I lifted him off my lap and held him away from me, panting to regain control.
“Daddy?” he mumbled, dragging his heavy eyelids open and piercing me right through with the lust-drunk beauty of his summer-sky eyes.
I might have expected to see a summer storm there, given how prominent his arousal was, but not my boy. The more control I took, the calmer he got, and even though his pupils had almost obliterated the irises—a testament to his body’s needs—there wasn’t any urgency in his eyes.
Only trust, and acceptance, and a dazed sort of peace.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” I promised, the look on his face giving me everything I needed to get myself under control again. I set him on his feet and got to my own, smoothing my hand over his hair. “Let’s get you in the shower.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he said docilely, not questioning the end of our make-out session, or sparing a glance down at his straining cock, or seeming to notice the dark wet spot that had appeared on the fabric of his shorts, making my mouth water.
I had originally intended to reach out to The Plazerra’s management while he cleaned himself up and relaxed under a warm spray, giving him something pleasant to do while I took care of business. But business would have to wait.
I mildly regretted any disruption I’d be causing them when I contacted them in the morning with such short notice about the meeting I’d put off from today, but it couldn’t be helped. I had my priorities, and from here on out, taking care of Rene would always be at the top of that list.
And right now? I still wanted him to experience the pleasure of warm water on his naked skin, but I’d be the one who took charge of that for him now. He was flushed, and beautiful, and so dazed and compliant that he was in no shape to try it on his own. Which was perfect, because it wasn’t about him needing to cleanse himself. It was about finding every way to make him feel good that I could. Not just with orgasms, but by spoiling and indulging and pampering him in a thousand small ways that I suspected he didn’t usually make time for.
And yes, I also planned on making him come tonight. His cock, and every other part of him, seemed to work just fine as long as he was getting what he truly needed. But more than that, I wanted him to feel cared for.
I was half tempted to carry him into the bathroom myself, but instead I took his hand and led him there.
“No, baby,” I murmured, capturing his hand when he reached for his shirt as if to start undressing himself. I brought it to my lips, then returned it to his side. “Remember when you let me dress you in the robe?”
He nodded, sucking in his lower lip as his cheeks started to crease with a smile.
“This is going to be just like that. You’re going to let Daddy take care of everything.” His smile broke out in full, so it seemed almost redundant to ask, “Can you be my good little—”
I had intended to say, “can you be my good little boy and do that for me,” since that was the kink he gravitated to. Or if I’d thought about it, I might have called him “baby,” because it fell so naturally from my lips around him, and had ever since I’d first started to feel like he was mine.
But instead, what actually slipped out, without my permission and with no premeditation, was—
“Can you be my good little doll, and—”
The words caught in my throat as soon as I realized what I’d actually said… and how it had made my cock pulse with interest, throbbing so hard it was a wonder it didn’t do some damage.
But Rene was still staring up at me like I’d hung the moon, not seeming to have caught my verbal stumble at all, so I cleared my throat and went with it. “My doll… baby,” I hedged, then decided it fit him perfectly. I tilted his chin up, rubbing my thumb across his lips just to see him react.
Which he did.
Instantly.
Erotically.
Beautifully.
“Can you be Daddy’s good little dollbaby?” I asked huskily, “and let me undress you for the shower now, beautiful boy?”
Rene nodded, tiny tremors of arousal still going through him as his tongue darted out to taste my touch on his lips. Then he held his arms away from his sides as if to make it easier for me to take his shirt off, the thick ridge of his cock pressed against his shorts in a way that couldn’t have been comfortable.
Despite that, he neither rushed me to free him, nor shied away from the idea of me undressing him, nothing but total acceptance for Daddy’s control on his face.
I reached for his shirt, pulling it up and off over his head, lifting each of his arms as I did so because he truly had taken me at my word and was letting me be in charge of all of it.
And Christ, he wasbeyondbeautiful. I’d said it dozens of times already, and it was true both inside and out, but… damn. With his skin bared and his trust in me complete?
“Sweetheart,” I murmured after I’d folded the shirt carefully and placed it on the counter behind us. I ran my hand over his lightly defined chest. “Look at you. Do you know how perfect you are for me?”
His cheeks flushed a darker shade of pink, the color racing down his throat and spreading over his chest. “I want to be,” he whispered.
