It had been two weeks and I still hadn’t accepted Santo’s invite to move in, despite basically living there. I didn’t want to go back to my apartment and clean or pack everything up into boxes to bring inside his nice, crystal clean penthouse apartment. I’d just mess the place up like I had done my place.
Being around Santo was magic, even though he was threatening people on the daily, and sometimes that included violence. Last week I’d heard someone’s leg being snapped and the crunch went right through me—not like it went throughhim, but apparently that’s what happened when you owed the Bianchi family a million dollars. I couldn’t even imagine what I’d do with a million dollars. Santo gave me extra kisses and cuddles that night, along with a gold sticker for my chart.
And today, that chart was full. All those stickers. All that good behavior. We had to work first, but Daddy Santo promised me something very special to celebrate the milestone. I was on the verge of telling him I loved him. I could see love bombing when it was happening, and honestly, I wanted it. I’d spent my entire life seeing happy couples on social media, posting cute videos, and shit that I wanted. Yeah, I wanted to be love bombed with gifts and special moments too, and Santo gave them to me.
“I think your gift is at the penthouse,” he said in the car on the way home from the construction office. He’d been in meetings with his brothers all day. They were securing plots of land to build an LGBTQ center on, and it made me so giggly and happy. The world, a.k.a. Boston, had painted them as hardened criminals, but instead, they were just three gay brothers forced to be bad because offucked-up family situations.Oops, no swearing. “I hope it’s something you’ll like.”
“I’m sure I will,” I said, containing my excitement.
“Firstly,” he said, pressing his lips to my cheeks with a kiss, then to my ear. “I want you to get undressed, take a shower, use that exfoliating scrub that makes your ass tastes like a peach, and then—and only then—I want you to come out in a onesie of your choosing to accept your reward for being agood boy.” His hand on my inner thigh, he hooked it and pulled it over his knee. His hand held my thigh, pushing in with a thumb and massaging me—it felttoogood. My cock was completely hard, and I pushed down on it with both hands.
“I will,” I said in a tough to swallow gulp.
Over the last two weeks, the room at Daddy’s penthouse had become full. It made me even more anxious about what I’d do if I had to bring all my things here. I suppose I had more anxiety about letting go of an escape—something I feel I learned from my mother. She always fled from city to city with me in tow in a kid, evading past-due rent.
I raced to the bathroom, leaving Daddy with a kiss as he told me to go right to cleaning. I was curious about the gift. We hadn’t really discussed it, but he knew what I needed so well that I knew it was going to be good.
In the ensuite of the bedroom, I stripped out of the nice suit, making sure to put it on hangers and zip it up in the garment bags—it was boujie, but something I’d been told to do. Those clothes were probably worth more than anything else I’d ever owned.
“Okay, Isaiah,” I said to myself in the mirror, staring at my naked body with the bracelet still on. It always stayed on. I rubbed a hand down my torso, feeling the little prickle of hair I needed to shave. “I think we’ve made it.” The look in my eyes wanted me to cry, and I did. The tears fell. No sobs, just salty droplets from my eyes, trickling down my cheeks. “Nobody can see you cry in the shower, Zay.”
The shower had also become full of products. Daddy had peculiar tastes. He liked to lick and bite my skin, telling me to use certain things so he could taste them on me. Sometimes I worried I smelled because of it, but he never said I did, just that he wanted different tastes—fruity tastes—which made sense after the chemically deodorant stuff I’d been used to.
The peach scrub was one of my favorites too. It was nice and a little weird on my ass, especially when I’d freshly shaved. Nobody really tells you the realities of having to squat in the shower to shave your ass, but luckily my thighs were fine. I’d blown off steam running track. I got the peach scrub all up in there, giggling at the sensation before rinsing myself off.
And there I was, ready for presentation and my reward, dressed in my color block onesie with the panels at the front and back foreasy access.It was one of my favorites, really reminded me of my little space colors, the ones that all looked like those bright plastic playhouse colors—red, blue, green, and yellow.
In the lounge, on the leather sofa, Daddy was sitting in sweatpants and a tight vest top. There was a large wrapped box on the table, with a bow. I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
“You did this?” I asked.
He patted the spot beside him. “No, I’d take credit, but I don’t wanna lie to you, and I know you’d never lie to me.” He kissed me on the forehead. “So, this is something you might want to play with immediately, and we can do that.”
Staring at the box, I wondered about all the things that could be inside it. Immediately, my first thought was a plastic playset, maybe one of those kitchens with all the plastic fruits and things. The longer I stared, the more my heart raced, mixed in with Daddy’s growing grip on me—he liked to hold me, and I liked to be held.
“You’re gonna love it,” he whispered as I leaned forward to grab it from the coffee table.
I don’t think I could’ve predicted what it was—but it was something I’d seen online and in the forums, and seen videos of. “It’s aFudgeable!” I squealed, tearing right through the paper, once I’d seen the name on the box, to reveal the Fudgeable teddy inside. These were the types of teddies withtoyson the inside.
The teddy itself was a blue bear, one of their anniversary specials. It must’ve been at least five-hundred dollars. It was so soft, I cuddled it right out of the box. I didn’t want to let go of it. The tag in the ear had already given it a name. This one was Jerod and he was a former lumberjack. He even came with an outfit, folded in the bottom of the box—a pair of jean shorts and a plaid button down. I squeezed him hard and he let out Daddy’s voice, calling me agood boy. He’d really kept this a secret from me. It was magic.
“So, these are special,” Daddy said. “And I think I’d like to watch you fuck something.”
I bit my bottom lip and nodded. “You want to watch me fuck him?”
“Only if you want to,” he said, his hand on my knee. “I can feel the heat radiate right off you, so I think you want to.”
“I do.” I did. I’d wanted to know what it felt like, especially after seeing theOfaces on some of those online creators—I hoped it would live up to expectations. “Can you go first?” I asked, turning Jerod the bear on his side to get access to hishole. “I want you to stretch him out a little.”
“Only if you want me to?” he asked. “But if you get me hard, I’ll need you to finish it.”
“I didn’t scrub my body for it to taste like peaches for nothing,” I giggled. “Of course I’m gonna let you finish...in me.” And that was new too. We’d gone through the tests—fast tracked so I could feel him raw inside me, and he’d promised to only ever do it like that with me. And now, I suppose Jerod the bear.
Daddy left for two seconds—more like a minute. I explored the bear’s hole with a finger, then two. The insert inside had dots and these soft sticky-out silicone pieces. Daddy made a comment about asking him for permission first and I immediately yanked my fingers out.
“Oh no, I’m sorry, Mr. Bear,” I said, flipping him right side up. “Can I penetrate you?”
“Yes, baby,” Daddy grumbled as if speaking for Mr. Bear. I accepted that—we both did. He sat beside me again, the tube of lube in hand. “You gonna get Daddy hard?”
