Page 67 of For Fake's Sake and other stories

“Are you going to keep calling me that?” He scowls, but it’s so adorable I hold him closer to me.

“Yep. It suits you.” I kiss the top of his head. He squirms, trying to elbow me, but I grab his hips and roll us so he’s on top of me. “See, you’re all soft and cuddly one minute, then all claws the next.” I slide my hands to his arse and squeeze. “It turns me on. You turn me on.”

“Take me to bed, then.” He kisses me.

As much as I want to carry on kissing him, I want him in my bed more. Not just on it, but the way we were early. A quick tap on his bum and he wriggles off me and stands, holding out his hand for me. We walk to our room, and yes, I’m thinking of it as that already. From the moment he spoke to me, I’ve wanted him in my bed, my house, my life. No one has ever brought out this kind of emotion, this ache and need to be with him. Telling him this earlier didn’t have him running for the hills. For him, this must be new, though. At twenty-three, he can’t have hadmany long-term relationships, but I believe him when he says he’s as committed as I am.

“You’re miles away again. I’m obviously not doing a good job keeping you interested.” He steps into my space and runs his hands up my T-shirt. “What can I do to keep you interested, Daddy?”

We both still. His eyes go as wide as saucers. Where did Daddy come from? Silly boys have called me Daddy, but that was when they were hoping to come over all cute, when really all they wanted me to be was a sugar daddy. That’s not me at all.

Maybe his shyness is returning.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I don’t know where that came from.” He blushes deep red and lowers his gaze.

Before he can move away from me, I wrap my arms around his shoulders, keeping him against me. “Call me that again.” The words come out as a growl.

Surprise covers his face, and he whispers, “Daddy.”

Fuck! “Do you know how hot that sounds? Jesus, Noah, my dick is so fucking hard.” I push my hips into his stomach. “I know we both like some kink. Do you like the idea of a little submission?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t know where it came from. Yes, I like it a bit rough and doing as I’m told, so I must have a little submission inside me, but I’ve never put a label on it.”

I tip my head to the side. What does he think being submissive means? When he dips his head again, I gently bring it up with one finger. “What would you like to try? Something fun, cheeky playtime with a bit of roleplaying, like being a shy boy, or doing something naughty enough to get spanked. It’s all good if the couple wants the same thing.”

His Adam’s apple bobs hard in his throat as he considers what I’ve described. “I like the playtime, the roleplaying. That could be fun. What about you? What do you want to do?”

How can I explain that I’ll do anything he wants? He has me wrapped around his little finger. But it’s a sensible question and deserves a true answer. “We don’t have to do anything, kitten. We can stick to doing what makes us happy and feels good. If you want to call me Daddy, then go for it. I’m going to keep you as my kitten, whatever you do or don’t call me. Is that okay?”

“Yes, you’re right.” He thumbs over his shoulder at the bed. “Can we get in there now?”

“Absolutely. Do you want to use the bathroom first? Have you brought a toothbrush? I have new ones if you haven’t.”

“I’ve got mine.” He crouches by his bag and rummages around, then pulls out a small wash bag and goes to the bathroom.

My mind is going a mile a minute at the turn of events. I’d put money on him freaking out too, probably more than me. I’ve got more experience, mainly due to my age. I’ve had many more lovers than him. So I’ve got to look after him now. But I can think all this over later. He’s tired and probably won’t take long to fall asleep. I use the time he’s in the bathroom to sort out the bed. We never straightened it up after the amazing sex. I pick the lube off the duvet, grab the box of condoms, shove the spilt ones back inside, and put them both on the side table. He comes back into the bedroom, wearing a pair of sleep shorts that hang down on his hips. My dick twitches.

“Pick a side. I don’t mind which side I’m on.” I usually end up sprawled out in the middle, but I’ll keep that snippet to myself. He moves to the left-hand side and, with a cheeky smile, points to the condoms on the table on the right.

“You’re not putting them away, are you?”

“I thought you were sleepy. You could hardly keep yourself awake downstairs.”

“That was before you pressed your hard-on into me.” He slips under the duvet and lays his head on the pillow. “This is an incredible bed, Ev.” He wriggles farther down and sighs.

With a shake of my head, I go to the bathroom. When I come back out a few minutes later, Noah is asleep. His long hair is tied back away from his face, and he has one hand tucked under the pillow. He’s breathtakingly beautiful, and he doesn’t even realise it.

I get changed into sleep shorts and carefully slide in next to him. As I settle down, he rolls into me and puts his head on my chest. Carefully, not wanting to wake him, I wrap my arm around him and hold him close.

How different he is from other boys I’ve had. Colin wanted me to take him shopping. It came with a whiny plea for some new overly expensive leather boots, then a major tantrum and sulk when I wouldn’t buy them. We broke up not long after that. He had made our whole relationship about what I would or wouldn’t get him. I swore I wouldn’t let it happen again. Harry was next. I thought I’d found the one until he showed off his new jacket and introduced me to his friends as his Daddy. They all giggled and asked if I could be their Daddy too. He’d bought the damn jacket himself to make them jealous. Another failed relationship, but that one had hurt and left me dubious to date such pretty boys again.

Why is this time different? How is everything with Noah so much better? Even after only the few weeks we’ve been dating, he means more to me than any of my past boyfriends. Maybe because he’s so quiet and gentle. Because he hasn’t asked for anything from me but me. He’s always so happy and cheerfuland takes pleasure in the simplest things. I want to try it with him. I want him to call me Daddy if he wants. It’s only fair, as I call him kitten. He’s more playful than I expected, and we’ll both enjoy the fun stuff.

Especially if I get to spank that beautiful arse.

Sunlight warms my face. Huh, that never happens. My bedroom faces away from the sunrise. I stretch, my arse pleasantly aching, a feeling I haven’t had in a long time. Then I remember where I am.

With Everett.

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