“Loving you has nothing to do with you being little,” he reassured me. “Do I love watching you let
your little side out to play? More than you could imagine. Do I want to keep pushing your boundaries
to see just how far my little boy would like to regress? Absolutely.” He rested a hand over my chest.
“But even without any little time, you will always be my boy. Maybe that wasn’t obvious since this
started out as me just helping you explore that side of yourself, but somewhere along the way, I fell in
love with all of you. You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. You’re selfless, always
worrying about everyone else, even when it means ignoring your own needs. We’ll make it work. If
little time is something we always save for my place or stolen moments at work, then it’ll be a treat
we can both look forward to.”
“You really mean that, don’t you?”
William carded his fingers through my hair. “Of course. I will never lie to you.”
“I know, but hearing it makes me feel better.”
“And remember, there’s plenty I can do to you without crossing those boundaries.” The rumble of
his voice vibrated through my entire body. My cock thickened against William’s. When he fisted my
hair in his hand, yanking my head back, I nearly came in my pants. “I will always be Daddy to you.
Got it? Whether you’re my sweet little boy learning to let go or my dirty boy begging to be taught a
lesson, I’ve always got you.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I responded breathlessly. Even as my dick grew painfully hard, I felt the tension
leave my body.
Daddy—god, it felt good to not stop myself from thinking of him that way—shoved his free hand
down the back of my pants. His middle finger pressed against the top of my crack. I rocked my hips,
desperate to feel him there. “Feel better now, boy?”
“Yes,” I sighed.
I whimpered when he pulled his hand away. That wasn’t right. He was supposed to fuck me, open
me, get me ready for his thick cock. “Go shower, baby. Make sure you get yourself good and clean.”
“You’re not coming with me?” It’d be a tight fit with both of us in the shower, but I didn’t want
him to leave me. I felt better now that we’d cleared the air but our relationship still felt fragile.
“No. I’m going to clean up the sandwiches so they’re not sitting out all night. Do you have
coffee?”
“Yeah, but it’s too late for—”
