Page 22 of Taste Me Daddy

Scrambled eggs frying in the large pan? Check.

A large piece of A4 paper with a variety of doodles and sketches on it? Check and check again.

‘Good morning,’ Michael said, standing with his hands on his hips and a smile on his face.

‘Good morning!’ Korben replied, turning to face Michael and greeting him with the most wholesome smile imaginable. ‘I slept well. But… do you always wake up so late?’

Michael growled. He couldn’t tell whether Korben was being serious or teasing him, but he didn’t like the thought of anyone thinking he was slow to get going in the mornings. Michael prided himself on being the first up and the last to go to sleep when it came to business matters, and he wasn’t about to let this boy even joke about it…

‘I’ll have you know that no one wakes before me, boy,’ Michael said, striding over to Korben and wrapping his arms around his slender waist. ‘And unless you want this wooden spoon across your butt then I suggest you remember that.’

‘I think Grumpy Daddy is hungry for his breakfast,’ Korben giggled. ‘A double serving for you, I assume?’

Michael tried to put on a stern display, but he couldn’t deny how deliciously fluffy the scrambled eggs looked. And the smell was to die for too. No, he would allow the boy a moment of sass and gladly accept his offer of a super-sized portion.

‘You think right,’ Michael said, smiling. ‘And if it tastes half as good as it looks then I might be asking for even more. Shall I make us some drinks?’

‘I’d love a fresh orange if you have it,’ Korben said, twirling around as he applied the finishing touch of a little bit of paprika to the eggs.

‘I certainly do,’ Michael said, motioning over to the industry standard fresh OJ machine in the corner. ‘I’ll stick some oranges in and we’ll have more than enough to satisfy our thirst.’

‘I can’t wait!’ Korben giggled, the outline of his cock prominent at the front of his pajama bottoms.

Michael averted his eyes and set about making the fresh OJ. As hot as Korben was, Michael wanted to show some gentlemanly respect and not ogle his bouncing cock too hard so early in the day.

But there was no denying that Korben was physically everything that he desired.

No matter that he was acting the gentleman now, Michael knew that his mind was full of the filthiest, horniest thoughts for what he and Korben could do together. That time would come, Michael fully believed it.

But for now it was about enjoying their first breakfast together – and hopefully the first of many more to follow too…

‘I’m gonna win, I’m definitely gonna win…’ Korben said, clasping his hands together as he awaited his turn in Clue.

Michael and Korben were in his grand living room and playing an increasingly competitive game of Clue. With both of them not being the kind of people who ever liked to lose, it was perhaps inevitable that as the game reached a climax the atmosphere would become a little heated…

‘Are you sure?’ Michael asked, doing his best to hide the fact that it was he who would be winning the game, and very soon in fact. ‘Ever heard the story of the tortoise and the hare?’

‘Sounds like a silly story. Now just take your move so I can take mine,’ Korben said, excitedly kicking his heels on the floor as he smiled in expectation. ‘I want to win!’

Michael smiled.

Korben was in danger of being a little bit too bratty, but Michael wasn’t about to spoil the mood and remind him of who the Daddy was. And anyway, Michael was pretty sure that Korben’s burgeoning attitude would take a necessary hit when he played his winning move.

‘Professor Plum, with the lead pipe, in the study. And that is all she wrote,’ Michael said, taking his move and duly winning the game, much to his delight.

Michael smiled and was about to offer Korben his commiserations, but before he knew what was going on, Korben reached underneath the board and flipped it over. As the pieces flew through the air, Michael knew that something had to be done about Korben’s behavior right now.

‘Stop that!’ Michael bellowed, standing up and lifting Korben up to his feet too. ‘That was not acceptable.’

‘Poo! You cheated!’ Korben said, stomping his feet. ‘You’re a big, mean cheater!’

‘Tossing the board is one thing,’ Michael said, his Daddy Dom instincts going into overdrive. ‘But questioning my integrity is a whole other matter, and it’s one that will not go unaddressed.’

With that, Michael held Korben by his arm and marched him through into the kitchen.

‘Remember that wooden spoon I warned you about?’ Michael barked. ‘Well it’s no longer a warning. You can experience it for real.’

‘Daddy! Please!’ Korben said, his eyes widening in shock as Michael picked up the wooden spoon and spun his around.

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