Page 124 of Ride With Me

“Come on,” Daddy continues, “let’s get you out before the water gets too cold.”

I can’t hide my grin as he helps me out of the tub, or as he gently rubs me down with my towel. Then he gets a fresh towel and wraps it around me before guiding me into my bedroom.

I breathe a sigh of relief when I look at my bed, glad that I forced myself to make it this morning. I don’t want Daddy thinking I’m a slob.

“Okay, let’s start with the easy ones again, hmm?” he says, sitting me on the edge of the bed before picking his first aid kit up from the ground. I don’t know when he put it there, but I’m distracted by the feeling of his fingertips gently applying the cold cream to some of the grazes on my arm. It tingles a little, but not badly.

I’m careful not to fidget while Daddy works, rubbing the cream into each wound so gently that I’m almost convinced that this is a massage. But then he unwraps the towel at my waist and spreads a tiny bit of cream over the sore spot on my thigh.

I yowl in pain.

Definitely not a massage.

“Good boy.” Daddy wipes his hand on the towel as he reaches back into his little red kit, pulling out some bandages. They’re like big, square Band-Aids, only bright white in color. “You only need one on your thigh and one on your elbow,” he explains. “The rest of the grazes are fine to heal on their own.”

He’s just as gentle putting the gauze pads over the wounds as he was doing everything else. Then he places a soft kiss on the one on my elbow, and I’m pretty sure my heart melts.

“Are you okay to get dressed now?”

I’vealwayswanted a Daddy to dress me for bedtime, so I nod enthusiastically. “Please, Daddy? My pajamas are in the middle drawer.” I point at the old wooden dresser against the wall. “The tiger ones, please?”

Vince looks surprised all over again, his mouth opening and closing as though he’s going to say something, but stops. Giving himself a visible shake, he walks over to the dresser, pulling the drawer open and finding my favorite pajamas easily enough. He hesitates before asking, “Underwear?”

I’m not confident enough to ask him how he feels about diapers on our first time playing together, so I point to the top right drawer where my Big underwear live. They’re still brightly colored with cartoon characters on them, but they also have silly sayings that sound a little naughty. The pair Daddy grabs have a bright green python curling over the crotch, with the words Have You Seen My Trouser Snake? written across the butt.

He swallows as he comes to stand in front of me, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“Help me put them on, Daddy?”

After clearing his throat, Daddy nods. “Stand up, sweetheart.” He kneels as I do, then he stretches out the waistband of my boxer briefs and instructs me to step into theleg holes, one foot at a time. He repeats the process with my soft pajama pants before he pulls both up my legs, then helps the matching T-shirt down over my head, guiding my arms through the armholes.

My head is floaty with joy, my heart beating so hard I’m afraid Vince can hear it.

I really hope he’s having fun, too.

CHAPTER 7

VINCE

Holy shit.

No, really.

Holy shit!

Baron’s not just into daddy kink. No, he’s…well, I have no personal experience with this stuff, but I’m pretty sure he’s into age play.

I want to facepalm at how oblivious I’ve been to the signs.

Beyond the whole “Daddy” thing, there’s his childlike exuberance, his innocence, the way he blushes when he talks about his penis…and when he said he wanted to show me his toys? He actually meanttoys. Stuffies, blocks, cars, and a train set.

How do I know this? Because the gorgeous young man is currently sitting cross-legged in the middle of his Lego-themed bed, introducing me to his stuffies by name.

“…andthis,” he says with fanfare and pride, brandishing a floppy tiger toy, “is Sir Roars-A-Lot.” He holds him close to his chest, hiding his face behind orange-and-black striped fur. His blue eyes peek out from behind a tuft of orange, framed by two furry ears. “He’s my favorite.”

God damn it, but I still think he’s adorable. Even while I’m kind of freaking out — because I’m on board with being called Daddy, but this? This is a whole new level of kink I wasn’t prepared for.

“He’s cute,” I say, wondering how I can back out of this when, as far as he knows, I’ve been okay with it since the beginning. Then my heart sinks because I don’t know that I want to back out. But…it’sage play. It’s not just some cute guy riding my dick and calling me Daddy. It’sintense.

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