By five-thirty, I would have shaken Daddy and begged him to fuck me if I thought he’d do it. But
he wouldn’t because he was trying to do right by me. I wondered if we would have had sex last night
if I wasn’t under William’s protection or if there was something more holding him back.
I’d lost count of the number of times I’d slid a hand over my undies wanting to feel it, but I was
being a good boy and pulled back.
“Someone’s wiggly this morning.” Theron’s normal voice turned me on but hearing it all rumbly
with sleep was next level. Daddy rolled to his side, sliding a hand over my hip. “Did you go back to
sleep like I told you to?”
“No. I tried, really I did, but my brain is a really loud place and it wouldn’t be quiet,” I rambled,
needing him to understand I wasn’ttryingto disobey him, it was my stupid brain that wouldn’t let me
sleep.
“And what was your brain telling you?” He rolled onto his side, pulling me so we were chest to
chest. His fingertips brushed against the waistband of my jammies making me rock into him. He was
hard as steel. I took a chance, resting my hand on his hip.
“You didn’t let me take care of you last night,” I pointed out. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to give
him a blowjob, but I could at least jerk him off. That would be a good first step. And maybe I could
kiss it so I could see if I liked the taste before he shoved his dick down my throat. “It doesn’t seem
fair that you got to touch me, but I didn’t even get to see you.”
“You want to see my body?” Theron chuckled as he pushed a hand into the back of my pajama
pants. “Is that what you’ve been thinking about this morning or is there something else you wanted?”
“Maybe I could touch you, too?” I suggested, although it came out sounding more like I was asking
permission. “It might be a good way for me to thank you for everything you bought me last night.”
Theron pulled his hand free, then sat up with his back against the headboard, and lifted me onto
his lap. “I didn’t spoil you in exchange for sexual favors, Sammy. I did that because I want you to be
my boy, and there were things we needed to make you comfortable here. It’s no different to me than
when I first moved into the house and I had to go shopping for a lot more stuff than I would normally
buy. Yes, I will probably buy more, but not because I’m expecting something in return. Got it?”
“I know, and maybe I didn’t say it right, but I want you to know how much it means to me that you
were willing to get things for me,” I clarified. “And then you did the other stuff, too.”
I really hoped he understood what I meant by ‘other stuff’, because just thinking about having to
