“What about work?” I asked.
“I’ll get our shifts covered. Perks of being the boss.”
I wanted to stay with all my heart, but what if Hiero decided he didn’t want me anymore? What if I wasn’t good enough or worthy of his care? But if that were the case, I’d rather know early on, before I got any deeper into my feelings for him. And even though I’d been lied to and manipulated by my parents and Cedrych and countless other lovers, I couldn’t help but be hopeful that this time would be different.
“I do want that, Daddy.”
He smiled, clearly pleased with my answer. “Then let’s rustle up some breakfast. I’m starving.”
We made smoothies–greens for him and fruit and honey for me–then Hiero played a few songs on his guitar while I sang for him. His praise seemed genuine, and it reminded me of my first passion, music, and how I might be able to pursue it here in the mountains, even if it was just singing and playing for the bar’s patrons. I wasn't interested in chasing fame and fortune like my father, I just wanted to perform for others on occasion.
After our impromptu music session, we got comfortable on the couch. Hiero had a bootleg summoner that could stream human channels, so I was able to catch up on all my shows. We took breaks in between to make out like fledglings, both of us sweaty and panting and just at the edge of release. Over and over he took me almost to the peak. It seemed Daddy was testing my obedience, but I was not a very patient boy.
“Aren’t you ever going to let me finish?” I asked him as sweetly as possible.
“Later, sweet thing,” he said with a wicked grin, which was the theme of the day, until it was much, much later when he had me in his bed again and torturously brought me to the precipice of climax before finally,finally, carrying me over.
As I lay in his big bed in a nest of fluffy pillows with my seed cooling on my belly and his release secured deep inside me, I watched him cross the room for a basin and wash rag and considered chaining myself to the bed so that I’d never have to leave his apartment. But that would make me just another of his crazy exes, wouldn't it?
In the shower on the morning of day two, after washing away the sweat and spend leftover from our lovemaking the night before, Daddy told me to get down on my knees for him. He was no longer hesitant with his commands, as we were both settling into the easy give-and-take between us.
With the warm spray of water at my back, Daddy made use of my mouth. His long, velvety tail wrapped around my throat and his fingers tugged on my wet hair as he rocked into me with a smooth and easy rhythm. I grabbed onto his veiny, rock-hard thighs while his cock worked in and out of my throat, and my big bull of a man made noises that were somewhere between a bellow and a roar.
Thighs trembling, he shuddered his release into my mouth, and I drank him down, his warm cum coating the raw tissues of my throat like a soothing balm. He tasted like lemongrass and rosehips, a surprisingly floral flavor. I laid my head againsthis softening groin and recovered my breath while he stroked my cheek tenderly.
“That mouth is a marvel. I don’t know how you do it,” he said.
I could tell him that practice makes perfect, but I didn’t really want to highlight all the cocks I’d sucked prior to his, so I merely smiled and shrugged. A little mystery was good, wasn’t it?
After shutting off the water, he helped me to my feet, then dried me off with a fluffy towel and asked to comb out my hair. While it was still damp, I showed him how to braid my hair so it wouldn’t get knotted up from our lovemaking, as I anticipated we’d be spending the next few hours in bed. Both of us were scheduled to work that night, and we couldn’t hold off the real world forever.
With extreme care and patience, Daddy copied the pattern of one of my more complex plaits, his clever fingers massaging my scalp and sending tingles of pleasure to my extremities. It was such a simple task, but no one had ever done that for me before, not since my mother, and her periods of sobriety had been pretty rare. It made my eyes water, made me want to say something important to him, but I didn’t have the words, so I merely sighed and stared at the two of us in the mirror.
“All dolled up for Daddy,” he murmured into my ear, admiration and lust threaded through his husky voice.
Instead of answering I turned and invited his tongue into my mouth, making love to him slowly. I wondered briefly if thiswas what my parents experienced, chasing their next high the way I was chasing my Daddy’s tender loving care. My cravings were stronger than that of food or rest, and it was only at his insistence that we’d done either. I was an addict, and like an addict, I wanted more.
“Breakfast now, boy,” he said, a little breathless when we finally parted. He tried to sound stern, but I could feel the affection in his voice whenever he spoke to me, like a hug wrapping me in its warm embrace. In the kitchen I sliced peaches while Daddy mixed the batter for homemade honey cakes. We worked easily alongside each other as if we’d been doing it forever.
“Where’d you learn to make these?” I asked because I’d once told them they were my favorite.
“I asked Enid for a recipe.”
“For me?”
He winked. “For you, baby boy. I was hoping to have you over for breakfast sometime to prove I’m competent in the kitchen. I know fae food is sometimes hard to find around here.”
“You are more than competent in so many ways,” I said, not even trying to make it sound sexual, though he was phenomenal in that department as well.
He hummed merrily while flipping the cakes. The smile on my face was ridiculous, and with a slow bloom of awareness, I realized I was truly happy.
“What now, Daddy?” I asked after we’d eaten, licking the sticky-sweet syrup from my fingers.
“I think you know what I want,” he said, his blazing hot gaze turning my flesh into putty.
“Tell me,” I purred, matching his energy with my own.
“Get on the bed on all fours, ass in the air. I want to breed you.”
