Page 22 of My Young Alpha Daddy

Aaron

I don’t think I’ve slept so well in all my adult life – I guess that’s what taking a real Daddy’s dick does to a Little!

Seriously though, last night was something else.

Rafa may still be in his twenties, but he knows exactly what he’s doing. And he knows how to give pleasure to a Little like me too.

The spanking was incredible, and the aftercare was the best I’ve ever experienced too. I could tell that Rafa was doing it because he genuinely wanted to make sure that I felt safe after the punishment and not just because that’s what he felt like he had to do.

The same was true when we had sex.

Some Daddies can act like it’s all about them and their pleasure. I want to be dominated and to submit, but if the Daddy doesn’t care about me at all then that’s not really going to work.

But Rafa…

Rafa was every bit as commanding and dominant as I’d want, but he still made sure to check in with me and see that I was okay and not too overwhelmed. That meant a lot.

Rafa’s ability to be sensitive to my needs without once losing his Daddy Dom appeal was like the perfect recipe for one five-star Daddy Dom cake.

But something tells me that cake isn’t on the menu right now…

‘Boy, we’re doing a morning workout,’ Rafa says as he walks into the bedroom.

I might still be naked underneath the cover, but Rafa is already up and wearing a tight black one-piece leotard. I can see his muscles and a certain big Daddy bulge protruding at the front too.

‘Can we work out in bed?’ I giggle, my eyes unable to look away from the long, thick schlong underneath Rafa’s tight-fitting leotard.

‘Nope, not this time,’ Rafa laughs. ‘We may be…progressing… but I still want to train you. I love your body, but you came to me and said you wanted to get a little bit fitter. I’m going to help you do that. So come on, no time to waste.’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ I say, trying to sound enthusiastic as I haul my butt out of bed and put on my yellow briefs.

‘Hey, bring Torben too,’ Rafa says, pointing over at my stuffie. ‘This workout will be tough, but that doesn’t mean stuffies can’t get involved too!’

‘Yay!’ I giggle, grabbing Torben and walking through the penthouse and toward Rafa’s state of the art mini gym.

‘Okay, so nothing too complex,’ Rafa says, getting down on all fours and stretching his butt up into the air. ‘Although if I catch you looking at my steely buns too much, I might have to break the paddle out!’

‘Nooo!’ I giggle, trying my best to avert my eyes. ‘I promise I’ll try not to look!’

Rafa smiles and helps me get into position.

After a few stretching exercises, Rafa shows me how to use some of the weight machines. Rafa is a good teacher and mixes good humor with clear instructions.

Even if Rafa wasn’t my Daddy, I’d think he was a great personal trainer.

But my only question is why after such a great tennis career and with all his millions in the bank does he feel the need to work as a trainer like this?

‘Surely you could be on a yacht somewhere?’ I say, working my shoulders in a warm down exercise. ‘Or maybe sitting on a beach on your own tropical island?’

‘Ha! I don’t know if I’ve got quite enough money for my own island,’ Rafa says. ‘But to be honest, the reasons I do the training work is nothing to do with the money. Retirement is a lonely place. I’ve got friends, but they all work and have their own passions and careers. Being all alone and without a tennis career, I found myself at a loose end. It wasn’t good. I needed something. And I figured why not put my years of sporting expertise back into the world and help people reach their goals?’

Wow. Just when I thought Rafa couldn’t get any better.

Not only is he kind, handsome and rich but he’s also got a heart of gold.

I know it might sound crazy, but I think I might be falling in love with this man quicker than the time it takes me to demolish the creamiest cake in the store.

Speaking of which, Rafa says he’s got a surprise in store for me…

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