“Kneel here, Pup,” he ordered.
Brody kneeled between his feet and gazed up at the Fox who cupped his chin once more. The Fox ran his thumb over Brody’s full lips and then pressed it into his mouth running it up and down his tongue.
Desire filled Brody’s face.
The Fox didn’t believe in luck. He believed that if you wanted something, you did whatever it took to get it.
Which is exactly what he’d done when he’d decided he wanted Autumn and Brody.
He’d made it happen.
And now they were his.
Forever.
“Now, you know it’s my job to worry about the two of you and not the other way around. So the fact that you keep arguing with me must mean that you need some attention.”
Brody tried to shake his head but the Fox had a firm grasp on his face so it only moved around half an inch.
“No? You don’t think so?” the Fox asked. “Maybe I should give you a spanking for doubting my ability to look after us all.”
Brody’s eyes widened and he made a noise of denial.
“Perhaps I should put your mouth to another use? That’s not a bad idea. It will help you calm down, won’t it? I know what you need.”
Brody’s shoulders dropped and hunger lit up his eyes. The Fox congratulated himself for working out what his Pup needed. Not that there was ever any doubt in his mind that he would. He was awesome at this Daddy Dom stuff.
And he knew exactly what his Pup needed at all times.
“Undo my pants and pull out my cock,” he commanded.
Brody’s hands were trembling slightly as he did as ordered and he fumbled a bit with the Fox’s cock as he drew it out. He stared down at the Fox’s dick for a long moment before glancing up.
“What next, Sir?” he asked.
“Lick your tongue across the head,” the Fox ordered. Jesus, his balls were already tight and ready to explode just from watching Brody glide his tongue over the head of his dick.
“That’s it, Pup,” he praised. “You’re being such a good boy. Now I want you to suck on me while I figure out what to wear to this barbecue.”
Brody gave him a curious look. “What do you mean? It’s warm outside. Won’t you just wear a pair of shorts and a T-shirt?”
“Not whatclothesI’m going to wear, Pup,” he told him. “What face I’m going to put on today.”
Understanding filled Brody’s face. “Smart.”
“I am, but I appreciate you noticing,” the Fox replied.
Brody rolled his eyes again. He was being a little brat, wasn’t he?
And they both knew what happened to naughty boys in this house.
“That’s twice you’ve rolled your eyes at me, Pup. Now, once can be written off as a lapse in judgment. But twice, well, I think that must mean that you need something from me. Something I am only too happy to provide.”
The Fox smiled at his boy, and Brody swallowed heavily. “Not to mention that you don’t have my cock in your mouth, like I told you to.”
Brody quickly took the Fox’s cock into his mouth, sliding it down deep. But Brody’s effort was too little, too late as far as the Fox was concerned.
Besides, it was his job to provide whatever his boy needed. Whether that was a new computer, new clothes, or a sore bottom.
