How was it that everything was automatically so much better in Daddy’s lap?
I didn’t know, but I also didn’t want it to end. Which was dumb, because as wonderful as he was being, I’d just confessed everything about the lie we’d told him. He hadn’t gotten mad, but he also hadn’t said it was okay. He’d just wanted to comfort me, but if he still wanted either of us after hearing all of it, he had to be some kind of saint.
And I was pretty sure America didn’t have those.
“You and Jules said you loved each other last night,” Daddy said.
I nodded, even though it hadn’t been a question. “We do. Of course we do.”
Deep down inside, I was still sure of that, no matter how many worst case scenarios about Jules sashaying away from my life forever my brain had tried to cook up.
“I know,” Daddy said, turning me sideways so I had to look at him. He smiled. “It looked, sounded, and felt real. I didn’t, and don’t, doubt it for a moment. So despite Jules’ ‘plan,’ are you really so sure it’s all fake?”
“Not for me,” I answered, since apparently being on Daddy’s lap was like some kind of truth serum. “I’ve loved Jules forever, but he’s never even kissed me until what you saw last night. I’ve always wanted it to be real, though. And now, I want both of us—both me and Jules, I mean—to be Daddy’s boys. Your boys.”
Daddy made a low, grumbling sound of satisfaction that I felt more than heard, since Diva’s final number had just started and the brunch crowd was loving it loudly. The way Daddy’s arms flexed around me made it feel like we were in our own private bubble, though, and he must have liked my answer, because there was no mistaking the feel of his cock flexing under my bum, too.
He was holding me really tightly—like, really tightly—against him, but it felt so good to have just said it and gotten all those feelings off my chest, that I didn’t even mind all of my internal organs being squished into mush.
Oh, who was I trying to kid, I didn’t just not mind it. I never wanted it to end. I felt safe in Daddy’s arms, and I didn’t care who saw me there with him.
“Thank you for telling me, sweet boy,” Daddy said, his voice sounding suspiciously gravelly, like maybe I wasn’t the only one at the table who felt emotional this morning.
It made my heart soar… right before I realized that it didn’t change anything.
Well, no. Maybe it did. With Daddy. But not with Jules.
“That’s all what I want, Daddy, but Jules… he doesn’t,” I said, in case he hadn’t caught on to that part. “This is all fake to him, it’s just me who… who wants it to be real.”
Daddy smiled, and it was real. Or at least, the way he was looking at me felt like he wanted it to be real, too.
Even though it was just me.
“You’ve done the hard part by trusting me with your heart, little lamb, and now you’re going to let me take care of it for you, okay?”
My eyes welled up again. He wanted to do that?
He wasn’t done though.
“I’m going to take care of everything,” he said, wiping the moisture off my cheeks. “I’m going fix this, now that I understand what the problem is, because that’s what Daddies do. And Isaac?”
“Yes, Daddy?” I asked, feeling hopeful and breathless and hopeful and did I mention hopeful again?
He kissed my neck, licking it a little… then biting. I shivered, and then Daddy kissed me, until I was clinging to him and squirming on his lap and getting my trousers in a truly indecent state.
And then he said the words I’d hoped for from the first time Jules had explained what a Daddy actually was… but even more so once I’d met Roman and understood the way a Daddy could actually make me feel.
“I am your Daddy,” Daddy Roman said, leaving no room for doubting. “And I will take care of you, sweetheart. Because you’re mine now.”
And then I was crying all over again, because it was exactly what I wanted.
Well, except for the part where Jules wasn’t included.
But I was starting to believe that maybe, just maybe, Daddy could fix that, too.
10
Roman
