“Okay,” I said. “I’ve already agreed to your terms.”
Pushing my sleeve up, he slipped the bracelet over my right wrist and latched it in place. It was loose, but not enough to slip off. “Again, you can leave whenever you want, but when and if you do, you leave this and you never look back.”
It was a lot, but it lifted me—relief, arousal. Perhaps it was the way he was on his knees, or the way his warm touch was the first real skin-on-skin contact I’d had in a while. I was hard, solid, and luckily undetectable inside the baggy onesie.
“You’re overwhelmed,” he whispered. “That’s okay. Sleep. We have work tomorrow. I’ll be hard on you as my assistant, understood?”
I nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
He rubbed his hands up both my knees, comforting but close to my crotch, and found out I was all horned up. “I can make you a malt drink if you need help sleeping, or a little scotch, but only a little. I don’t want you getting drunk and losing control of your inhibitions.”
“It’s okay, I’m pretty tired,” I said.
“And your phone,” he said, pulling it out of his pocket. I hadn’t even recalled it going missing. I’d been too preoccupied with him and only now realized that my phone had been out of reach. “I’ve not unlocked it or anything, I know you must feel a breach of trust from the sweep of your apartment. But you left this on the couch, must’ve fallen out of your pocket.And I wanted to let you know, the Wi-Fi passcode is a bunch of random shit, so I’ll text it over.”
I nodded. “You can look through my phone if you want.” I volunteered it without even thinking what I might’ve said about him.
“I don’t need to,” he said. “I trust you now.” He took my hand and kissed the palm of it. “Mhm, good boy for scrubbing up with those soaps. You smell delicious.”
It was expensive stuff, and my skin felt like a million bucks after using it, though I’d tried not to use too much. It was like a luxury hotel that I’d only seen in movies. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“So, I’ll grab you that drink, and if you need anything else, my bedroom is down the hall. You can’t miss it,” he said. “I’ll leave the door open.”
***
I should’ve been asleep. After the warm drink, I’d lain in bed playing games on my phone, getting stuck on one level and refusing to pay for coins to get extra turns. I’d gone from horny and tired to unable to sleep, and now I’d circled back, but this time I was just horny.
I’d expressed myself to him earlier, about being ready to have sex, and he’d barely even acknowledged it. Maybe he didn’t think of me in a super sexual way. When it came to Daddies, my mind had a million questions that kept me awake. Why was he taking up the position of Daddy? Daddy Santo ... almost sounded like Santa when my brain phrased it like that. I snort laughed to myself, falling into a sigh.
Overthinking was something I did a lot, and I was probably one of the best students of the sleepless-nights class on it. Everything had changed so quickly, and I felt his presence wrapped around me. It was soft, much like the way it had felt when he’d dressed me in his nice smart shirt.
I wandered out of bed. There were low, dull orange lights illuminating the penthouse that painted everything in a dull sepia tone. I wondered—no, I knew there were cameras. Icould see the flashing red dot in the ceiling corner. There were probably more as well. I stood in the middle of the open-plan lounge and stared at the camera—I couldn’t help smiling as this was how some of my favorite comfort horror movies started, with found footage. And yet, those thoughts would usually scare me back to bed and force me to screw my eyes tight as I hugged my arms and teddies.
“If you need a snack, I can come get one for you,” Santo called out. His voice startled me.
“I—” My throat dried as I walked toward his bedroom where he’dpromisedan open door, and it was just as he said, wide open for me. The dull orange light didn’t extend inside, just enough to illuminate the end of the bed where one of his feet dangled outside the duvet. “I couldn’t sleep,” I finally let out.
With a tiny sharp click that echoed, a lamp on his nightstand turned on. Santo was... naked, but only partially revealing himself to me. His midsection was covered in the thick quilted duvet, his one leg out, his chest exposed, with the symmetrical tattoos going all the way up to his shoulders. “You want to sleep in Daddy’s bed?” he asked, tugging the duvet up to cover himself a little more.
I nodded. “Please.”
“Well, climb in the other side. You’ve used the toilet, right?” he asked. “I don’t want to wake up in the middle of the night to a wet bed.”
Walking around to the other side of the bed, I stared at him from this angle and continued to nod, like it was all my head could do around him. “I’m good, I promise I can hold it.”
“Good boy,” he said, opening the duvet from the other side, and revealing the thicket of bush he had going on right above his cum gutters. “I’ve never been much into the diaper scene.”
“Either—me,” I said, my brain all over the place trying to process my need to run my fingers through his body hair. I climbed into the bed and he leaned over me, tucking the duvet in under my legs, my bum, then my back. His entirely too hot body was making me burn up, and I needed out of my onesie.
“Are you warm?” he asked, as if he could feel me radiating.
“A little.”
“You can take that off,” he said, untucking the sides with a single tug of the duvet. “But I will say, I sleep naked, in case you hadn’t already seen.”
It was probably best I undressed. Santo watched every move, his eyes almost tracing the motions I made to pull my onesie off. His eyes were on the bracelet, and not on the white vest top or the tight briefs with little blue stars on them. I liked tighter clothes, they made me feel compact.
I hadn’t gotten a full view of his naked body, and him being naked in bed wasn’t doing anything for the horny monster raging in me. “Thank you,” I told him as he tucked me back in.
