He wasforever-mine.
“Rene,” I said, bringing his hand up to my lips and pressing a kiss onto his palm. “I will tell you every day if you need to hear it, but… anything you need. Always.”
“I just need you,” he said, making my heart do a slow roll in my chest. He sucked his lower lip between his teeth, his cheeks creasing in the beginnings of a smile as he dropped his eyes and whispered, “And I was hoping… I was hoping you needed me, too?”
“Always,” I repeated instantly.
He looked up. “I meant I was hoping you needed menow… the way you’ve said? That we could do that this morning, instead of… instead of anything else?”
Pink flooded his cheeks, but he didn’t drop his eyes, and suddenly, Iknew.
“Are you asking me to make love to you, sweetheart?”
He gave a short, jerky nod, his blush deepening. But he still didn’t look away. My brave boy.
“Not as your doll, though, would that be okay? Not this time? I want that, too, but right now I just want to… um, I want to try, if you think you’d like to do it even if I’m just me, then I’d like to—”
“Rene,” I cut in, gathering him against me. “There’s no ‘just’ about you. But yes, I want to be with you in all ways. I love it when you’re my doll, but it’syouI love.”
He made a beautiful little sound, his eyes going wide. Then that gorgeous mouth of his spread in an unstoppable smile that he didn’t duck away from or try to hide.
“You do love me. You love me? Youloveme.” His smile got impossibly wider, but then he added, “It’s… it’s soon—”
“It is,” I acknowledged, knowing for sure that my smile was just as wide as his was.
“—but after what you said before, well… I thought you might,” Rene finished cheekily, making me laugh in the most wonderful way, the sound, and all the joy it contained, bursting out of me without any warning and making my boyglow.
Especially when he shyly added, “And in case I didn’t say, I’m in love with you, too.”
And how could Inotkiss him again after that?
But eventually, his panting responsiveness let me know it was time for more.
“Let’s start in the shower, sweetheart,” I said. “And then I’ll love you the way you deserve.”
I gathered him up without giving him a chance to protest and carried him in there, determined to satisfy both my needs and his by taking care of him in every possible way.
Not that hetriedto protest. Whether he was my dollbaby or Daddy’s sweet, shy boy or simply Rene, who I’d fallen for fast but would keep by my side forever, he still craved my care and control. He was still happy to submit to my guidance and let me take the lead as I cleaned him up under the warm spray and started to prepare him to take my cock. He still trusted me—a gift I would never take for granted—with his body, heart, and soul.
And I would move heaven and earth to always prove worthy of that trust. It was the only thing that mattered.
“Have you bottomed before, baby?” I asked, leading him back to the bed once he was cleaned, naked, and ready for me, inside and out.
Rene bit his lip, his forehead creasing. “Um… I’ve tried?”
“Would you prefer to top?” I asked, suspecting that I knew his answer even before he gave it, since he’d already told me about his past performance anxiety with that gorgeous cock of his.
Still, I wanted him to know—always—that anything he wanted to try, anything that worked for him, was always something that I’d make work for me, too.
Just as I’d thought, though, he started frantically shaking his head, his eyes dropping to my cock and then darting up to meet mine again. “No, unless you… you want me to do that? But I don’t… um, I’d rather not. I want you to, I mean, I haven’t, I’m just not sure how—”
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” I cut him off, guiding him down onto the bed. “And no, I don’t need you to top. Not ever, if you’re not interested in it.”
“I just want to feel you inside me, Daddy,” he said, his cock—already hard for me thanks to the thorough cleaning and care I’d given him in the shower—proving his interest by twitching toward his stomach as he scooted backward, moving himself toward the head of the bed.
“I want that, too, beautiful,” I assured him, climbing onto the bed and crawling after him, stalking him like my perfect prey. “I want your gorgeous little ass to become my cock’s new home. I want it to start to feel lonely whenever I’m not filling you. I want to fuck you, baby, as deep and as often as you’ll let me, because if I’m right about how sensitive your hot little hole is—” And I already suspected I was, just from the little bit we’d played so far, “—then nothing will make my precious boy feel as good as taking his Daddy’s cock.”
I was expecting a reply along the lines of one of his breathless and beguiling “yes, pleases,” or possibly some pretty begging, since I’d already prepped him a bit in the shower and knew his hole had to feel desperate to be filled again, but instead my boy stopped me with a hand on my chest, eyes wide and cheeks flushed, and shook his head.
