Page 49 of Losing his Daddy

“You want me to… to take your clothes off. To see you naked.”

“This isn’t about that. It’s about you being able to serve me in the most basic way. You’d take away something that, while simple, takes more energy than I usually have in the evenings.Your service to me would mean I could let go. No more needing to lead or make decisions. I’d get to be free.”

It was as if my words unlocked something inside of him. The broken look he wore faded before me. His eyes brightened, and his hands tightened their hold.

“I want to. But is it too fast for that? This feels like a sudden shift. And…”

Pressing a finger to his lips, I stopped him before he’d work himself up again. He’d only just relaxed after being worked up for who knew how long.

“We don’t have to. It was only a suggestion. I’ll sit you here on the couch and go get clean. Why don’t you pick one thing for us to eat and set up a movie? Does that sound good?”

He gave a nod, then climbed off my lap. I stood slowly; my movements careful so as not to startle him. Gerald was still on edge. I just wasn’t sure which way he was leaning towards or how he would feel once I left.

Everything in me said I had to be more patient. That my idea wasn’t something he could get behind just yet. Maybe one day. Eventually. Pushing him wouldn’t help. I had to let him make his own choices, and if those didn’t align with what I wanted, then I needed to deal.

I left Gerald in the living room as I moved to get ready for my shower. I'd shown him what I wanted, what I was willing to offer. And as I'd expected, he'd turned me down. It was probably for the best, really.

As it was, I needed the time alone to deal with the erection that had formed the minute he'd sat in my lap. I wasn't a man who couldn't control his arousal. Not really.

But the man in the other room had some otherworldly effect on me. There was no hiding how he made me feel. Not when it was so obviously fighting against my zipper.

In my bedroom, I went about emptying my pockets one by one. My wallet and phone landed on the dresser. My cufflinks came next, then the tie. I was unbuttoning my shirt when I heard a noise in the hall. Never one to assume, I figured Gerald was simply going to get something from his room.

I startled when I heard my door opening. I turned to find the man I craved standing in the doorway with wide, hungry eyes. He ate up the exposed skin of my chest without a moment's hesitation.

"I... I'd like to try."

Part of me wanted to question him. I wanted to be sure he was in his right mind and that this wasn't borne of him thinking I was disappointed or something. Before I could ask, he was walking into the room and pushing my hands away from the buttons.

Some part of me still worried how this would go down. It's the only reason I interrupted him by saying, "Are you positive this is what you want?"

He nodded without hesitation. "I'm sure. The minute you left I felt so — cold. And empty. Like you'd been filling this space around me, and I needed you back. You've known what I needed all this time. If you feel like I can do this and it will be a good outlet, then I should trust your word."

I closed my eyes as I basked in the pleasure his words brought. It was every Dominant's dream to have their partner's trust. While I knew we still had mountains to climb, Gerald was already taking great strides. Every instance of him giving a bit more of himself over proved to me that there could — and would — be a future between us.

"Then please continue," I told him after his confession.

From there, I watched him work his way down the buttons one by one until the shirt was free. Then he slid it down my shoulders and eased it onto the dresser. My pants came next,with his focus being more thorough than I expected. He checked each pocket for left behind items, and after ensuring they were empty, he lined up my belt and dress pants next to the shirt. It was all so orderly that I couldn't hold back smiling at the sight.

Left in just my underwear, he studied me like I was a painting he longed to understand the meaning of. A lesser man would have flinched under that curious gaze. I reveled in it. I craved more of it.

My cock tented my boxers obscenely. Gerald didn't appear bothered at the sight though. He eyed the appendage with, if I had to guess, curiosity.

"I think I should warm up the shower now." He turned abruptly and walked into the closet.

"Wrong door," I called out. "Let me show you how to work everything."

I led the way into the large bathroom. The shower in my place wasn't all that complicated, but I knew he likely had to be smarting after fleeing into the wrong room. I made a show of pointing out the care products and towels before motioning to the control panel for the shower.

Gerald moved close enough for me to catch that delicious scent of his as he watched. When I finished, I encouraged him to press the options he felt most comfortable with.

"I can do any temperature, really. It's whatever you like best since you'll be joining me."

His Adam’s apple bobbed with the force of his swallow. His gaze fluttered from me to the shower panel and back. It took another minute for him to nod before selecting a temperature and spray setting. At the force of the water starting, he jumped back.

I caught him around the waist. "Careful now. Don't want you slipping on the tile."

He gave a nod, then pulled from my arms. I waited to see how he'd move next. Would he finish stripping me, or would he begin to disrobe himself? I could admit that I was eager to see what was underneath all that fabric. He'd been careful not to be too 'underdressed' during the workday. Beyond that, his evening wear wasn't much more revealing.

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