how he was moving or put there on purpose, I had no idea. I could tell even from a few feet away that it was pink and he was leaking. Cedar crept closer to the bed, but Zayden only stared at me, rocking his hips.
“Oh, that’s pretty. I’m sure your Daddy appreciates it,” Cedar said.
“Oh, I really fucking do.”
Z snickered.
“Come here, Dare,” Cedar said, and I jolted in place. I’d almost forgotten I was alive for a second. “Sit down on the bed with your husband.”
“We’re not married.”
“Well, you better, or this baby will be a bastard.”
I groaned, and Z leaned against me as I sat down, laughing too hard at the bad joke. Cedar kept snapping shots.
“Put him on your lap,” Hiro said from somewhere in the shadows.
Z blushed, and I leaned over to slide my arms around him. Between the two of us he ended up on my lap in the middle of the bed. Z dragged my hands to his belly before resting his palms on top of mine. He tilted his head back to look at me, and my heart hammered so hard I swore I could taste it on my tongue. I rubbed the belly, and he whimpered.
“This is mine. You’re mine. No one else is touching you anymore, Z. Do you get that? No more boyfriends. This is it. I can’t stand the thought of another man with his hands on you. I….” Rubbing my fingers over his belly, a wild possessiveness rocked me to my core, and maybe I finally understood what Z loved about this. Every piece of his kink meant he would be tied to me in some real, tangible, indisputable way. And I wanted that. I wanted everyone to know he was mine, and I fucked him, and I… I owned him. “You’re my boy. I love that we’re going to have pictures, and you know what else? I love Cedar and Hiro seeing how much you want your Daddy. Seeing your cock so hard for me. They know I’m your Daddy, boy, and they know not to touch you because you’re mine.”
“Fern.” Z trembled in my arms. “You’re going to fucking make me come. Holy of holies. Please, Daddy.” He tipped his head back and rocked his hips.
I leaned down and kissed Z on the lips. The sound of the camera whirring nearby didn’t make me shy, if anything it made me eat at his mouth harder. After a while the camera stopped, and I turned Z on my lap so his sweet baby bump pressed against my stomach. He whined and wriggled, and I laughed when I worked out that the bigger belly was keeping him from rubbing his cock against me the way he wanted. There was a final snap of the camera, then nothing except Cedar chuckling.
“Wonderful work, guys. I need to go check on these shots.”
There was a throat clearing nearby. “It’s not unusual for these types of shoots to work a couple up,” Hiro said and tossed a bottle of lube on the bed with a wink. “Have fun, guys. Don’t worry. We send the bedding out to be laundered by professionals.”
